diff options
| author | Roger Frank <rfrank@pglaf.org> | 2025-10-15 02:20:02 -0700 |
|---|---|---|
| committer | Roger Frank <rfrank@pglaf.org> | 2025-10-15 02:20:02 -0700 |
| commit | 7fe5ea74545971a7db65db4a396011c6a797c02b (patch) | |
| tree | 2a0ff12697dcf28a7b8bb820da71cfa4f9b54550 | |
| -rw-r--r-- | .gitattributes | 3 | ||||
| -rw-r--r-- | 26075-h.zip | bin | 0 -> 120510 bytes | |||
| -rw-r--r-- | 26075-h/26075-h.htm | 11776 | ||||
| -rw-r--r-- | 26075.txt | 8800 | ||||
| -rw-r--r-- | 26075.zip | bin | 0 -> 112859 bytes | |||
| -rw-r--r-- | LICENSE.txt | 11 | ||||
| -rw-r--r-- | README.md | 2 |
7 files changed, 20592 insertions, 0 deletions
diff --git a/.gitattributes b/.gitattributes new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6833f05 --- /dev/null +++ b/.gitattributes @@ -0,0 +1,3 @@ +* text=auto +*.txt text +*.md text diff --git a/26075-h.zip b/26075-h.zip Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..d0d0642 --- /dev/null +++ b/26075-h.zip diff --git a/26075-h/26075-h.htm b/26075-h/26075-h.htm new file mode 100644 index 0000000..c6907d3 --- /dev/null +++ b/26075-h/26075-h.htm @@ -0,0 +1,11776 @@ +<?xml version="1.0" encoding="us-ascii"?> + +<!DOCTYPE html + PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Strict//EN" + "http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-strict.dtd" > + +<html xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"> + <head> + <meta content="pg2html (binary v0.17)" name="linkgenerator" /> + <title> + The Erie Train Boy, by Horatio Alger, Jr. + </title> + <style type="text/css" xml:space="preserve"> + body { margin:5%; background:#faebd0; text-align:justify} + P { text-indent: 1em; margin-top: .75em; margin-bottom: .75em; } + H1,H2,H3,H4,H5,H6 { text-align: center; margin-left: 15%; margin-right: 15%; } + hr { width: 50%; text-align: center;} + .foot { margin-left: 5%; margin-right: 5%; text-align: justify; font-size: 80%; font-style: italic;} + blockquote {font-size: 97%; font-style: italic; margin-left: 10%; margin-right: 10%;} + .mynote {background-color: #DDE; color: #000; padding: .5em; margin-left: 10%; margin-right: 10%; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 95%;} + .toc { margin-left: 10%; margin-bottom: .75em;} + .toc2 { margin-left: 20%;} + .xx-small {font-size: 60%;} + .x-small {font-size: 75%;} + .small {font-size: 85%;} + .large {font-size: 115%;} + .x-large {font-size: 130%;} + .indent5 { margin-left: 5%;} + .indent10 { margin-left: 10%;} + .indent15 { margin-left: 15%;} + .indent20 { margin-left: 20%;} + .indent25 { margin-left: 25%;} + .indent30 { margin-left: 30%;} + .indent35 { margin-left: 35%;} + .indent40 { margin-left: 40%;} + div.fig { display:block; margin:0 auto; text-align:center; } + div.middle { margin-left: 20%; margin-right: 20%; text-align: justify; } + .figleft {float: left; margin-left: 0%; margin-right: 1%;} + .figright {float: right; margin-right: 0%; margin-left: 1%;} + .pagenum {position: absolute; right: 1%; font-size: 0.6em; + font-variant: normal; font-style: normal; + text-align: right; background-color: #FFFACD; + border: 1px solid; padding: 0.3em;text-indent: 0em;} + .side { float: left; font-size: 75%; width: 15%; padding-left: 0.8em; + border-left: dashed thin; text-align: left; + text-indent: 0; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; + font-weight: bold; color: black; background: #eeeeee; border: solid 1px;} + .head { float: left; font-size: 90%; width: 98%; padding-left: 0.8em; + border-left: dashed thin; text-align: center; + text-indent: 0; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; + font-weight: bold; color: black; background: #eeeeee; border: solid 1px;} + p.pfirst, p.noindent {text-indent: 0} + span.dropcap { float: left; margin: 0 0.1em 0 0; line-height: 0.8 } + pre { font-style: italic; font-size: 90%; margin-left: 10%;} +</style> + </head> + <body> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + +The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Erie Train Boy, by Horatio Alger + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Erie Train Boy + +Author: Horatio Alger + +Release Date: July 16, 2008 [EBook #26075] +Last Updated: January 8, 2019 + + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE ERIE TRAIN BOY *** + + +Etext produced by Gary Sandino, from a scanned UC library book +kindly provided by the Internet Archive (www.archive.org.) + +HTML file produced by David Widger + + + +</pre> + <div style="height: 8em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h1> + THE ERIE TRAIN BOY + </h1> + <h2> + By Horatio Alger, Jr. + </h2> + <h3> + 1891 + </h3> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + If this is borrowed by a friend + Right welcome shall he be + To read, to study, not to lend + But to return to me. + Not that imparted knowledge doth + Diminish learning's store + But books I find if often lent + Return to me no more. +</pre> + <hr /> + <p> + <b>CONTENTS</b> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2H_4_0001"> <b>THE ERIE TRAIN BOY</b> </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0001"> CHAPTER I. — ON THE ERIE ROAD. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0002"> CHAPTER II. — A FAIR EXCHANGE. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0003"> CHAPTER III. — FRED'S RICH RELATION. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0004"> CHAPTER IV. — ZEBULON MACK. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0005"> CHAPTER V. — AN ADVENTURE ON THE TRAIN. + </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0006"> CHAPTER VI. — MR. BASCOM'S PERIL. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0007"> CHAPTER VII. — FERDINAND MORRIS. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0008"> CHAPTER VIII. — MR. BASCOM'S SAD PLIGHT. + </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0009"> CHAPTER IX. — A LONG TRIP. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0010"> CHAPTER X. — WHAT TOOK PLACE IN NO. 21. + </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0011"> CHAPTER XI. — FRED FALLS UNDER A TERRIBLE + SUSPICION. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0012"> CHAPTER XII. — FRED AS A PRISONER. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0013"> CHAPTER XIII. — THE HOTEL CLERK'S MISTAKE. + </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0014"> CHAPTER XIV. — THE MISSING VALISE. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0015"> CHAPTER XV. — MR. PALMER WALKS INTO A TRAP. + </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0016"> CHAPTER XVI. — PALMER'S MALICE. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0017"> CHAPTER XVII. — TWO YOUNG LADY PASSENGERS + AT ODDS. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0018"> CHAPTER XVIII. — UNSATISFACTORY RELATIONS. + </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0019"> CHAPTER XIX. — RUTH PATTON CALLS ON MR. + FERGUSON. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0020"> CHAPTER XX. — A FRIEND IN NEED. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0021"> CHAPTER XXI. — LUELLA'S PAINFUL DISCOVERY. + </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0022"> CHAPTER XXII. — MISS FERGUSON WRITES A + NOTE. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0023"> CHAPTER XXIII. — ANOTHER RAILROAD + ADVENTURE. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0024"> CHAPTER XXIV. — FRED'S GOOD LUCK. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0025"> CHAPTER XXV. — ROSE WAINWRIGHT'S PARTY. + </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0026"> CHAPTER XXVI. — FRED BECOMES A NEWSPAPER + HERO. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0027"> CHAPTER XXVII. — A CONFIDENTIAL MISSION. + </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0028"> CHAPTER XXVIII. — ST. VICTOR. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0029"> CHAPTER XXIX. — FRED TAKES THE FIRST STEP. + </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0030"> CHAPTER XXX. — A HUNTING EXCURSION. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0031"> CHAPTER XXXI. — FRED HAS AN UNDERSTANDING + WITH SINCLAIR. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0032"> CHAPTER XXXII. — FINDING A CLEW. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0033"> CHAPTER XXXIII. — SUCCESS! </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0034"> CHAPTER XXXIV. — BOWMAN'S PANIC. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0035"> CHAPTER XXXV. — FRED'S REWARD. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0036"> CHAPTER XXXVI. — A LETTER FROM TOM SLOAN. + </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0037"> CHAPTER XXXVII. — COUSIN FERGUSON. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0038"> CHAPTER XXXVIII. — CONCLUSION. </a> + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0001" id="link2H_4_0001"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + THE ERIE TRAIN BOY + </h2> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0001" id="link2HCH0001"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER I. — ON THE ERIE ROAD. + </h2> + <p> + "Papers, magazines, all the popular novels! Can't I sell you something + this morning?" + </p> + <p> + Joshua Bascom turned as the train boy addressed him, and revealed an + honest, sunburned face, lighted up with pleasurable excitement, for he was + a farmer's son and was making his first visit to the city of New York. + </p> + <p> + "I ain't much on story readin'," he said, "I tried to read a story book + once, but I couldn't seem to get interested in it." + </p> + <p> + "What was the name of it?" asked Fred, the train boy, smiling. + </p> + <p> + "It was the 'Pilgrim's Progress,' or some such name. It had pictures into + it. Aunt Nancy give it to dad for a birthday present once." + </p> + <p> + "I have heard of it." + </p> + <p> + "It was a mighty queer book. I couldn't make head nor tail on't." + </p> + <p> + "All books are not like that." + </p> + <p> + "I don't feel like readin'. It's a nuff sight more interestin' lookin' out + of the winder at the sights. + </p> + <p> + "I'm going to York to spend a week," added Joshua, with an air of + importance. + </p> + <p> + "That's where I live," said the train boy. + </p> + <p> + "Do you? Then you might tell me where to put up. I've got ten dollars. I + reckon that ought to keep me a week." + </p> + <p> + Fred smiled. + </p> + <p> + "That is more than enough to keep me," he said, "but it costs a stranger + considerable to go around. But I shall have to go my rounds." + </p> + <p> + It was a train on the Erie road, and the car had just passed Middletown. + Joshua was sitting by the window, and the seat beside him was vacant. The + train boy had scarcely left the car when a stylishly dressed young man, + who had been sitting behind, came forward and accosted Joshua. + </p> + <p> + "Is this seat engaged?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "Not as I know of," answered the young farmer. + </p> + <p> + "Then with your permission I will take it," said the stranger. + </p> + <p> + "Why of course; I hain't no objection. He's dreadful polite!" thought + Joshua. + </p> + <p> + "You are from the country, I presume?" said the newcomer as he sank into + the seat. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I be. I live up Elmira way—town of Barton. Was you ever in + Barton?" + </p> + <p> + "I have passed through it. I suppose you are engaged in agricultural + pursuits?" + </p> + <p> + "Hey?" + </p> + <p> + "You are a farmer, I take it." + </p> + <p> + "Yes; I work on dad's farm. He owns a hundred and seventy-five acres, and + me and a hired man help him to carry it on. I tell you we have to work." + </p> + <p> + "Just so! And now you are taking a vacation?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes. I've come to see the sights of York." + </p> + <p> + "I think you will enjoy your visit. Ahem! the mayor of New York is my + uncle." + </p> + <p> + "You don't say?" ejaculated Joshua, awestruck. + </p> + <p> + "Yes! My name is Ferdinand Morris." + </p> + <p> + "Glad to know you, Mr. Morris. My name is Joshua Bascom." + </p> + <p> + "Indeed! An aunt of mine married a Bascom. Perhaps we are related." + </p> + <p> + Joshua was quite elated at the thought that he might in some way be + related to the mayor of New York without knowing it, and he resolved to + expatiate on that subject when he went back to Barton. He decided that his + new acquaintance must be rich, for he was dressed in showy style and had a + violet in his buttonhole. + </p> + <p> + "Be you in business, Mr Morris?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "Well, ahem! I am afraid that I am rather an idler. My father left me a + quarter of a million, and so I don't feel the need of working." + </p> + <p> + "Quarter of a million!" ejaculated Joshua. "Why, that's two hundred and + fifty thousand dollars." + </p> + <p> + "Just so," said Morris, smiling. + </p> + <p> + "That's an awful pile of money! Why, dad's been workin' all his life, and + he isn't wuth more'n three thousand dollars at the outside." + </p> + <p> + "I am afraid three thousand dollars wouldn't last me a very long time," + said Morris, with an amused smile. + </p> + <p> + "Gosh! Where can anybody get such a pile of money? That's what beats me!" + </p> + <p> + "Business, my young friend, business! Why I've made that amount of money + in one day." + </p> + <p> + "You don't say!" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, by speculating in Wall Street." + </p> + <p> + "You must be smart!" + </p> + <p> + "My teachers didn't seem to think so. But life in the city is very + different from life in the country." + </p> + <p> + "I wish I could make some money." + </p> + <p> + "A man must have money to make money. If now you had a little money——" + </p> + <p> + "I've got ten dollars to pay my expenses." + </p> + <p> + "Is that all?" + </p> + <p> + "No; I've got fifteen dollars to buy a shawl and dress for marm, and some + shirts for dad. He thought he'd like some boughten shirts. The last marm + made for him didn't fit very well." + </p> + <p> + "You must take good care of your money, Mr. Bascom. I regret to say that + we have a great many pickpockets in New York." + </p> + <p> + "So I've heerd. That's what Jim Duffy told me. He went to York last + spring. But I guess Jim was keerless or he wouldn't have been robbed. It + would take a smart pickpocket to rob me." + </p> + <p> + "Then you keep your money in a safe place?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I keep my wallet in my breeches pocket;" and Joshua slapped the + right leg of his trousers in a well satisfied way. + </p> + <p> + "You are right! I see you are a man of the world. You are a sharp one." + </p> + <p> + Joshua laughed gleefully. He felt pleased at the compliment. + </p> + <p> + "Yes," he chuckled, "I ain't easy taken in, I tell you, ef I was born in + the woods." + </p> + <p> + "It is easy to see that. You can take care of yourself." + </p> + <p> + "So I can." + </p> + <p> + "That comes of being a Bascom. I am glad to know that we are related. You + must call on me in New York." + </p> + <p> + "Where do you live?" + </p> + <p> + "At the Fifth Avenue Hotel. Just ask for Ferdinand Morris. They all know + me there." + </p> + <p> + "Is that a good place to stop?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, if you've got money enough. I pay five dollars a day for my board, + and some extras carry it up to fifty dollars a week." + </p> + <p> + "Gosh all hemlock!" ejaculated Joshua, "I don't want to pay no more'n five + dollars a week." + </p> + <p> + "You can perhaps find a cheap boarding-house for that sum—with plain + board, of course." + </p> + <p> + "That's what I'm used to. I'm willin' to get along without pie." + </p> + <p> + "You like pie, then?" + </p> + <p> + "We ginerally have it on the table at every meal, but I can wait till I + get home." + </p> + <p> + "I will see what I can do for you. In fact, all you've got to do is to buy + a morning paper, and pick out a boarding-house where the price will suit + you. You must come and dine with me some day at the Fifth Avenue Hotel." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you! You're awful kind, but I'm afraid I ain't dressed up enough + for such a stylish place." + </p> + <p> + "Well, perhaps not, but I might lend you a suit to go to the table in. We + are about the same build." + </p> + <p> + "If you've got an extra suit——" + </p> + <p> + "An extra suit? Mr. Bascom, I have at least twenty extra suits." + </p> + <p> + "Gee-whillikens! What do you want with so many clothes?" + </p> + <p> + "I never wear the same suit two days in succession. But I must bid you + good morning, Mr. Bascom. I have a friend in the next car." + </p> + <p> + Morris rose, and Joshua, feeling much flattered with his polite + attentions, resumed his glances out of the window. + </p> + <p> + "Apples, oranges, bananas!" called the train boy, entering the car with a + basket of fruit. + </p> + <p> + "How much do you charge?" asked Joshua. "I feel kind of hungry, and I + haven't ate an orange for an age. Last time I bought one was at the + grocery up to hum." + </p> + <p> + "The large oranges are five cents apiece," said Fred. "I can give you two + small ones for the same price." + </p> + <p> + "I'll take two small ones. It seems a great deal of money, but I'm + traveling and that makes a difference." + </p> + <p> + "Here are two good ones!" said Fred, picking out a couple. + </p> + <p> + "All right! I'll take 'em!" + </p> + <p> + Joshua Bascom thrust his hand into his pocket, and then a wild spasm + contracted his features. He explored it with growing excitement, and a + sickly pallor overspread his face. + </p> + <p> + "What's the matter?" asked Fred. + </p> + <p> + "I've been robbed. My wallet's gone!" groaned Joshua in a husky voice. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0002" id="link2HCH0002"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER II. — A FAIR EXCHANGE. + </h2> + <p> + "Who can have robbed you?" asked the train boy, sympathetically. + </p> + <p> + "I dunno," answered Joshua sadly. + </p> + <p> + "How much have you lost?" + </p> + <p> + "Twenty-five dollars. No," continued Mr. Bascom with a shade of relief. "I + put dad's fifteen dollars in my inside vest pocket." + </p> + <p> + "That is lucky. So you've only lost ten." + </p> + <p> + "It was all I had to spend in York. I guess I'll have to turn round and go + back." + </p> + <p> + "But who could have taken it? Who has been with you?" + </p> + <p> + "Only Mr. Morris, a rich young man. He is nephew to the mayor of New + York." + </p> + <p> + "Who said so?" + </p> + <p> + "He told me so himself." + </p> + <p> + "How was he dressed?" asked Fred, whose suspicions were aroused. "Did he + wear a white hat?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "And looked like a swell?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "He got off at the last station. It is he that robbed you." + </p> + <p> + "But it can't be," said Joshua earnestly. "He told me he was worth quarter + of a million dollars, and boarded at the Fifth Avenue Hotel." + </p> + <p> + "And was nephew of the mayor?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + Fred laughed. + </p> + <p> + "He is no more the mayor's nephew than I am," he said. "He is a confidence + man." + </p> + <p> + "How do you know?' asked Joshua, perplexed. + </p> + <p> + "That is the way they all act. He saw you were a countryman, and made up + his mind to rob you. Did you tell him where you kept your money?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I did. He told me there was lots of pickpockets in New York, and + said I ought to be keerful." + </p> + <p> + "He ought to know." + </p> + <p> + "Can't I get my money back?" asked Mr. Bascom anxiously. + </p> + <p> + "I don't think there's much chance. Even if you should see him some time, + you couldn't prove that he robbed you." + </p> + <p> + "I'd like to see him—for five minutes," said the young farmer, with + a vengeful light in his eyes. + </p> + <p> + "What would you do?" + </p> + <p> + "I'd give him an all-fired shakin' up, that's what I'd do." + </p> + <p> + Looking at Mr. Bascom's broad shoulders and muscular arms, Fred felt that + he would be likely to keep his word in a most effectual manner. + </p> + <p> + "I don't know what to do," groaned Joshua, relapsing into gloom. + </p> + <p> + As he spoke he slid his hand into his pocket once more, and quickly drew + it out with an expression of surprise. He held between two fingers a + handsome gold ring set with a neat stone. + </p> + <p> + "Where did that come from?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "Didn't you ever see it before?" inquired the train boy. + </p> + <p> + "Never set eyes on it in my life." + </p> + <p> + "That's a joke!" exclaimed Fred with a laugh. + </p> + <p> + "What's a joke? + </p> + <p> + "Why, the thief in drawing your wallet from your pocket dropped his ring. + You've made an exchange, that is all." + </p> + <p> + "What is it worth?" asked Joshua, eagerly. "Permit me, my friend," said a + gentleman sitting just behind, as he extended his hand for the ring. "I am + a jeweler and can probably give you an idea of the value of the ring." + </p> + <p> + Joshua handed it over readily. + </p> + <p> + The jeweler eyed it carefully, and after a pause, handed it back. + </p> + <p> + "My friend," he said, "that ring is worth fifty dollars!" + </p> + <p> + "Fifty dollars!" ejaculated Joshua, his eyes distended with surprise. "I + can't understand it. Cousin Sue has got a gold ring as big as this that + only cost three dollars and a half." + </p> + <p> + "Very likely, but the stone of this is valuable. You've made money out of + your pickpocket, if he only took ten dollars from you." + </p> + <p> + "But he'll come back for it." + </p> + <p> + The jeweler laughed. + </p> + <p> + "If he does, tell him where you found it, and ask how it came in your + pocket. He won't dare to call for it." + </p> + <p> + "I'd rather have the ten dollars than the ring." + </p> + <p> + "I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll advance you twenty-five dollars on the + ring, and agree to give it back to you any time within a year on payment + of that sum, and suitable interest." + </p> + <p> + "You can have it, mister," said Joshua promptly. + </p> + <p> + As he pocketed the roll of bills given him in exchange, his face glowed + with returning sunshine. + </p> + <p> + "By gosh!" he said, "I've made fifteen dollars." + </p> + <p> + "That' isn't a bad day's work!" said Fred. + </p> + <p> + "It's more'n I ever earned in a month before," said the young farmer. "I + declare it's paid me to come to the city." + </p> + <p> + "You are lucky! Look out for pickpockets, as they don't always give + anything in exchange. Now you can afford to buy some oranges." + </p> + <p> + "Give me two five-cent oranges and a banana," said Mr. Bascom with + reckless extravagance. "I guess I can afford it, now I've made fifteen + dollars." + </p> + <p> + "I wish that pickpocket would rob me," said Fred smiling. "Fifteen dollars + would come in handy just now," and his smile was succeeded by a grave + look, for money was scarce with the little household of which he was a + member. + </p> + <p> + It is time to speak more particularly of Fred, who is the hero of this + story. He was a pleasant-looking, but resolute and manly boy of seventeen, + who had now been for some months employed on the Erie road. He had lost a + place which he formerly occupied in a store, on account of the failure of + the man whom he served, and after some weeks of enforced leisure had + obtained his present position. Train boys are required to deposit with the + company ten dollars to protect their employer from possible loss, this sum + to be returned at the end of their term of service. They are, besides, + obliged to buy an official cap, such as those of my readers who have + traveled on any line of railroad are familiar with. Fred had been + prevented for some weeks from taking the place because he had not the + money required as a deposit. At length a gentleman who had confidence in + him went with him to the superintendent and supplied the sum, and this + removing the last obstacle, Fred Fenton began his daily runs. He was paid + by a twenty per cent, commission on sales. It was necessary, therefore, + for him to take in five dollars in order to make one for himself. He had + thus far managed to average about a dollar a day, and this, though small, + was an essential help to his widowed mother with whom he lived. + </p> + <p> + Just before reaching Jersey City, Joshua Bascom appealed to Fred. + </p> + <p> + "Could you tell me where to stop in York?" he asked. "Some nice cheap + place?" + </p> + <p> + "I know a plain boarding-house kept by a policeman's wife, who lives near + us," said Fred. "She would probably board you for five dollars a week." + </p> + <p> + "By hokey, that's just the place." said Joshua. "If you do it, I'll make + it right with you." + </p> + <p> + "Never mind about that!" said Fred. "All you've got to do is to come with + me. It will be no trouble." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0003" id="link2HCH0003"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER III. — FRED'S RICH RELATION. + </h2> + <p> + It was seven o'clock when Fred reached home. He and his mother occupied + three rooms in a tenement house, at a rental of ten dollars a month. It + was a small sum for the city, but as Fred was the chief contributor to the + family funds, rent day was always one of anxiety. It so happened that this + very day rent was due, and Fred felt anxious, for his mother, when he left + home, had but seven dollars towards it. + </p> + <p> + He opened the door of their humble home, and received a welcoming smile + from Mrs. Fenton, a pleasant-looking woman of middle age. + </p> + <p> + "I am glad to see you back, Fred," she said. "The days seem long without + you." + </p> + <p> + "Have you brought me a picture book, Fred?" asked his little brother. + </p> + <p> + "No, Bertie, I can't bring you picture books every day. I wish I could." + </p> + <p> + "Albert has been drawing from his last book," said Mrs. Fenton. "He really + has quite a taste for it." + </p> + <p> + "We must send him to the Cooper Institute Drawing School when he gets + older. Did the landlord come, mother?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes," answered Mrs. Fenton, a shade passing over her face. + </p> + <p> + "What did he say? Did he make any fuss?" + </p> + <p> + "He was rough and unpleasant. He said he mast have his money promptly or + we must vacate the rooms." + </p> + <p> + "Did he take the seven dollars?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, he took it and gave me a receipt on account. He said he must have + the balance to-morrow." + </p> + <p> + "I don't see how we can pay it. The company owes me more, but I shan't get + paid till Saturday night." + </p> + <p> + "Don't they advance it to you?" + </p> + <p> + "It is against the rule. Besides I couldn't get it in time." + </p> + <p> + "There is a lady in Lexington Avenue owing me four dollars for sewing, but + when I went there today I heard that she was out of town." + </p> + <p> + "It is very provoking to be kept out of your money when you need it so + much. If we only had a little money ahead, we could get along well. + Something must be done, but I don't know what." + </p> + <p> + "You might go round to Cousin Ferguson." + </p> + <p> + "I hate to ask a favor of that man, mother." + </p> + <p> + "You remember that your poor father owned a small tract of land in + Colorado. When Robert Ferguson went out three months since I asked him to + look after it, and ascertain whether it was of any value. As I have heard + nothing from him, I am afraid it is worthless." + </p> + <p> + "I will go and ask him, mother. That is a matter of business, and I don't + mind speaking to him on that subject. I will go at once." + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps he may be willing to advance a few dollars on it." + </p> + <p> + "At any rate I will go." + </p> + <p> + Robert Ferguson lived in a plain brick house on East Thirty-Ninth Street. + He was a down-town merchant, and in possession of a snug competence. Mrs. + Fenton was his own cousin, but he had never offered to help her in any + way, though he was quite aware of the fact that she was struggling hard to + support her little family. He had a son Raymond who was by no means as + plain in his tastes as his father, but had developed a tendency to + extravagance which augured ill for his future. He had never cared to + cultivate the acquaintance of his poor cousins, and whenever he met Fred + treated him with ill-concealed contempt. + </p> + <p> + It so happened that he was just leaving the house as Fred ascended the + steps. + </p> + <p> + "Good morning, Raymond," said Fred politely. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, it's you, is it?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes," answered Fred briefly, for he did not like the style in which his + cousin addressed him. + </p> + <p> + "What do you want round here?" + </p> + <p> + "I want to see your father." + </p> + <p> + "I guess he's busy." + </p> + <p> + "I want to see him on business," said Fred, pulling the bell. + </p> + <p> + "If you want to borrow any money it's no use. I struck him for ten dollars + just now, and he only gave me two." + </p> + <p> + "Did I say I wanted to borrow any money?" + </p> + <p> + "No, you didn't say so, but I couldn't think of any other business you + could have." + </p> + <p> + Fred did not have occasion to answer, for here the door opened, and the + servant stood on the threshold. + </p> + <p> + "Is Mr. Ferguson at home?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "Yes; will you come in?" + </p> + <p> + Fred followed the girl into the back parlor where Robert Ferguson sat + reading the evening paper. + </p> + <p> + He looked up as Fred entered. + </p> + <p> + "Good evening, Mr. Ferguson," he said. + </p> + <p> + "Good evening, Frederick," said his relative coldly. + </p> + <p> + "My mother asked me to call and inquire whether you heard anything of + father's land in Colorado." + </p> + <p> + "Ahem!" coughed Mr. Ferguson. "I hope she built no day dreams on its + possible value." + </p> + <p> + "No sir; but she hoped it might be worth something—even a small sum + would be of value to us." + </p> + <p> + "The fact is, these Western lands are worth little or nothing." + </p> + <p> + "Father used to say that some time or other the land would be worth a good + sum." + </p> + <p> + "Then I don't think much of your father's judgment. Why, I don't believe + you could give it away. Let me see, how much was there?" + </p> + <p> + "A hundred and twenty-five acres." + </p> + <p> + "How did you father get possession of it?" + </p> + <p> + "There was a man he took care of in his sickness, who gave it to him out + of gratitude." + </p> + <p> + Robert Ferguson shrugged his shoulders. + </p> + <p> + "It would have been better if he had given him the same number of + dollars," he said. + </p> + <p> + "Then you don't think it worth as much as that?" + </p> + <p> + "No, I don't." + </p> + <p> + Fred looked disappointed. In their darkest days, he and his mother had + always thought of this land as likely some time to bring them handsomely + out of their troubles, and make a modest provision for their comfort. Now + there seemed to be an end to this hope. + </p> + <p> + "I would have sent your mother word before," said Robert Ferguson, "but as + the news was bad I thought it would keep. I don't see what possessed your + father to go out to Colorado." + </p> + <p> + "He was doing poorly here, and some one recommended him to try his chances + at the West." + </p> + <p> + "Well, he did a foolish thing. If a man improves his opportunities here he + needn't wander away from home to earn a living. That's my view." + </p> + <p> + "Then," said Fred slowly, "you don't think the land of any value?" + </p> + <p> + "No, I don't. Of course I am sorry for your disappointment, and I am going + to show it. Let your mother make over to me all claim to this land, and I + will give her twenty-five dollars." + </p> + <p> + "That isn't much," said Fred soberly. + </p> + <p> + "No, it isn't much, but it's better than nothing, and I shall lose by my + bargain." + </p> + <p> + Fred sat in silence thinking over this proposal. The land was the only + property his poor father had left, and to sell it for twenty-five dollars + seemed like parting with a birthright for a mess of pottage. + </p> + <p> + On the other hand twenty-five dollars would be of great service to them + under present circumstances. + </p> + <p> + "I don't know what to say," he answered slowly. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, well, it is your lookout. I only made the offer as a personal favor." + </p> + <p> + Mr. Ferguson resumed the perusal of his paper, and thus implied that the + interview was over. + </p> + <p> + "Cousin Ferguson," said Fred, with an effort, "our rent is due to-day, and + we are a little short of the money to meet it. Could you lend me three + dollars till Saturday night?" + </p> + <p> + "No," answered Robert Ferguson coldly. "I don't approve of borrowing + money. As a matter of principle I decline to lend. But if your mother + agrees to sell the land she shall have twenty-five dollars at once." + </p> + <p> + Fred rose with a heavy heart. + </p> + <p> + "I will tell mother what you propose," he said. "Good evening!" + </p> + <p> + "Good evening!" rejoined Mr. Ferguson without raising his eyes from the + paper. + </p> + <p> + "Twenty-five dollars would be very acceptable just now," said Mrs. Fenton + thoughtfully, when Fred reported the offer of his rich relative. + </p> + <p> + "But it wouldn't last long, mother." + </p> + <p> + "It would do us good while it lasted." + </p> + <p> + "You are right there, mother, but I have no doubt the land is worth a good + deal more." + </p> + <p> + "What makes you think so? Cousin Ferguson——" + </p> + <p> + "Wouldn't have made the offer he did if he hadn't thought so, too." + </p> + <p> + "He might have done it to help us." + </p> + <p> + "He isn't that kind of a man. No, mother, it is for our interest to hold + on to the land till we know more about it." + </p> + <p> + "How shall we manage about the rent?" + </p> + <p> + Fred looked troubled. + </p> + <p> + "Something may turn up to-morrow. When the landlord comes, ask him to come + again at eight o'clock, when I shall be home." + </p> + <p> + "Very well, Fred." + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Fenton was so much in the habit of trusting to her son that she + dismissed the matter with less anxiety than Fred felt. He knew very well + that trusting for something to turn up is a precarious dependence, but + there seemed nothing better to do. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0004" id="link2HCH0004"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IV. — ZEBULON MACK. + </h2> + <p> + At twelve that day the landlord, Zebulon Mack, presented himself promptly + at the door of Mrs. Fenton's room. + </p> + <p> + He was a small, thin, wrinkled man, whose suit would have been refused as + a gift by the average tramp, yet he had an income of four thousand dollars + a year from rents. He was now sixty years of age. At twenty-one he was + working for eight dollars a week, and saving three-fifths of that. By slow + degrees he had made himself rich, but in so doing he had denied himself + all but the barest necessaries. What he expected to do with his money, as + he was a bachelor with no near relatives, was a mystery, and he had + probably formed no definite ideas himself. But it was his great enjoyment + to see his hoards annually increasing, and he had no mercy for needy or + unfortunate tenants who found themselves unable to pay their rent + promptly. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Fenton opened the door with a troubled look. + </p> + <p> + "I've come for that other three dollars, ma'am," said Zebulon Mack, + standing on the threshold. + </p> + <p> + "I'm very sorry, sir——" began the widow. + </p> + <p> + "What! haven't you got the money?" snarled Mack, screwing up his features + into a frown that made him look even more unprepossessing. + </p> + <p> + "My son Fred will be paid on Saturday night, and then——" + </p> + <p> + "Saturday night won't do. Didn't you promise it to-day?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; and Fred tried to get an advance, but could not." + </p> + <p> + "Where is he working?" + </p> + <p> + "On the Erie road." + </p> + <p> + "Most likely he spends all his money for beer and cigarettes. I know him. + He looks like it." + </p> + <p> + "You are very much mistaken, sir," said Mrs. Fenton, indignantly. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, you think so, of course," sneered the landlord. "Mothers don't know + much about their boys, nor fathers either. I am glad I haven't a son." + </p> + <p> + "I wouldn't be your son for a million dollars," said little Albert, who + resented the allusion to his big brother. + </p> + <p> + "Hey?" snarled Mack, opening his mouth and showing his tobacco-stained + tusks. "What business has a whipper-snapper like you to put in your oar?" + </p> + <p> + "I ain't a whipper-snapper!" retorted Albert, who did not know the meaning + of the word, but concluded that it was not complimentary. + </p> + <p> + "Well, ma'am, what are you going to do? I can't stay here all day." + </p> + <p> + "Fred thought he would have the money by to-night. He asked if you would + call round after he got home." + </p> + <p> + "When is that?" + </p> + <p> + "He generally gets home at seven o'clock." + </p> + <p> + "Then I'll be here at seven, but if you haven't the money, then out you + go! Do you hear?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + "Then mind you remember it. With so many swindling tenants a landlord has + a hard time." + </p> + <p> + He shambled off, and Mrs. Fenton breathed a sigh of temporary relief. All + the afternoon she felt troubled and anxious, and her anxiety increased as + the hours wore away. + </p> + <p> + "If Fred should be late as he sometimes is," she said to Bertie about six + o'clock, "I am afraid Mr. Mack will carry out his threat and turn us out + on the street." + </p> + <p> + "I won't let him," said Albert manfully. + </p> + <p> + "We can't help it," said Mrs. Fenton. "Do you think you could find your + way to the depot to meet Fred and hurry him home?" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, yes," answered the little boy. "I went there with Fred last week." + </p> + <p> + "You are sure you won't get lost?" + </p> + <p> + "What do you take me for, mother? I'd be ashamed to get lost anywhere + round the city." + </p> + <p> + "Then go, and tell Fred to hurry up. Mr. Mack is so strict and severe that + I am sure he won't wait a minute." + </p> + <p> + At seven o'clock precisely Mr. Mack returned and, looking at his watch, + said, "Time's up, ma'am." + </p> + <p> + "Wait just a few minutes!" pleaded Mrs. Fenton. "I expect Fred home every + minute." + </p> + <p> + "My time's valuable, ma'am. It is not likely the boy will have the money + any way. + </p> + <p> + "Won't you wait, then? + </p> + <p> + "Do you take me for a fool, ma'am? Here, Finnegan." + </p> + <p> + He had brought with him a man in his employ who for starvation wages + helped him move out tenants, and made himself useful in a general way. + </p> + <p> + "Here I am, Mr. Mack," said Finnegan. + </p> + <p> + "Just give me a hand with this bureau. We'll take that first." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, sir," pleaded Mrs. Fenton, "how can you be so merciless? In a few + minutes Fred will be here." + </p> + <p> + "I'm not a fool, ma'am. I told you I'd move you at seven o'clock, and I'm + a man of my word." + </p> + <p> + "Wait a minute and I'll see if I can borrow the money of Mrs. Sheehan." + </p> + <p> + "You ought to have thought of that before. I'll give you two minutes." + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Fenton sped down lo the rooms of Mrs. Sheehan on the next lower + floor. + </p> + <p> + "Can you lend me three dollars, Mrs. Sheehan?" asked Mrs. Fenton, + breathless. "Mr. Mack threatens to turn us out on the sidewalk." + </p> + <p> + "I wish I could, Mrs. Fenton," said Mrs. Sheehan heartily, "but I bought + my John a suit yesterday, and it's taken all my money except seventy-five + cents. I'd be glad to oblige you, indeed I would." + </p> + <p> + "I've no doubt of it," sighed the widow, for it was her last hope. + </p> + <p> + "Well, have you got the money?" asked Zebulon Mack, as she reappeared. + </p> + <p> + "No, sir." + </p> + <p> + "Just what I thought. Go ahead, Finnegan." + </p> + <p> + They took up the bureau and slowly moved to the door, and down the + staircase with it. + </p> + <p> + "It's a shame!" said Mrs. Sheehan, standing at her door. + </p> + <p> + "You'd better look out, ma'am! It may be your turn next," said the + landlord with a scowl. "If it is I won't wait for you a minute." + </p> + <p> + "It's a hard man, you are, Mr. Mack." + </p> + <p> + "I need to be," said Zebulon Mack grimly. "If I wasn't it's precious + little rent I'd get in." + </p> + <p> + The outlook for the Fentons was dark indeed. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0005" id="link2HCH0005"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER V. — AN ADVENTURE ON THE TRAIN. + </h2> + <p> + Fred was on board his regular train that same morning at the usual hour, + and started on his round of duty. He sold four morning papers, but trade + seemed rather dull. About eleven o'clock he went through the first car + distributing some packages of candy to the various passengers. On reaching + the end of the car he returned, collecting the money for those purchased, + and reclaiming those not wanted. + </p> + <p> + About midway of the car was a man of middle age, with small, insignificant + features, and a mean look. He seemed very much absorbed in reading a penny + paper when the train boy came up. + </p> + <p> + "Will you buy the package of candy?" asked Fred. + </p> + <p> + "What package?" asked the passenger, looking up. + </p> + <p> + "The one I left with you when I passed through the car." + </p> + <p> + "I don't know what you mean. You left no package with me." + </p> + <p> + "I remember distinctly leaving you a package." + </p> + <p> + "You are thinking of some other man." + </p> + <p> + "No, I am not." + </p> + <p> + "You are mistaken!" said the passenger, frowning. + </p> + <p> + "Will you be kind enough to get up and let me see if it is on the seat, or + has fallen underneath?" + </p> + <p> + "No, I won't." + </p> + <p> + Fred was convinced that the passenger had secreted the package, and was + scheming to cheat him out of the dime. He was a boy of spirit, and he did + not propose to be swindled. + </p> + <p> + "Sir," he said in a louder tone, "I am a poor boy trying to earn an honest + living. If you don't pay for this package I shall have to." + </p> + <p> + "That is none of my business. I shall not pay for what I haven't got. Boy, + you are very impertinent. I shall report you to the president of the + road." + </p> + <p> + "You may do so if you want to. I can't afford to give away my stock in + trade." + </p> + <p> + "Boy," interposed a pompous gentleman sitting opposite, "I quite agree + with this gentleman. You are not employed to insult passengers." + </p> + <p> + "Or to be cheated by them," said Fred hotly. + </p> + <p> + "If you treated me in this way, I would make it my business to have you + discharged." + </p> + <p> + "Even if I was right?" + </p> + <p> + "Of course you are not right. This gentleman's word outweighs yours." + </p> + <p> + "Why should it?" + </p> + <p> + "He is a respectable gentleman, and you are only a poor train boy." + </p> + <p> + "That may be, sir, but I always tell the truth." + </p> + <p> + "Like George Washington," sneered the stout gentleman. + </p> + <p> + Fred felt that he was losing his case, and the mean passenger smiled with + satisfaction. But his triumph was short-lived. The train boy found an + unexpected defender. + </p> + <p> + "The boy is right," said a young lady sitting directly behind the + passenger with whom Fred had his difficulty. "I saw this man take the + package and put it in his pocket. I have waited with some curiosity to see + whether he would persist in his attempt to cheat the boy out of his + money." + </p> + <p> + There was an instant revulsion of feeling. The attempted swindler looked + as if a bombshell had exploded at his feet. + </p> + <p> + "There is some error," he stammered. "The young lady is mistaken." + </p> + <p> + "I am not mistaken," said the young lady positively "If this man will + allow his pockets to be examined, the package will be found." + </p> + <p> + The man rose from his seat and prepared to leave the car. + </p> + <p> + "I ain't used to being insulted," he said. + </p> + <p> + "Gentlemen," said the young lady, "you have only to look at this man's + side-pocket to see that it contains the package." + </p> + <p> + The passenger wore a sack coat, and it was plain to all that the young + lady was right. + </p> + <p> + "I will pay for the package if the passenger is not honest enough to do it + himself." + </p> + <p> + "No, miss," said a rough-looking man who looked like a western miner. + "This man must pay, or I'll pitch him out of the car myself." + </p> + <p> + "I think you had better pay, sir," said the pompous looking man with an + air of disgust. "I took your part, because I supposed you were a + gentleman." + </p> + <p> + The other, without a word, drew out a dime from his pocket and handed it + to Fred. Then, looking very ill at ease, he left the car hurriedly, and + went as far forward as possible. + </p> + <p> + "Do you have many experiences like this?" asked the young lady, with a + smile. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, miss, quite frequently," aid Fred, "and it isn't the poor passengers + that try to cheat me. Sometimes I travel on emigrant trains, but I never + lost a cent by an emigrant. It is those who are able to pay, like this + man, who try to take advantage of me." + </p> + <p> + "Do you make good pay?" + </p> + <p> + "I average about a dollar a day." + </p> + <p> + "I suppose that is fair pay for a boy of your age." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, it is; but I need it all. I have a mother and brother to support." + </p> + <p> + "Have you, indeed?" said the young lady sympathetically. "You can't all + three live on six dollars a week." + </p> + <p> + "Mother earns a little by sewing, but that isn't paid very well." + </p> + <p> + "Very true. So you sometimes get into difficulties?" + </p> + <p> + "We are in difficulties now. The rent is due, and we lack three dollars to + make it up." + </p> + <p> + "That is easily remedied," said the young lady. "It is my birthday to-day, + and I shall allow myself the luxury of doing good. Here are five dollars + which you will use to pay the landlord." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, miss," said Fred gladly. "You have lifted a weight from my + mind. Our landlord is a strict man, and I was afraid we would be turned + out on the street." + </p> + <p> + "Miss, will you let me shake hands with you? You're a trump!" + </p> + <p> + It was the western miner who spoke, and he had come forward impulsively + from his seat, and was extending a rough, sunburned hand to the young + lady. + </p> + <p> + She did not hesitate a moment, but with a pleasant smile placed her hand + in his. + </p> + <p> + "I wish all high-toned gals was like you, miss," said the miner, as he + shook her hand heartily. + </p> + <p> + "I am sure you would do the same, sir," said Isabel Archer. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I would, and I meant to if you hadn't got the start of me. You'll + excuse the liberty I took," said the miner. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, yes, certainly." + </p> + <p> + "I'm a rough miner, but——" + </p> + <p> + "You are a kind-hearted man. You may hereafter have it in your power to + help the boy." + </p> + <p> + "So I can," and the miner retreated to his seat. + </p> + <p> + Arrived at the Erie depot, Fred found his little brother waiting for him. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, Fred," he said, "I hope you've got money for the rent. The landlord + said he would turn us out at seven o'clock if we didn't pay." + </p> + <p> + "And I am a little late," said Fred, anxiously. + </p> + <p> + "Let me go with you!" said the miner, "I want to see what sort of a + critter your landlord is. The mean scoundrel! It would do me good to shake + him out of his boots." + </p> + <p> + Zebulon Mack and his assistant had just succeeded in placing the bureau on + the sidewalk when Fred and his mining friend turned the corner of the + street. + </p> + <p> + "There's mother's bureau!" exclaimed Fred in excitement. "He's begun to + move us out." + </p> + <p> + "He has, hey?" said Sloan the miner. "We'll soon stop that." + </p> + <p> + "What are you doing here?" demanded Fred, hurrying up. + </p> + <p> + Zebulon Mack turned round, and eyed the boy with an ugly frown. + </p> + <p> + "I told your mother I'd move her out, and I've done it." + </p> + <p> + "Why didn't you wait for me? I've got the money." + </p> + <p> + "You have?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I have." + </p> + <p> + "Pay it over, then." + </p> + <p> + Fred was about to do so when the miner interposed. + </p> + <p> + "Don't pay him till he carries back the bureau!" said Sloan. + </p> + <p> + "You and your friend can do that!" said the landlord. + </p> + <p> + "If you don't catch hold of that bureau and take it back I'll wring your + neck, you mean scoundrel!" said the miner sternly. + </p> + <p> + Zebulon Mack looked into the miner's face and thought it wisest to obey. + </p> + <p> + "Here, Finnegan!" he said sullenly. "Take hold, and don't be all night + about it." + </p> + <p> + When the bureau was in place, Fred, who had changed the five-dollar bill, + handed Mr. Mack the three dollars. + </p> + <p> + "Now, my friend," said the miner, "you can reckon up how much you made by + your meanness. You and that understrapper of yours must enjoy moving + bureaus. I only wish you'd got down the rest of the furniture, so that I + might have the satisfaction of seeing you carry it back." + </p> + <p> + The landlord glared at Tom Sloan as if he would like to tear him to + pieces. But he took it out in looks. + </p> + <p> + "Good night, sir," said the miner, "we don't care to have the pleasure of + your company any longer." + </p> + <p> + "I'll be even with you for all this," growled Mack. + </p> + <p> + "Don't feel bad, squire. You've got your money." + </p> + <p> + "Mother," said Fred, "this is my friend, Mr. Sloan." + </p> + <p> + "I am glad to see any friend of my boy," said Mrs. Fenton. "Won't you stay + and take supper with Fred?" + </p> + <p> + "I'd like to, ma'am, if it won't be intruding." + </p> + <p> + "Not at all," said Fred cordially. "I've had luck to-day, mother. A + beautiful young lady gave me five dollars." + </p> + <p> + "God bless her!" said Mrs. Fenton. "She couldn't have given it at a better + time." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0006" id="link2HCH0006"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VI. — MR. BASCOM'S PERIL. + </h2> + <p> + Tom Sloan made himself very much at home with the Fentons. The widow sent + out for a steak, and this, with a cup of tea and some fresh rolls, + furnished a plain but excellent repast. + </p> + <p> + "I haven't eaten so good a supper for a long time," said the miner. "It + seems just like the suppers I used to get at home in Vermont." + </p> + <p> + "It was very plain," said Mrs. Fenton, "but probably you had a good + appetite." + </p> + <p> + "You are right there, ma'am." + </p> + <p> + Mr. Sloan remained chatting for a couple of hours. He told his new friends + that he had been away two years, spending the time in Nevada and + California. + </p> + <p> + "I hope you have had good luck, Mr. Sloan," said Fred. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I've made a few thousand dollars, but I'm going back again next + month." + </p> + <p> + "To California?" + </p> + <p> + "No, to Colorado." + </p> + <p> + Fred and his mother exchanged looks. + </p> + <p> + "My father left us some land in Colorado," said the train boy—"a + hundred and twenty-five acres—but we can't find out whether it has + any value or not." + </p> + <p> + "Let me know where it is," said the miner, "and I'll find out and send you + word." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you! It will be a great favor," said Mrs. Fenton warmly. "A cousin + of my husband went out there three months since, and visited the land. He + reports that it is of no value, but offers to buy it for twenty-five + dollars. Fred thinks he wouldn't make the offer if it was not worth a good + deal more." + </p> + <p> + "That's where Fred's head is level. Depend upon it your cousin is foxy and + wants to take you in. I'll tell you just how the matter stands." + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Fenton produced her husband's papers, and Mr. Sloan made an entry of + the location in a small note-book which he carried. + </p> + <p> + "Don't worry about it any more, ma'am,'" he said. "I'll do all I can for + you, and I hope for your sake there's a gold mine on the land." + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Fenton smiled. + </p> + <p> + "I shall be satisfied with less than that," she answered. + </p> + <p> + "How long are you going to stay in New York?" asked Fred. + </p> + <p> + "I am going to Vermont to-morrow, and, likely as not I shan't come back + this way, but go West from Boston. Anyway you'll hear from me + occasionally. I ain't much of a writer, but I guess you can make out my + pot-hooks." + </p> + <p> + "I'll take the risk, Mr. Sloan," said Fred, "I am no writing master + myself, but my little brother Albert can draw nicely, and writes a + handsome hand. Bertie, bring your last writing-book." + </p> + <p> + The little boy did so, and exhibited it to the miner. + </p> + <p> + "Why, the kid beats my old teacher all hollow," said Sloan. "I've a great + mind to take him with me to Vermont, and have him start a writing school." + </p> + <p> + "I'm afraid Albert couldn't keep order among the big boys." + </p> + <p> + "Well, there might be some trouble that way. How much do you weigh, kid?" + </p> + <p> + "Ninety pounds," answered Albert. + </p> + <p> + "Well, that isn't exactly a heavy weight. But, Fred, I must be going out + and finding a room somewhere. Do you know of any good place?" + </p> + <p> + "There's a hotel close by. I'll go with you." + </p> + <p> + "Good evening, ma'am," said the miner, as he rose to go. "I may not see + you again just at present, but I'll look after that business of yourn. + Come here, kid, you ought to get a prize for your writing. Here's + something for you," and he handed the delighted boy a five-dollar gold + piece. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, ma, now may I have a new suit?" asked Albert. + </p> + <p> + "If you want a new suit," said the miner, "I haven't given you enough. + Here's another five to help along." + </p> + <p> + "You are very kind, sir," said Mrs. Fenton. "Albert is really in need of + clothes, and this will buy him something more than a suit." + </p> + <p> + "All the better, ma'am. I'm glad to have the chance of doing a little good + with my money." + </p> + <p> + "I wish all who have money were like you. I wish you health and good + fortune, and a safe return to your friends." + </p> + <p> + "Those are three good things, ma'am. If I get there I won't kick." + </p> + <p> + "Do you ever kick?" asked Albert, puzzled. + </p> + <p> + "I see you don't understand me, kid. It's a slang term we miners use. I + won't complain. That's a little better English, isn't it?" + </p> + <p> + Fred conducted Mr. Sloan to the hotel nearby and saw him secure a good + room. Then he was about to retire. + </p> + <p> + "Hold on a minute!" said the miner. "Come up to my room. I want to talk a + little to you on business." + </p> + <p> + "Certainly, Mr. Sloan." + </p> + <p> + Reaching the chamber, the miner unbuckled a belt that spanned his waist, + and drew therefrom a large sum in gold pieces. He counted out five double + eagles—a hundred dollars—and turning to Fred, said: "I want + you to keep that money for me till I come back." + </p> + <p> + "But, Mr. Sloan," said Fred surprised, "why not leave it with your other + money? I might lose it." + </p> + <p> + "I want you to put it in some savings bank in your own name, and, if you + need it, to draw out any part of it. I don't want that mean scamp, the + landlord, to get a chance to turn you out into the street." + </p> + <p> + "But I might not be able to pay it back, Mr. Sloan." + </p> + <p> + "I'll take the risk. I lend it to you without interest for a year, and if + you have to use any of it I won't sue you." + </p> + <p> + "You are very kind! It will make me feel much more easy in mind. I + wouldn't mind being turned into the street on my own account, but mother + couldn't stand it." + </p> + <p> + "Just so, Fred. You've got a good mother, and you must look out for her." + </p> + <p> + "I don't often meet a good friend like you, Mr. Sloan." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, pshaw! you mustn't make too much of a little thing," said the miner + modestly. "I'm only giving you the interest on a hundred dollars." + </p> + <p> + Fred walked slowly homeward, feeling very cheerful. He hoped he should not + need to use any of Mr. Sloan's kind loan, but it gave him a feeling of + relief to know that he had a fund to draw from in case of need. + </p> + <p> + On his way home, in passing a drinking saloon, Fred's attention was drawn + to two men who came out, arm in arm, both of whom appeared to be under the + influence of liquor. Something in the dress and figure of one looked + familiar. Coming closer Fred recognized his country friend, Joshua Bascom. + </p> + <p> + "What, Mr. Bascom! Is this you?" + </p> + <p> + "Why, it's Fred!" said Bascom stopping short and trying to stand erect. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, come along!" said his companion impatiently. + </p> + <p> + "No, I want to see the train boy. Good night, old fellow!" + </p> + <p> + The other angrily protested against being shaken off, but Joshua dropped + his arm, and took Fred's instead. + </p> + <p> + "How came you with that man?" asked Fred. + </p> + <p> + "He's a jolly, sociable chap. Wanted to take me to a little card party, + but I guess it's too late." + </p> + <p> + "Did he meet you in the saloon?" + </p> + <p> + "No; he took me in there, and treated me to three glasses of milk punch. I + guess it's got into my head. Do you think I am—intoxicated, Fred?" + </p> + <p> + "It looks very much like it, Mr. Bascom." + </p> + <p> + "I hope they won't hear of it at home. Dad would get the minister to come + and give me a talkin' to." + </p> + <p> + "I hope this stranger didn't get any of your money?" + </p> + <p> + "No; he wouldn't let me pay for a thing." + </p> + <p> + "He meant to get the money back. He was carrying you to some gambling + house, where he would have won all your money." + </p> + <p> + "You don't say!" exclaimed Joshua, panic-stricken. "I thought he was a + nice fellow." + </p> + <p> + "Be careful how you trust strangers, and don't go to any more drinking + saloons!" + </p> + <p> + "I won't," said Mr. Bascom, fervently. + </p> + <p> + "I will take you to your room, and you had better take a good long sleep. + If you want to go round, I'll call to-morrow evening, and go to some place + of amusement with you." + </p> + <p> + "I think Mr. Bascom had better go back to his farm soon," thought Fred, as + he returned from piloting Joshua home. "If he doesn't he is likely to get + into trouble." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0007" id="link2HCH0007"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VII. — FERDINAND MORRIS. + </h2> + <p> + When Ferdinand Morris left the train after robbing Joshua Bascom, as + described in the first chapter, he was in excellent spirits. He had + effected his purpose, and got off scot free. He walked briskly away from + the station at which he got out, and didn't stop to examine the wallet + till he had got half a mile away. + </p> + <p> + When he discovered that it contained only ten dollars, he was filled with + disgust. + </p> + <p> + "What could the fellow mean by coming to the city with only ten dollars in + his pocketbook?" he muttered. "It's a regular imposition. It wasn't worth + taking. Here I am, stranded in the country, and my ticket of no value, for + only ten dollars! I should like to see my rural friend's wo-begone look + when he discovers the loss of his wallet, though." + </p> + <p> + This thought helped to reconcile Morris to the situation. The picture + which he had conjured up tickled his fancy, and he laughed heartily. But + his merriment was short-lived. Incidentally he noticed the loss of the + ring, and his countenance changed. + </p> + <p> + "My ring gone!" he exclaimed. "What can have become of it? It was worth + fifty dollars at least. I must have dropped it into that fellow's pocket + when I took his wallet. That's a pretty bad exchange. What an unlucky chap + I am! I am about forty dollars out of pocket." + </p> + <p> + The satisfaction of Mr. Morris was quite destroyed. There seemed little + hope of his recovering the ring, for he could not make known its loss + without betraying himself. + </p> + <p> + "I may as well be going back to New York," he said moodily. "If I meet + that fellow again, I must get up some scheme for recovering the ring from + him. He is a countryman and I can frighten him into giving it to me. The + worst of it is, the ring is not mine, and the owner will make a fuss about + it. She is inclined to be suspicious, and I shall find it hard work to + explain." + </p> + <p> + In a house on Lexington Avenue lived a maiden lady, close upon forty years + of age, though she called herself thirty-one. Miss Josephine Harden had + been left independent through the will of an aunt who had left her the sum + of thirty-five thousand dollars. She had been for eight years an humble + attendant, subject to the numerous whims and caprices of her relative, but + two years since had been repaid by a legacy. Ever since Miss Marden had + been looking about for a suitable matrimonial partner. There were some + difficulties in the way, for she was thin, long-nosed, and with a yellow + complexion. Three impecunious bachelors, lured by her money, had paid her + some attentions, but their courage failed at last, and they silently slunk + away. At length, however, Ferdinand Morris met Miss Harden, and conceived + the idea of marrying her for her money. When he had once got possession of + her fortune, he proposed to leave her in the lurch. + </p> + <p> + Morris was a stylish-looking man, and the spinster received his attentions + very favorably. She knew very little about him except that he was in some + mysterious business about which he did not speak definitely, except that + it required him to travel constantly. Matters progressed until they became + engaged. At this point, rather reversing the usual order of things, Miss + Marden gave her suitor the ring which he had now lost. + </p> + <p> + "If we don't marry," she said cautiously, "I shall expect you to give it + back." + </p> + <p> + "Certainly, my dear Josephine," said Morris, "but I shall hold you to your + promise." + </p> + <p> + "You might see some girl younger and fair," said Hiss Marden coyly. + </p> + <p> + "How could that be?" said Morris with mock ardor, as he bent over her hand + and kissed it with secret facial contortions. "Do you doubt my love?" + </p> + <p> + "I try not to, Ferdinand, but I am no longer in my first youth. I shudder + to say it I am twenty nine." + </p> + <p> + "You were two years older last week," thought Morris. + </p> + <p> + "I—I don't feel so old," said the spinster, "but I am afraid it is a + fact." + </p> + <p> + "I don't believe you will ever be forty again," thought Morris. "By the + way, Josephine, have you thought of that investment I spoke to you about? + I can get a hundred shares of mining stock for you, at five dollars a + share—the inside price—while to the general public it is only + sold at ten." + </p> + <p> + "It may be as you say, Ferdinand, but my aunt lost money in mining stocks, + and I shall hardly dare to venture." + </p> + <p> + "Confound your aunt!" said Morris to himself. "I assure you, Josephine, + this is a chance to double your money in three months." + </p> + <p> + "Have you invested in it yourself, Ferdinand?" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, yes," answered Morris, glibly, "I have a hundred and fifty shares." + </p> + <p> + Suspicious as she was, Miss Morris believed her suitor to be a man of + means, and did not doubt his statement. + </p> + <p> + "Then I hope for your sake it will prove a good investment." + </p> + <p> + "Confound her!" thought Morris, "there seems no chance to make her open + her purse strings. She has got to come down liberally, or I won't marry + her." + </p> + <p> + It was at Miss Marden's door that Ferdinand Morris rang on the evening + after the loss of the ring. He would have kept away, but he had promised + to call, and Miss Morris was very strict in requiring him to keep his + engagements. + </p> + <p> + He had hardly entered the room when she discovered the loss of the ring. + </p> + <p> + "What has become of the ring, Ferdinand?" she asked quickly. + </p> + <p> + "I thought you would miss it," he replied in some confusion. + </p> + <p> + "Where is it?" I asked Miss Harden peremptorily. + </p> + <p> + "Plague take the old cat," thought Morris. "I suppose I may as well tell + the truth." + </p> + <p> + "The fact is," he stammered, "it was stolen from me on an Erie train + to-day by a pickpocket." + </p> + <p> + "And you let him do it? What could you be thinking of, Ferdinand?" + </p> + <p> + "You have no idea how expert these fellows are, Josephine," said Morris, + who certainly ought to know. + </p> + <p> + "I think a man must be inexcusably careless or simple," returned the + spinster, "to allow a man to steal a ring from his finger. Do you suspect + anybody?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; I sat beside a young man dressed up as a countryman. He was such a + good imitation, that I was positively taken in. He looked as if he had + been driving the plow all his life." + </p> + <p> + "And he stole the ring?" + </p> + <p> + "He must have done it. There was no one else near who had the chance." + </p> + <p> + "But how could he slip it off your finger without your knowing it?" + </p> + <p> + "The fact is, I fell into a doze, and when I was half asleep the ring was + taken. After he had got it he got out at some station, and I am afraid I + never shall see him again." + </p> + <p> + "I am not satisfied with your explanation, Ferdinand." + </p> + <p> + "You don't mean to say you doubt my word, Josephine?" + </p> + <p> + "I paid fifty dollars for that ring at a jeweler's on Sixth Avenue, and I + don't feel like losing so much money." + </p> + <p> + "But it is my loss, as you gave it to me." + </p> + <p> + "You forget that in case our engagement was broken, it was to be + returned." + </p> + <p> + "But you really don't think of breaking the engagement? You don't want to + drive me to despair?" + </p> + <p> + "Do you really love me so much, Ferdinand?" said the spinster, smiling + complacently. + </p> + <p> + "Can you doubt it? It makes me very unhappy to have you find fault with + me." + </p> + <p> + "But you must admit that you were very careless." + </p> + <p> + "I confess it, but the man looked so innocent." + </p> + <p> + "Do you think you shall ever meet him again?" + </p> + <p> + "I think so. He may be in another disguise." + </p> + <p> + "I will give you four weeks to do so, Ferdinand. If you don't succeed I + shall require you to buy another in its place." + </p> + <p> + "I will do my best," said Morris. + </p> + <p> + "I really thought you were sharper, Ferdinand. No pickpocket could rob + me." + </p> + <p> + "I may try it some time," thought Morris. "It would be rather a + satisfaction to do it too." + </p> + <p> + "I wonder if I shall meet that country fellow again," thought Morris as he + left the house. "If I do I'll see if I can't frighten him into returning + my ring." + </p> + <p> + The very next evening, in passing the Standard Theater, near the corner of + Thirty-Third Street Morris saw and instantly recognized the tall, rustic + figure and slouching walk of Joshua Bascom. He paused a moment in + indecision, then summoning up all his native bravado, he stepped forward, + and laid his hand on Joshua's shoulder. + </p> + <p> + "Look here, my friend," he said in tone of authority, "I have some + business with you." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0008" id="link2HCH0008"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VIII. — MR. BASCOM'S SAD PLIGHT. + </h2> + <p> + Joshua turned in alarm, fearing that he was in the hands of a policeman. + </p> + <p> + "What have I done?" he began. Then recognizing Morris, he said, "Why, it's + the man who stole my wallet." + </p> + <p> + "You must be crazy," rejoined Morris. "I charge you with theft." + </p> + <p> + "Well, that beats all!" ejaculated Joshua. "Just give me back my ten + dollars." + </p> + <p> + "I admire your cheek, my friend," said Morris, "but it won't go down. + Where is that ring you stole from my finger?" + </p> + <p> + "You left it in my pocket when you put in your hand and stole my wallet." + </p> + <p> + "Ha, you confess that you have got it. Where is it?" + </p> + <p> + "Give me back my wallet and I may tell you." + </p> + <p> + "My rural friend, you are in great danger. Do you see that policeman + coming up the street? Well, I propose to give you in charge unless you + give me back my ring." + </p> + <p> + "I haven't got it," said Joshua, beginning to feel uneasy. + </p> + <p> + "Then give me fifty dollars, the sum I paid for it." + </p> + <p> + "Gosh all hemlock!" exclaimed Joshua impatiently. "You talk as if I was a + thief instead of you." + </p> + <p> + "So you are." + </p> + <p> + "It's a lie." + </p> + <p> + "Of course you say so. If you haven't fifty dollars, give me all you have, + and I'll let you off." + </p> + <p> + "I won't do it." + </p> + <p> + "Then you must take the consequences. Here, policeman, I give this man in + charge for stealing a valuable ring from me." + </p> + <p> + "When did he do it—just now?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes," answered Morris, with unexpected audacity. "He looks like a + countryman but he is a crook in disguise." + </p> + <p> + "Come along, my man!" said the policeman, taking Joshua in tow. "You must + come with me." + </p> + <p> + "I hain't done nothing," said Joshua. "Please let me go, Mr. Policeman." + </p> + <p> + "That's what they all say," remarked Morris, shrugging his shoulders. + </p> + <p> + "I see, he's an old offender," said the intelligent policeman, who had + only been on the force three months. + </p> + <p> + "He's one of the most artful crooks I ever met," said Morris. "You'd swear + he was a countryman." + </p> + <p> + "So I be," insisted Joshua. "I came from Barton, up Elmira way, and I've + never been in the city before." + </p> + <p> + "Hear him!" said Morris, laughing heartily. "Ask him his name." + </p> + <p> + "My name's Joshua Bascom, and I go to the Baptist church reg'lar—just + write and ask Parson Peabody, and he'll tell you I'm perfectly + respectable." + </p> + <p> + "My friend," said Morris, "you can't fool an experienced officer by any + such rigmarole. He can read you like a book." + </p> + <p> + "Of course I can," said the policeman, who felt the more flattered by this + tribute because he was really a novice. "As this gentleman says, I knew + you to be a crook the moment I set eyes on you." + </p> + <p> + They turned the corner of Thirtieth Street on their way to the station + house. Poor Joshua felt keenly the humiliation and disgrace of his + position. It would be in all the papers, he had no doubt, for all such + items got into the home papers, and he would not dare show his face in + Barton again. + </p> + <p> + "Am I going to jail?" he asked with keen anguish. + </p> + <p> + "You'll land there shortly," said Morris. + </p> + <p> + "But I hain't done a thing." + </p> + <p> + "Is it necessary for me to go in?" asked Ferdinand Morris, with + considerable uneasiness, for he feared to be recognized by some older + member of the force. + </p> + <p> + "Certainly." replied the policeman, "you must enter a complaint against + this man." + </p> + <p> + Morris peered into the station house, but saw no officer likely to + remember him, so he summoned up all his audacity and followed the + policeman and his prisoner inside. There happened to be no other case + ahead, so Joshua was brought forward. + </p> + <p> + "What has this man done?" asked the sergeant. + </p> + <p> + "Stolen a ring from this gentleman here," answered the policeman. + </p> + <p> + "Was the ring found on his person?" + </p> + <p> + "No, sergeant. He has not been searched." + </p> + <p> + "Search me if you want to. You won't find anything," said Joshua. + </p> + <p> + "He has probably thrown it away," said Ferdinand Morris, <i>sotto voce.</i> + </p> + <p> + "No, I hain't." + </p> + <p> + "What is your name, sir?" asked the sergeant, addressing Morris. + </p> + <p> + "My name is Clarence Hale," answered Morris, boldly, taking the name of a + young man of respectable family whom he had met casually. + </p> + <p> + "Where do you live?" + </p> + <p> + "On Fourth Avenue, sir, near Eleventh Street." + </p> + <p> + "Do you swear that this man stole your ring?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + "Where?" + </p> + <p> + "In front of the Standard Theater." + </p> + <p> + "How could he do it?" continued the sergeant. "He could not take it from + your hand?" + </p> + <p> + "It was in my pocket. I found him with his hand in my pocket," answered + Morris, glibly. + </p> + <p> + "By gracious!" ejaculated Joshua, his eyes distended with amazement, "I + never heard a fellow lie so slick before, in all my life." + </p> + <p> + "Silence!" said the sergeant. "Mr. Hale, will you appear to-morrow morning + at Jefferson Market, and testify against this man?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + "Officer, have you ever arrested this man before?" went on the sergeant. + </p> + <p> + "I'm not quite sure, sir. You see he's in disguise now. I think he's <i>wan</i> + of the gang." + </p> + <p> + Things began to look bad for poor Joshua, who was in a fair way to be + railroaded to the penitentiary, as no doubt more than one innocent man has + been before now, through an unfortunate complication. + </p> + <p> + "I wish I had some friend to speak up for me," he said, almost sobbing. + "This is awful!" + </p> + <p> + "So you have!" said an unexpected voice. + </p> + <p> + Joshua turned, and to his inexpressible relief saw Fred standing on the + threshold. + </p> + <p> + "It's the train boy!" he exclaimed joyfully. + </p> + <p> + Fred had set out to call upon Joshua that evening, and had chanced to see + him going into the station house with the confidence man. He had followed + to find out what it meant. + </p> + <p> + There was one who was not so well pleased to see him. Ferdinand Morris + turned pale, and tried to make his escape. + </p> + <p> + "Excuse me," he said. "I am faint, and must get out into the air." + </p> + <p> + But Fred stood in his way. + </p> + <p> + "Not so fast, Mr. Ferdinand Morris," he said. "What trick are you up to + now?" + </p> + <p> + "Do you know this man, Fred?" asked the sergeant, who had known the train + boy for three years, for he lived only one block away on the same street. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir, he stole the wallet of this young man on my train on the Erie + less than a week since." + </p> + <p> + "But he said the prisoner stole his ring." + </p> + <p> + "He left the ring in Mr. Bascom's pocket, when he was feeling for the + wallet." + </p> + <p> + "This is a great mistake," said Morris, hurriedly. "I never saw this train + boy before, and haven't traveled on the Erie road for a year." + </p> + <p> + "This man is telling a falsehood," said Fred. + </p> + <p> + "Will you swear that he was on your train and robbed this countryman?" + asked the sergeant. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + "Is there any officer who recognizes him?" the sergeant inquired, looking + round the room. + </p> + <p> + "I do," answered a stout policeman, who just then entered the station + house. "I arrested him six months since, but he managed to slip away." + </p> + <p> + "The prisoner is discharged," said the sergeant. "Hold the complainant + instead." + </p> + <p> + To his great joy Joshua was set free, and Mr. Morris, alias Hale, was + collared by a policeman, though he made a desperate struggle to escape. + </p> + <p> + "I'll get even with you, boy!" said Morris savagely, addressing Fred. + </p> + <p> + "Come along, Mr. Bascom," said Fred. "I presume you don't care to stay + here any longer." + </p> + <p> + "Not if I know it," said Joshua, fervently. "If I live till to-morrow + morning, I'll start back to Barton. I've seen all I want to of York. I + won't feel safe till I get home, in sight of the old meetin' house. I + wouldn't have dad know I'd been arrested for a load of pumpkins." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0009" id="link2HCH0009"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IX. — A LONG TRIP. + </h2> + <p> + Fred appeared at the depot the next morning the superintendent said to + him, "I shall have to change your train to-day. You will wait for the nine + o'clock train for Suspension Bridge." + </p> + <p> + "When shall I get there?" + </p> + <p> + The superintendent, referring to his schedule of trains, answered, "At + 11.44 to-night. The boy who usually goes on this train is sick." + </p> + <p> + "When shall I return?" + </p> + <p> + "Let me see, it is Saturday. If you would like to stay over a day and see + Niagara Falls, you can do so, and start on your return Monday morning at + 8.35. How do you like the arrangement?" + </p> + <p> + "Very much. I was only thinking how I could get word to my mother. She + will feel anxious if I am not back at the usual time." + </p> + <p> + "You might send her a note by a telegraph messenger." + </p> + <p> + At this moment Fred espied a boy of his acquaintance in the street + outside. + </p> + <p> + "Here, Charlie Schaeffer," he called, "do you want to earn a quarter?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes," answered the boy quickly. "What do you want me to do?" + </p> + <p> + "Take a note to my mother." + </p> + <p> + "It'll cost me almost a quarter for expenses." + </p> + <p> + "I will pay that besides." + </p> + <p> + "All right! Give me the letter." + </p> + <p> + Fred scribbled these few lines: + </p> + <h3> + DEAR MOTHER, + </h3> + <p> + I am sent to Suspension Bridge and shall not probably be back till late + Monday evening, or perhaps Tuesday morning. Don't worry. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + FRED. +</pre> + <p> + Charlie Schaeffer, a stout German boy, who was temporarily out of work, + was glad of the chance of earning a quarter for himself, and started at + once on his errand. Fred, quite elated at the prospect of seeing Niagara + Falls, prepared for his trip. He had to carry a larger supply of stock on + account of the length of the journey, and was instructed to lay in a fresh + supply at Buffalo for the home trip. + </p> + <p> + He was about to enter the car at ten minutes of nine when Joshua Bascom + appeared on the platform with a well-worn carpet-bag in his hand. + </p> + <p> + "Are you going back, Mr. Bascom?" asked the train boy. + </p> + <p> + "Yes," answered Joshua. "I don't want to go to no more station houses. I + shan't rest easy til I'm back in Barton. You hain't seen any policeman + lookin' for me, have you?" + </p> + <p> + "No; you haven't done anything wrong, have you?" + </p> + <p> + "Not as I know of, but them cops is very meddlesome. I thought that + pickpocket might have set 'em on my track." + </p> + <p> + "You are safe here. This is New Jersey, and a New York policeman can't + arrest you here." + </p> + <p> + "That's good," said Joshua with an air of relief. "Where are you going + to-day?" + </p> + <p> + "I'm going all the way with you." + </p> + <p> + "You ain't goin' as far as Barton?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I am, and farther too. I'm going to Niagara." + </p> + <p> + "You don't say? And you don't have to pay a cent either?" + </p> + <p> + "No, I get paid for going." + </p> + <p> + "I wish I was goin' to Niagara with you. By hokey, wouldn't the folks + stare if I was to come home and tell 'em I'd seen the Falls!" + </p> + <p> + "Can't you go?" + </p> + <p> + "No, I've spent all the money I can afford. I must wait till next year." + </p> + <p> + "Did you spend all of your money, Mr. Bascom?" + </p> + <p> + "No," chuckled Joshua. "I've only spent the fifteen dollars I got for that + ring, and shall carry home the ten dollars." + </p> + <p> + "You are an able financier, Mr. Bascom. You've made your expenses, and can + afford to go again. You must tell your father how you got the best of a + pickpocket." + </p> + <p> + "So I will. I guess he'll think I'm smarter than he reckoned for." + </p> + <p> + At about half-past four in the afternoon, Fred was called upon to bid his + country friend good-by. Looking from the door of the car, he saw Joshua + climb into a hay wagon driven by an elderly man whose appearance led him + to conclude that he was the "dad" to whom Joshua had frequently referred. + </p> + <p> + The sun sank, the darkness came on, but still the train sped swiftly over + its iron pathway. The passengers settled back in their seats, some fell + asleep, and the hum of conversation ceased. Fred too gave up his trips + through the cars, and stretching himself out on a seat, closed his eyes. + Presently the train came to a stop, and the conductor, putting in his head + at the door, called out "Niagara Falls." + </p> + <p> + Fred rose hastily, for he had made up his mind to get out at this point. + He descended from the train, and found himself on the platform of the + station. + </p> + <p> + He had already selected the hotel, a small one where the rate was very + moderate, and as there was no carriage representing it at the train he set + out to walk. It was a small, plain-looking inn, of perhaps thirty rooms, + named after the proprietor: + </p> + <h3> + THE LYNCH HOUSE. + </h3> + <p> + On the road thither he was overtaken by a stranger, whom he remembered as + one of the passengers on the second car. He appeared to be about forty + years of age, and though it was a warm summer evening he was muffled up + about the neck. + </p> + <p> + "Are you going to stop here over night?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + "You are the train boy, are you not?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + "What hotel shall you put up at?" + </p> + <p> + "One recommended to me by the conductor—the Lynch House." + </p> + <p> + "I think I will stop there too." + </p> + <p> + "You may not like it. It is a small, cheap house." + </p> + <p> + "It doesn't matter. I am well provided with money, but I don't care for + style or fashion. I am an invalid, and I prefer the quiet of a small + hotel. There will be less noise and confusion." + </p> + <p> + "Very well, sir. I think that is the hotel yonder." + </p> + <p> + Such proved to be the case. It was large on the ground, but only three + stories in height. Over the portico was a sign, bearing the name. It was + by no means fashionable in its appearance, but looked comfortable. + </p> + <p> + Fred and the stranger entered. A sleepy-looking clerk sat behind the desk. + He opened his eyes, and surveyed the late comers. + </p> + <p> + "Can you give me a room?" asked Fred. + </p> + <p> + "I would like one too," said the other. + </p> + <p> + "We've only got one room left," said the clerk. "That's a back room on the + second story. Are you gentlemen in company?" + </p> + <p> + "No," answered Fred. "We are strangers to each other." + </p> + <p> + "Then I can't give but one of you a room. If you don't mind rooming + together, you can both be accommodated." + </p> + <p> + "Are there two beds in a room?" asked the stranger. + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "Then I don't object to occupying it with this young man. He is a stranger + to me, but I watched him on board the train, and I am sure he is all + right." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, sir," said Fred. + </p> + <p> + "Well," said the clerk, "what does the boy say?" + </p> + <p> + Fred looked curiously at his companion. He was so muffled up that he could + only see a pair of black eyes, a long sallow nose, and cheeks covered with + dark whiskers. The train boy did not fancy his looks much, but could think + of no good reason for declining him as a room companion. He felt that the + gentleman had paid him a compliment in offering to room with him, + particularly when, as he stated, he had a considerable amount of money + about him. He paused a moment only, before he said, "Perhaps we may as + well room together, then." + </p> + <p> + "All right! I will go up with you, as the hall boy has gone to bed. I + hardly expected any guests by this late train." + </p> + <p> + The clerk took the stranger's valise—Fred had only a small paper + parcel in his hand, containing a clean shirt and a collar which he had + bought in Jersey City before taking passage on the train. Up one flight of + stairs the clerk preceded them and paused in front of No. 21, the back + room referred to. He unlocked the door, and entering, lighted the gas. + </p> + <p> + It was a room about twelve feet wide by twenty in depth. At each end was a + single bedstead. + </p> + <p> + "I think you will be comfortable," said the clerk. "Is there anything you + want before retiring?" + </p> + <p> + "No," answered both. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0010" id="link2HCH0010"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER X. — WHAT TOOK PLACE IN NO. 21. + </h2> + <p> + The clerk closed the door, leaving Fred alone with the stranger. + </p> + <p> + The latter sat down in one of the two chairs with which the room was + provided. + </p> + <p> + "I am not sleepy," he said. "Are you?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes," answered Fred, gaping. "I am not used to late hours. Besides, I was + up early this morning." + </p> + <p> + "That makes a difference. I didn't get up till eleven. I was about to + propose a game of cards." + </p> + <p> + "I don't care for playing cards," said Fred. "Besides, I am sleepy." + </p> + <p> + "All right! You won't object to my sitting up awhile and reading?" + </p> + <p> + Fred would have preferred to have his companion go to bed, as he was not + used to sleep with a light burning. He did not wish to be disobliging, + however, and answered that he didn't mind. + </p> + <p> + The stranger took from his hand-bag a paper-covered novel, and seating + himself near the gas jet, began to read. + </p> + <p> + Fred undressed himself and lay down. He remembered with a little + uneasiness that he had with him the hundred dollars in gold which had been + intrusted to him by the miner. He had had no opportunity as yet to deposit + it in the Union Dime Savings Bank, as he had decided to do, and had not + thought to leave it with his mother. He wished now that he had done so, + for he was about to pass several hours in the company of a man whom he + knew nothing about. Still, the man had plenty of money of his own, or at + least he had said so, and was not likely therefore to be tempted to steal. + </p> + <p> + Fred took his place in bed, and looked over toward the stranger with some + uneasiness. + </p> + <p> + "Are you a good sleeper?" asked his companion carelessly. + </p> + <p> + "Yes," answered Fred. + </p> + <p> + "So am I. I don't feel sleepy just at present, but presume I shall within + twenty minutes. I hope I don't inconvenience you by sitting up." + </p> + <p> + "No," answered Fred slowly. + </p> + <p> + "I've got my book nearly finished—I began to read it on the train. + When do you expect to go back?" + </p> + <p> + "Monday morning," Fred answered. + </p> + <p> + "That's good! We will go and see the Falls together to-morrow. Ever seen + them?" + </p> + <p> + "No, sir; this is my first visit to Niagara." + </p> + <p> + "I have been here several times, so I know the ropes. I shall be glad to + show you just where to go. But pardon me. I see you are sleepy. I won't + say another word. Good night, and pleasant dreams!" + </p> + <p> + "Good night." + </p> + <p> + The stranger continued to read for twenty minutes. At any rate he appeared + to do so. Occasionally he glanced over toward Fred's bed. The train boy + meant to keep awake till his companion got ready to go to bed, but he was + naturally a good sleeper, and his eyes would close in spite of him; and + finally he gave up all hope of resistance, and yielded to the inevitable. + </p> + <p> + Soon his deep, regular breathing showed that he was unconscious of what + was passing around him. + </p> + <p> + The stranger rose, walked cautiously to the bed, and surveyed the sleeping + boy. + </p> + <p> + "How peacefully he sleeps!" he said. "He has nothing on his conscience. At + his age it was the same with me. I started right, but—circumstances + have been too much for me. There won't be much sleep for me to-night, for + the detectives are doubtless on my track. I must get rid of one damaging + piece of evidence." + </p> + <p> + He opened his valise, and, after searching a little, drew therefrom a + massive gold watch rather old-fashioned in appearance, attached to a solid + gold chain. Neither was new, and both had evidently been used for a + considerable number of years. + </p> + <p> + "I was a fool to take these," said the stranger. "They are more likely to + fasten suspicion on me than anything else. However, I have a good chance + now to get rid of them." + </p> + <p> + Fred had laid his newspaper parcel on a small table near his bed. The + other carefully untied the twine with which he had fastened it, and, + putting the watch and chain inside the shirt, he carefully wrapped it up + again, and tied it with the same cord. + </p> + <p> + "The boy will be considerably surprised he opens his bundle and discovers + these," he reflected, with a smile. "He will be a little puzzled to know + how they came there. Well, that is none of my business. Self-preservation + is the first law of nature, and it is important I should get rid of such + tell-tale clews." + </p> + <p> + This piece of business over, the stranger stretched himself and took off + his coat. He was proceeding to undress when a sudden thought deterred him. + </p> + <p> + "On the whole," he said to himself, "I will go to bed as I am. I may have + occasion for a sudden start. It is best to be on the safe side." + </p> + <p> + He laid his coat on the back of a chair, and putting out the gas, + stretched himself on the bed. He had not thought himself sleepy, but a + recumbent position brought on a drowsy feeling, and before he was well + aware of it he had sunk to sleep. But his slumber was not as sound or + restful as the train boy's. From time to time he uttered ejaculations, as + if he were terror-stricken, and once he waked up with a cold perspiration + on his brow. It took a minute for him to realize his position. + </p> + <p> + "What a fool I am!" he muttered in disgust. "I thought the police had + nabbed me, but all's safe so far. If I could only get a little more sleep—as + sound and peaceful as that boy is enjoying—I should wake revived in + the morning. There is no reason why I shouldn't. They can't have got on my + track so soon." + </p> + <p> + He closed his eyes, and succeeded in dispelling the uneasy feeling which + sprang from the consciousness of having exposed himself to the danger of + arrest. It was now three o'clock. In fifteen minutes he was sleeping + again, and this time his slumbers were less disturbed and uneasy. He awoke + suddenly to find the sun streaming into the room. + </p> + <p> + "It must be late!" he thought, a little nervously. + </p> + <p> + But on examining his watch he found that it was only six o'clock. + </p> + <p> + "I may as well get up," he said to himself. "I shall be safer on the + Canada side. I don't want to wake the boy, for he might be tempted to get + up with me. Besides, if he opened his bundle, the sight of the watch might + arouse his suspicions, and get me into trouble. Fortunately I did not + undress, and can be up and away in two minutes." + </p> + <p> + He put on his coat, and descended to the office. + </p> + <p> + "You are down early," said the clerk in some surprise. + </p> + <p> + "Yes. I want to see the Falls and take an early train West. How much is my + bill?" + </p> + <p> + He was told, and laid the money on the desk. + </p> + <p> + "The boy with you remains?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I suppose so. The boy is no acquaintance of mine. I only met him on + the train. There is something about that boy that excites my curiosity," + he added thoughtfully. + </p> + <p> + "Such as what?" asked the clerk, his curiosity aroused. + </p> + <p> + "He seems to have something on his mind. His sleep was very much + disturbed. He moved about a good deal, and muttered frequently, but I + could not make out any words." + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps he has run away from home," suggested the clerk. + </p> + <p> + The stranger shrugged his shoulders. + </p> + <p> + "He may have had good reasons for running away," he said. "However, that + is none of my business. I suppose you missed nothing during the night." + </p> + <p> + "No. Good morning." + </p> + <p> + The stranger went out, directing his steps toward the Falls. + </p> + <p> + An hour later a quiet-looking man entered the office. + </p> + <p> + "Good morning, Mr. Ferguson," said the clerk. "What brings you here so + early?" + </p> + <p> + "Business," answered the other briefly. "Did you have any late arrivals + last evening?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; two." + </p> + <p> + "Who were they?" + </p> + <p> + "A man and boy." + </p> + <p> + "Are they here still?" + </p> + <p> + "The boy is up-stairs. The man left at six o'clock. He wanted to see the + Falls before taking an early train. He said the boy seemed very nervous, + and had a troubled sleep." + </p> + <p> + The detective nodded. "I think he must be the party I want." + </p> + <p> + "Why, what has happened?" + </p> + <p> + "The house of a wealthy old gentleman in Elmira was entered yesterday + afternoon, and articles of value taken. I received a telegram this morning + which should have reached me last night, asking me to be on the watch for + any suspicious parties." + </p> + <p> + "And you think the boy committed the burglary?" asked the clerk in + excitement. + </p> + <p> + "It looks like it. With your permission I will go up-stairs and take a + look at him." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0011" id="link2HCH0011"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XI. — FRED FALLS UNDER A TERRIBLE SUSPICION. + </h2> + <p> + About ten minutes before the arrival of the detective Fred woke up. He + generally awoke earlier, but his long ride of the day before had fatigued + him more than usual. It was natural for him to glance over to the opposite + bed, occupied by his traveling companion. He was surprised to find it + empty. + </p> + <p> + "He must have got up early," thought Fred. "I wonder if he has gone for + good." + </p> + <p> + This seemed likely, for the stranger's valise had disappeared also. + </p> + <p> + "I wonder he didn't wake me up and bid me good-by," thought the train boy. + </p> + <p> + Then a momentary suspicion led him to search for the hundred dollars in + gold which he had carefully concealed in his inside vest pocket. If that + were taken, he would be in a quandary, for there would be little chance of + his being able to make up the loss to his friend, the Western miner. + </p> + <p> + He found, to his relief, that the gold had not been touched, and he + reproached himself for the injustice he had in his thoughts, done his late + room-mate. + </p> + <p> + "Well," soliloquized Fred, as he lazily got out of bed and drew on his + clothes, "I am not sorry to have the room alone. If I could have a friend + from home with me I should like it, but I don't care for the company of a + stranger." + </p> + <p> + Fred reflected that he had all the day to himself. He could hear the roar + of the famous cataract, which he had not yet seen on account of his late + arrival the night before, and he determined to go there immediately after + breakfast, or even before breakfast if he found that it was quite near. He + went to the window and looked out, but it was not in sight. + </p> + <p> + "I may as well put on a clean shirt," thought Fred, and he went to the + table to open the bundle which he had brought from Jersey City. He had + just unfastened the string when a quick, imperative knock was heard at the + door of his room. + </p> + <p> + "Come in!" said Fred, with some surprise. + </p> + <p> + He turned his face to the door, and his wonder increased as it opened and + he saw the clerk and a stranger standing on the threshold. They entered + the room and closed the door behind them. + </p> + <p> + "What is the matter?" asked the train boy. "Has anything happened?" + </p> + <p> + "When did your room-mate leave?" asked the detective, not answering his + question. + </p> + <p> + "I don't know; I only just woke up." + </p> + <p> + "Did you rest well?" + </p> + <p> + "That's a very queer question to ask me," thought Fred. "Yes," he + answered, "I rested very well." + </p> + <p> + The detective and the clerk exchanged glances. This statement did not + accord with what Fred's room-mate had said down-stairs. + </p> + <p> + "The bed was very comfortable," added Fred by way of compliment to the + house. + </p> + <p> + "I am glad you found it so," said the detective dryly. + </p> + <p> + "Did you come upstairs to ask how I rested?' asked Fred, with a smile. + </p> + <p> + "You are sharp, my young friend," said the detective, "and I think I may + say wonderfully cool under the circumstances." + </p> + <p> + "Under what circumstances?" asked Fred, his attention drawn to the last + part of the detective's speech. + </p> + <p> + "There was a burglary committed yesterday afternoon in Elmira," said the + detective, fastening his eyes keenly on the face of the train boy. + </p> + <p> + "Was there?" asked Fred, not seeing in what way this information was + likely to affect him. "I thought most burglaries were committed in the + night." + </p> + <p> + "They are, generally, but this was an exception. There was no one in the + house except old Mr. Carver, who is quite hard of hearing. The burglary + probably took place about five o'clock, and the burglar is supposed to + have taken the 5:51 train from Elmira." + </p> + <p> + "Why, that is the train I was on," said Fred in surprise. + </p> + <p> + "By a curious coincidence," said the detective with a queer smile, "it was + by your train that the burglar probably traveled." + </p> + <p> + His tone was so significant that Fred asked quickly, "What do you mean?" + </p> + <p> + "I mean, my young friend," said the detective, "that you are suspected to + know something of this affair." + </p> + <p> + "If you are a detective," retorted Fred, "I don think much of your + sharpness. I have never been in Elmira in my life." + </p> + <p> + "Probably not," said Ferguson, the detective, with a provoking smile. + </p> + <p> + "I passed through there yesterday on my way from New York. With that + exception, I never saw the place." + </p> + <p> + "That may be true," said the detective cautiously, "or it may not. I will + take the liberty of examining your luggage to see if I can find any of the + stolen articles." + </p> + <p> + "You are welcome to do it," said Fred. + </p> + <p> + "Bring it out then. Where have you put it—under the bed?" + </p> + <p> + "All the luggage I have is in this bundle," said the train boy. "You can + open that if you think it will do you any good." + </p> + <p> + "You are sure you have no valise?" + </p> + <p> + Ferguson, who, like most of his class, was suspicious, peeped under each + bed, but found nothing to reward his search. Somewhat disappointed, he + went to the table and opened the newspaper bundle. He did so listlessly, + not really expecting to find anything, but as he unrolled Fred's shirt + there was a triumphant look in his eyes when he uncovered the gold watch + and chain. + </p> + <p> + "Just as I thought," he said, with a nod to the clerk. + </p> + <p> + "What is that?' gasped Fred. + </p> + <p> + "It appears to be a watch and chain," answered Ferguson coolly. "Possibly + you can tell me how it came there." + </p> + <p> + "I know nothing about it," said Fred in dire amazement. + </p> + <p> + "You do not claim it as yours, then?" + </p> + <p> + "Certainly not. I never saw it before in my life." + </p> + <p> + "Is this shirt yours?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "You brought it with you?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "Let me open the watch. Do you see this inscription?" + </p> + <p> + Fred and the clerk approached, and on the inside of the case read the + name, "Philo Carver, Elmira, 1865." + </p> + <p> + "You see? This is one of the articles stolen from Mr. Carver's house + yesterday afternoon. It is a little odd that this young man in whose + bundle I find it cannot explain its presence." + </p> + <p> + "You may believe me or not," said Fred desperately, "but it is true all + the same. I know nothing of this watch or chain, and I never saw either + before. Can you tell me what other articles were taken by the burglar?" + </p> + <p> + "Some government bonds, and a small sum of bank bills." + </p> + <p> + "Then you had better search for them also here: I will help you all I + can." + </p> + <p> + "Well, you are a cool hand." + </p> + <p> + "No; I am innocent, that is all." + </p> + <p> + "It is pretty clear you have nothing else with you, or you wouldn't be so + willing. However, I consider it my duty to do as you suggest." + </p> + <p> + He hunted under the mattresses, and finally examined Fred's pockets. At + last he felt in the inside vest pocket and drew out the gold coins. + </p> + <p> + "Ha, we have something here!" he exclaimed. + </p> + <p> + "Yes," answered Fred, "but those happen to belong to me." + </p> + <p> + "Where did you get them?" + </p> + <p> + "From a friend in New York. He intrusted them to me to use if I needed. + Meanwhile I was to put them in the savings bank." + </p> + <p> + "Not a very likely story," said the detective suspiciously. + </p> + <p> + "Likely or not, it is a true story. Does this man Carver claim to have + lost any gold coins?" + </p> + <p> + "No." + </p> + <p> + "I thought not." + </p> + <p> + "However, we come back to the inquiry—where did you get the watch?" + </p> + <p> + "The man who slept in the room with me must have left it here to throw + suspicion on me," said Fred, with sudden inspiration. + </p> + <p> + "That is possible," said the clerk, who was favorably impressed by Fred's + manner. + </p> + <p> + "We must not jump at conclusions," said the detective warily. "I shall + feel justified in detaining the boy after what I have found." + </p> + <p> + "You won't take me to the station house?" said Fred nervously. + </p> + <p> + "No; it will answer the purpose if you are locked up in this room—for + the present." + </p> + <p> + "Then," said Fred, turning to the clerk, "I shall be much obliged if you + will send me up some breakfast." + </p> + <p> + "It shall be done." + </p> + <p> + Within half an hour Fred was discussing a beefsteak and fried potatoes + with hearty enjoyment. It takes a good deal to spoil the appetite of a + healthy boy of seventeen. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0012" id="link2HCH0012"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XII. — FRED AS A PRISONER. + </h2> + <p> + After breakfast Fred became restless. It was tantalizing to be so near the + Falls, and yet to be locked up, and prevented from seeing them. Of course + it would all come right in time, but it was hard to bear the suspense and + confinement. Hunting round the room he found a juvenile book, and sitting + down at the window read it. It helped to while away the time till twelve + o'clock. He had scarcely read the last page when he heard the key turning + in the lock outside. The door opened and two persons appeared at the + entrance. One was the clerk the other a boy, rather short, with a bright, + attractive face. + </p> + <p> + "I thought you might like company," said the clerk in a friendly manner. + "This is my young cousin, Frank Hamblin, who will remain with yon for a + while." + </p> + <p> + "I am glad to see you, Frank," said Fred offering his hand. "You are very + kind to come and see a bold, bad burglar." + </p> + <p> + "You don't look much like it," said Frank, laughing. "Still appearances + are deceitful." + </p> + <p> + "I don't think I look wicked," said Fred meditatively, as he glanced at + his reflection in a small mirror that hung over the washstand. "Yet it + appears that I have broken into a gentleman's house in Elmira, and stolen + a gold watch and chain and some government bonds." + </p> + <p> + "How could you do it?" asked Frank with much seriousness. "So young and + yet so wicked!" + </p> + <p> + "That's the question that puzzles me," said Fred. "How could I do it when + at the time the burglary was committed I was speeding over the Erie road + at the rate of thirty miles an hour?" + </p> + <p> + "Can you prove this?" asked Frank eagerly. + </p> + <p> + "Certainly I could, if the conductor or brakeman of my car were here." + </p> + <p> + "Where are they?" + </p> + <p> + "Probably on their way back to New York." + </p> + <p> + "Do you live there?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "I have always wanted to see the city of New York. It must be a gay + place." + </p> + <p> + "You are right there, Frank. Whenever you do come, just inquire for Fred + Fenton, and I will show you round. There is my address." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you! I should like it ever so much. Have you ever been here + before?" + </p> + <p> + "No. I wanted very much to see the Falls, but here I am locked up in a + hotel chamber. I wish the Falls were visible from the window." + </p> + <p> + "They are on the other side of the house." + </p> + <p> + "Do you know this detective—the one that searched me?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I have seen him. I heard him tell my cousin that he did not believe + you guilty, but that finding the watch and chain in your bundle was a + suspicious circumstance." + </p> + <p> + "I suppose it is. Now I can understand how innocent people get into + trouble. Do you live here?" + </p> + <p> + "No, I am only visiting some friends here. I live in Auburn." + </p> + <p> + "That's where the State's prison is, isn't it?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "Then I hope I shan't go to Auburn to live. Have you any idea how long I + shall have to stay here?" + </p> + <p> + "Till evening, I suppose. You will probably be brought before a justice in + the morning," was Frank's reply. + </p> + <p> + Fred sighed. + </p> + <p> + "How differently things have turned out from what I anticipated," he said. + "I expected to be walking round, and looking at the Falls to-day." + </p> + <p> + "Hold on a minute!" said Frank. "Mr. Ferguson boards here, and he may be + down-stairs now. I'll ask him if you can't go out under my charge if + you'll promise not to run away. + </p> + <p> + "I'll promise that fast enough. You can knock me down if I attempt to + escape." + </p> + <p> + "I am afraid I might find that difficult, as you are at least two inches + taller than I." + </p> + <p> + "I will be very gentle and submissive. I wouldn't be willing to run away + with such a suspicion hanging over me." + </p> + <p> + "Excuse me a minute! I'll do what I can for you." + </p> + <p> + Frank went to the door and attempted to open it, but it was locked on the + outside and resisted his efforts. + </p> + <p> + "I forgot," he said, laughing, "that I am a prisoner too. Really it makes + a fellow feel queer to be locked up." + </p> + <p> + "That's the way I feel. You can ring the bell, can't you?" + </p> + <p> + "A good thought!" + </p> + <p> + Frank rang the bell, and presently a hall boy opened the door about an + inch, and looked in. + </p> + <p> + "Is anything wanted?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "Is Mr. Ferguson down-stairs?" said Frank. + </p> + <p> + "He has just come in." + </p> + <p> + "Won't you ask him to step up here a minute?" + </p> + <p> + "All right, sir." + </p> + <p> + The door was relocked, but two minutes later it was opened and the + detective walked in. + </p> + <p> + "Ha!" he said. "So we have two burglars instead of one." + </p> + <p> + "I am just as much a burglar as Fred is," said Frank. + </p> + <p> + "Then," said the detective with a smile, "I may feel it my duty to search + you. You do have rather a hardened expression." + </p> + <p> + "Do you think I have?" asked Fred smiling. + </p> + <p> + "Well, no. I wouldn't pick you out for a professional criminal, and to be + honest with you, I doubt whether you know anything of the burglary." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you! I am glad you have a better opinion of me than that." + </p> + <p> + "But what is it you want of me, Frank?" + </p> + <p> + "I want Fred to have a chance to see the Falls. He has never been here + before, and it will be a great disappointment to him if he has to go away + without seeing them." + </p> + <p> + "To be sure, to be sure!" said the detective thoughtfully. + </p> + <p> + "I thought you might let him go out under my escort." + </p> + <p> + Mr. Ferguson smiled. + </p> + <p> + "What could you do if he took it into his head to escape?" + </p> + <p> + "You couldn't lend me a club, could you?" + </p> + <p> + "I don't carry any. That is for policemen, and I have never acted in that + capacity." + </p> + <p> + "But he won't run away, will you, Fred?" + </p> + <p> + "No, I prefer to stay here till I am cleared of suspicion." + </p> + <p> + "You see, Mr. Ferguson," said Frank, eagerly, "there will be no risk about + it. He can give you his <i>parole</i>—that's the word, isn't it?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; but this privilege is never accorded to those who are arrested for + burglary." + </p> + <p> + "It is certainly inconvenient to be a burglar," said Fred, smiling in + spite of his secret anxiety. + </p> + <p> + "Then you can't let him go?" questioned Frank, regretfully. + </p> + <p> + "Well, there is one way. I should not consider it safe to let him go with + you, but I might accompany you." + </p> + <p> + "That will be capital! You will, won't you?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I will," said Ferguson, after a momentary pause. "I have a boy of my + own about the age of—the young burglar—and that perhaps + inclines me to be more indulgent. But you must wait till after dinner." + </p> + <p> + "Will dinner be sent up here?" asked Frank. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, for him; but you are not staying at the house." + </p> + <p> + "I forgot; and I haven't got money enough to pay for a hotel dinner." + </p> + <p> + "That's all right, Frank," said Fred. "I invite you to dine with me, and + it shall be charged on my bill. I shall enjoy dinner better if I have + company." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you. I accept the invitation, but I don't like to be an expense to + you." + </p> + <p> + "Never mind." + </p> + <p> + Dinner was sent up in the course of half an hour, and the two boys enjoyed + it. + </p> + <p> + "Are you still attending school, Frank?" asked Fred. + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "I should like to, but poor boys like me have to work for a living." + </p> + <p> + "If you won't tell I will let you into a secret." + </p> + <p> + "What is it?" + </p> + <p> + "I am writing a long story. I want to be an author some time. I've written + twenty chapters already." + </p> + <p> + "You must be smart," said Fred in surprise. "Why, I couldn't write as much + in a whole year." + </p> + <p> + "Of course I can't tell whether it is good for anything, but some time I + mean to write well." + </p> + <p> + "Well, Frank, I wish you success, I am sure. Some day I may be proud to + know you." + </p> + <p> + "Now I might write a story about you, and call it 'The Boy Burglar.'" + </p> + <p> + "Don't! I have no wish to figure in that character." + </p> + <p> + Half an hour later the door opened, and the detective entered, dressed for + a walk. + </p> + <p> + "Now, if you two burglars are ready," he said, "we will take a stroll." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0013" id="link2HCH0013"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIII. — THE HOTEL CLERK'S MISTAKE. + </h2> + <p> + "What was the name of your room-mate, Fred?" asked Frank Hamblin, as they + went down-stairs. + </p> + <p> + "I didn't notice. He registered before me." + </p> + <p> + "Suppose we look and see. It may be well to know." + </p> + <p> + They opened the hotel register, and saw written in a bold, free hand: + </p> + <h3> + "F. GRANT PALMER, CHICAGO." + </h3> + <p> + "It may be another Fred," suggested Frank. + </p> + <p> + "Or Frank. Either name would do for a burglar," said Mr. Ferguson, + smiling. "But it is hardly consistent with professional etiquette to joke + on such a subject. I will endeavor to forget while we are walking together + that one of the party is an offender against the laws, or under suspicion + as such." + </p> + <p> + "I want to forget it myself," said Fred, "or it will spoil my enjoyment of + Niagara." + </p> + <p> + "I wonder where Mr. F. Grant Palmer is now," said Frank. "I feel sure he + is the real burglar." + </p> + <p> + "Then he has probably gone over into Canada," returned Fred. "It is + unlucky for me that he left the watch and chain, but lucky for Mr. Carver, + who will now recover them." + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile let us follow Mr. Palmer, whose movements are of interest to us + in connection with the suspicion he has managed to throw on Fred. When he + left the Lynch House he proposed, as a measure of safety, to go over to + the Canada side, and indeed he did so. He made his way to the Clifton + House, and registered there, depositing his valise at the office while he + went in to breakfast. + </p> + <p> + "We have no room at present," said the clerk, politely, "but by the middle + of the forenoon we shall undoubtedly have a few vacancies. Will that + answer?" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, yes," said Palmer easily. "I am in no special hurry for a room, but + will take breakfast and go out for a walk." + </p> + <p> + It did occur to Mr. Palmer that the valise, containing as it did the bonds + stolen from Mr. Carver in Elmira, should be carefully guarded. However, it + would surely be as safe in the care of the hotel clerk of the Clifton as + in any hotel room, and probably even safer. So he ate breakfast with an + easy mind, and then, purchasing a cigar, took a walk along the road which + presents the best views of the Falls. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Palmer felt very complacent. + </p> + <p> + "It is a blessing to gentlemen in my profession," he soliloquized, "that + Canada is so conveniently near. Here the minions of the law cannot touch + us for any little indiscretion committed under the stars and stripes. I + hear people talking of annexing Canada to the States, but to that I am + unalterably opposed. I should have to retire from business, and I am not + able to do that at present." + </p> + <p> + He was standing at a convenient point surveying the Falls, when he felt a + light touch on his shoulder. Such was the force of habit that Mr. Palmer + started violently, and turned round nervously. + </p> + <p> + It was a stout man with a smiling face that confronted him. + </p> + <p> + "Ha, Palmer!" said the new arrival. "Did you mistake me for——" + </p> + <p> + "How are you, Wellington? I am glad to see you." + </p> + <p> + "Instead of——" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, pshaw! A man naturally starts when he is tapped on the shoulder + unexpectedly." + </p> + <p> + "I see. You were admiring the Falls." + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "There is a good deal of romance in your composition, my dear Palmer," + said his friend banteringly. "Anything new?" + </p> + <p> + "Well, yes," said Palmer, glancing around him cautiously. + </p> + <p> + "Made a strike, eh?" + </p> + <p> + "Well, something of the sort." + </p> + <p> + "What is it?" + </p> + <p> + "I managed to have a stroke of luck at Elmira, yesterday afternoon." + </p> + <p> + "How much did you get away with?" + </p> + <p> + "Hush! don't speak so plainly. Suppose any one should hear you?" + </p> + <p> + "My dear fellow, there is no one within two hundred yards." + </p> + <p> + "Well, there must be five thousand dollars in bonds and money." + </p> + <p> + "Very neat, upon my word! You are in luck!" + </p> + <p> + "How about you?" + </p> + <p> + "I made a small raise at Buffalo—a paltry three hundred dollars' + worth. It was hardly worth the trouble of taking. Still, a man must live." + </p> + <p> + "To be sure!" + </p> + <p> + "Now with what you picked up you can live a year or two in comfort. Upon + my soul, I envy you. Are you suspected?" + </p> + <p> + "I have managed to divert suspicion, I think;" and Palmer told his friend + the story of his secreting the gold watch and chain in Fred's luggage. + </p> + <p> + "Very shrewd!" said his friend approvingly. "Palmer, you are a credit to + our profession. I shall be content to take lessons of you." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, you are only joking," said Palmer, his expression showing, however, + that he felt proud of the compliment. + </p> + <p> + They took a long and leisurely walk together, talking over their mutual + experiences. They had known each other for ten years, having been fellow + boarders together as far back as that at Sing Sing, since then neither had + been caught, though both had been engaged in violating the laws. Their + similar professions had given them a common bond of sympathy, and they + found so much satisfaction in each other's company that the time slipped + by insensibly, and it was half-past twelve before they found their way + back to the Clifton. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Palmer stepped up to the desk. + </p> + <p> + "Have you a room for me yet?" he inquired. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir; I can give you No. 67. Here, front!" + </p> + <p> + A hall boy answered the summons. + </p> + <p> + "Take the gentleman up to 67," said the clerk. + </p> + <p> + "Any luggage, sir?" + </p> + <p> + "You may hand me my valise, if you please." + </p> + <p> + "Beg pardon; here it is." + </p> + <p> + "Come up with me, Wellington. We'll continue our talk up stairs." + </p> + <p> + Palmer merely glanced at the valise, and continued talking with his + friend. The hall boy unlocked the door of No. 67 and led the way inside. + </p> + <p> + It was a pleasant room, and Palmer looked about him approvingly. + </p> + <p> + "I shall be very comfortable here," he said. + </p> + <p> + "Is everything right?" asked the hall boy, lingering. + </p> + <p> + Palmer smiled, drew a quarter from his pocket and put it into the ready + hand of the young man. + </p> + <p> + "You take American coins, don't you?" he asked with a smile. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, dear, yes, sir. Thank you!" + </p> + <p> + "That is all for the present. If I want anything I will ring." + </p> + <p> + Wellington scanned the valise with an eye of interest. + </p> + <p> + "So that holds the swag, does it?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "My dear friend, don't use such vulgar terms!" said Palmer reproachfully. + "It's not only inelegant, but it's imprudent. Suppose anybody heard you?" + </p> + <p> + "Your reproof is just, Palmer. I am rather a blunderer, I admit. I see you + are traveling under a false name." + </p> + <p> + "What do you mean?" + </p> + <p> + Wellington pointed to a small card attached to the valise. It bore the + name of Edmund Lawrence. + </p> + <p> + When Palmer's glance fell on this card, a quick glance of dismay swept + over his face. + </p> + <p> + "That isn't my valise!" he said. + </p> + <p> + "Not your valise!" + </p> + <p> + "No. The clerk has made a mistake. I must see him at once!" continued + Palmer, in an agitated voice. "He may have given my valise to this man + Lawrence, and in that case I am ruined. Stay here till I return." + </p> + <p> + Palmer seized the satchel, opened the door, and descended to the office in + breathless haste. As he dashed up to the desk the clerk eyed him in mild + surprise. + </p> + <p> + "What is the matter?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "Matter enough! You have given me the wrong valise." + </p> + <p> + "Is it possible?" + </p> + <p> + "See here; this belongs to a party named Lawrence—Edmund Lawrence. + Give me mine at once." + </p> + <p> + The clerk looked troubled. + </p> + <p> + "I am afraid I can't," he faltered apologetically. "I gave Mr. Lawrence + your valise—you will observe that they are very much alike—and + he carried it away two hours since." + </p> + <p> + Palmer felt ready to drop. To think that after all his careful planning + everything should be jeopardized by a hotel clerk's error. + </p> + <p> + "Do you know what you have done?" he said, in a hollow voice. "My valise + contained two thousand dollars' worth of securities." + </p> + <p> + "I am terribly sorry, Mr. Palmer, but I don't think you will suffer any + loss. This Mr. Lawrence looks like a high-toned gentleman. You can see him + within an hour. He went from here to the International Hotel on the + American side of the Falls. I advise you to go over at once, take his bag + with you, and exchange." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0014" id="link2HCH0014"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIV. — THE MISSING VALISE. + </h2> + <p> + That he was imprudent in trusting himself on the American side Mr. Grant + Palmer was well aware, but he felt that he was in danger of losing the + entire proceeds of his skilful burglary, and to this he could not make up + his mind. Besides the danger was not very great. Why should any one + suppose that an ordinary valise contained stolen property? There was + nothing remarkable about the appearance of his hand-bag. Hundreds of them + are carried every day. If it were opened by a dishonest person, of course + it would be doubtful if he ever got it back, but the clerk at the Clifton + had said that this Mr. Lawrence seemed like a high-toned gentleman, who + would of course scorn to avail himself of property not his own. + </p> + <p> + "Risk or no risk!" decided Palmer, "I must go over and reclaim my + property." + </p> + <p> + Leaving him to cross to the American side, we will follow Mr. Lawrence, + who, not at all suspecting that the valise he had received from the clerk + was not his own, repaired to the International Hotel and engaged one of + the best rooms in the house, for he was a man of ample means. He laid his + valise on the bed and went down-stairs. Later in the day he went out to + take his customary walk. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile Fred and his two companions walked about in a leisurely manner, + surveying the Falls from different points, and finally went to Goat + Island. Here they sat down on a bench and surrendered themselves to the + fascinations of the scene. + </p> + <p> + "Well, what do you think of Niagara, Fred?" asked Frank. + </p> + <p> + "It is even finer than I had supposed," replied the train boy. + </p> + <p> + "Some people are disappointed," said Mr. Ferguson, "because they expect + too much. The Falls of Montmorency are considerably higher but not nearly + as wide. There are some cascades in the Yosemite Valley of over a thousand + feet descent, but they are only a few feet wide. For grandeur Niagara + excels them all." + </p> + <p> + "I shouldn't like to be swept over the Falls," said Fred. + </p> + <p> + "It must be terrible!" said Frank, with a shudder. + </p> + <p> + "The reality is worse than any picture drawn by the imagination. Ten years + since it happened to me to see a poor wretch drawn down to destruction + over the cataract." + </p> + <p> + The boys looked eager for the story, and he proceeded. + </p> + <p> + "I may state," continued the detective, "that I was indirectly the cause + of the tragedy. A defaulting bank cashier had got as far as this point on + his way to Canada, which as now was a haven of refuge to gentlemen of his + character. I was close upon his track, and he was in imminent danger of + capture. There seemed to be only one way of escape—crossing the + river above the Falls. By some means he obtained a row-boat, and being a + fair rower set out on his dangerous trip, exulting in having outwitted me + and made his escape. I remember very well how he stood up in the boat, and + with a smile on his face waved me a mock adieu, as he impelled the little + craft out toward the middle of the river. + </p> + <p> + "He was a strong, sturdy rower, but he had no conception of the strength + and rapidity of the current. He battled manfully, but the boat immediately + began to tend towards the cataract with continually increasing rapidity. + At length he came to realize the fate that certainly awaited him. His + smile was succeeded by a look of despair. I can see even now the + expression of terror and desperation, formed upon the poor fellow's face + when he saw that, struggle as he might, there was no help or deliverance, + I am sure at that time he would have welcomed me as a friend and savior, + and gone with me willingly to prison, if only he could have been rescued + from the impending doom. Still, however, he plied the oars with desperate + vigor and would not resign himself to his fate. I was painfully excited, + and in the poor fellow's peril quite forgot that he was a criminal of whom + I was in pursuit. The end came speedily. When six feet from the edge of + the cataract, he dropped his oars, threw up his hands, and an instant + later boat and man were swept down into the gulf below." + </p> + <p> + "Was his body ever found?" asked Fred. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, but it was so mangled as to be almost beyond recognition. Many a + time when looking at the Falls I have pictured to myself the unhappy + victim of that day's tragedy." + </p> + <p> + "I suppose," said Frank, "it is impossible to go over the cataract and + live." + </p> + <p> + "Not if all stories are to be believed. There is a boy in the village here + who is said to have gone over the Falls, and yet he does not seem to have + suffered any injury. The same story is told of a cat, but cats are noted + for having nine lives, and therefore the story is not so surprising." + </p> + <p> + After a little more chat the three left the island and returned to the + mainland. They had hardly reached it when a telegraph boy approached Mr. + Ferguson and handed him a despatch. + </p> + <p> + He opened it and read as follows: + </p> + <h3> + ELMIRA, SUNDAY. + </h3> + <p> + My nephew, Edmund Lawrence, is at Niagara. Communicate with him. + </p> + <h3> + PHILO CARVER. + </h3> + <p> + "This is your business," said the detective, handing the telegram to Fred. + </p> + <p> + "Let us try to find Mr. Lawrence," said Fred, after reading it. + </p> + <p> + "It will be the best way. Mr. Carver does not mention at what hotel his + nephew is staying." + </p> + <p> + "Probably he does not know." + </p> + <p> + "Undoubtedly you are right." + </p> + <p> + "What will you do?" + </p> + <p> + "There is only one thing to do to call at the principal hotels, and look + over the registers. We will go first to the International." + </p> + <p> + "Very well, sir." + </p> + <p> + Ferguson scanned Fred with a smile. + </p> + <p> + "You certainly don't act like one under suspicion," he said. + </p> + <p> + Fred smiled in return. "I find it hard to realize that I am a suspected + burglar," he responded. + </p> + <p> + "So do I. Let us hope that you will very soon be cleared from suspicion." + </p> + <p> + The detective and the two boys turned their steps towards the spacious and + attractive International. + </p> + <p> + "It seems a little ahead of the Lynch House," said Fred, "but probably the + prices at the latter suit my pocketbook better." + </p> + <p> + They stepped on the piazza, and went into the office. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Ferguson opened the hotel register, and among the recent entries found + the name of Edmund Lawrence. + </p> + <p> + "Is Mr. Lawrence in?" he asked the clerk. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir; he came in from a walk five minutes since." + </p> + <p> + "I will send up my card." + </p> + <p> + The detective wrote on a blank card: + </p> + <h3> + OSCAR FERGUSON, + </h3> + <h3> + DETECTIVE. + </h3> + <p> + Important. + </p> + <p> + This was handed to a hall boy, who took it up to Mr. Lawrence's room, and + returned with a message that the gentleman was to come up at once. + </p> + <p> + "I think you will have to go with me," said Ferguson to Fred. "It won't do + for me to give you a chance to escape." + </p> + <p> + "That is the last thing I have in mind," said the train-boy; "but I shall + be glad to see Mr. Lawrence." + </p> + <p> + Edmund Lawrence, a pleasant-looking man of middle age, looked somewhat + surprised when turning his eyes toward the door, he saw Ferguson enter, + followed by two boys. + </p> + <p> + "You wish to see me on important business?" he said interrogatively. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + "And you are a detective?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + "I hope that I have not fallen under any suspicion." + </p> + <p> + "Not at all. Have you heard that your uncle—Philo Carver, of Elmira—has + been the victim of a burglary?" + </p> + <p> + "No! Tell me about it." + </p> + <p> + The detective told the story, and Mr. Lawrence listened with great + interest. + </p> + <p> + "Is any one suspected?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "A party has been arrested on suspicion," answered the detective. + </p> + <p> + "Indeed! who is it?" + </p> + <p> + "This boy!" answered Ferguson, pointing to Fred. + </p> + <p> + "Impossible!" ejaculated Lawrence, eying Fred with incredulous amazement. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0015" id="link2HCH0015"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XV. — MR. PALMER WALKS INTO A TRAP. + </h2> + <p> + "Nevertheless it is true. I arrested him at the Lynch House this morning," + affirmed the detective. + </p> + <p> + "Do you believe him guilty?" asked Mr. Lawrence, noting with perplexity + Fred's open countenance and tranquil manner. + </p> + <p> + "No. Still, circumstances are against him." + </p> + <p> + "Please explain." + </p> + <p> + "I found your uncle's gold watch and chain in his bundle?" + </p> + <p> + "Is it possible?" + </p> + <p> + "It is quite true, Mr. Lawrence," said Fred calmly. "Mr. Ferguson will + allow me to say that I was as much surprised as he to find them. The + bundle was a small one and only contained a shirt and collar which I + bought at Jersey City yesterday morning. I can only say that the watch was + not in the bundle then." + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps," said Lawrence, who was favorably impressed by Fred's openness, + "you have some theory as to the manner in which the watch got into your + bag." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir, I have. I had for a room-mate a stranger—a man whom I + only met last evening after the train arrived. We fell in with each other + the way to the hotel. We were obliged to room together on account of there + being but one room vacant at the hotel." + </p> + <p> + "What was the man's appearance?" + </p> + <p> + "He was rather tall, thin, and dark complexioned. Though it was late he + did not go to bed at once, but sat up for a while finishing a book in + which he was interested. When I awoke in the morning he was gone." + </p> + <p> + "You think he was the real burglar?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + "What is your reason?" + </p> + <p> + "Because it must have been he that put the watch and chain in my bundle." + </p> + <p> + "With a view of diverting suspicion from himself?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + "One question more. When were you in Elmira, last?" + </p> + <p> + "I was never in Elmira at all," said Fred promptly. "I have never been so + far West before." + </p> + <p> + "What was your object in making your present journey?" + </p> + <p> + "I came to make money," answered Fred, smiling. + </p> + <p> + "That answer may go against you," said the detective. + </p> + <p> + "Not when I explain that I am the train boy. I have usually made short + runs, but yesterday morning the superintendent told me I was to go to + Niagara, and gave me permission to stay over Sunday to have a chance to + see the Falls. I began to think I would not see them, after all, but Mr. + Ferguson was kind enough to walk out with me, and let me have a view of + them." + </p> + <p> + "Is this boy also a train boy?" asked Lawrence, indicating Frank Hamblin. + </p> + <p> + "No; he is related to the clerk of the Lynch House, and was kind enough to + come up to my room and keep me company." + </p> + <p> + "Who has the watch?" asked Lawrence, after a pause. "I have," answered the + detective, producing it. Lawrence took it from his hand. + </p> + <p> + "It is my uncle's watch, sure enough," he said. "I remember it a dozen + years since. He sent to Europe for it." + </p> + <p> + "His name is in it," said Ferguson. "But for that I might not have + recognized it as one of the articles lost." + </p> + <p> + "Do you know what was taken besides?" + </p> + <p> + "Money and securities, I am informed, but to what value I have not + learned." + </p> + <p> + "You think the boy's room-mate has them in his possession?" + </p> + <p> + "There seems to be little doubt of it." + </p> + <p> + "Where do you think he is?" + </p> + <p> + "On the Canada side, no doubt." + </p> + <p> + "He went there this morning?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "I was myself at the Clifton House this morning, and I now remember the + arrival of a man presenting the appearance of this young fellow's + room-mate. He is probably still at the Clifton House." + </p> + <p> + "Then he is beyond my jurisdiction," said Ferguson. + </p> + <p> + "Do you remember what luggage he had?" asked Lawrence, turning to Fred. + </p> + <p> + "He had a small valise, about the size of this," said Fred, his eyes + resting on the satchel which Lawrence had brought from the Clifton, and + thrown down carelessly. "Why," continued Fred, in excitement, "this is his + valise. I recognize it by a dark spot on the side." + </p> + <p> + "What do you mean?" said Lawrence sharply. "This is my valise." + </p> + <p> + He took it in his hand, and uttered an ejaculation. + </p> + <p> + "The boy is right! This is not my valise." + </p> + <p> + "Do you mean to say this valise belongs to the man who roomed with you + last night?" demanded die detective. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I feel sure of it." + </p> + <p> + "Then—good Heavens!—it no doubt contains the property stolen + from my uncle. Mr. Ferguson, shall we be justified in opening it?" + </p> + <p> + "I will take the responsibility," said the detective. + </p> + <p> + He took from his pocket a bent wire, and dexterously inserting it in the + lock opened the valise. + </p> + <p> + All gathered eagerly about it, anxious to ascertain whether their + suspicions were correct. + </p> + <p> + There were a few articles of underwear, which the detective took out + hastily and laid upon the bed. + </p> + <p> + "Ha, here we have it!" he exclaimed triumphantly as he drew out two long + envelopes, such as are employed for bonds and securities. "I will take the + liberty to open them." + </p> + <p> + One envelope proved to contain two one thousand dollar railroad bonds. The + other contained two U. S. Government bonds of five hundred dollars each, + and miscellaneous securities all together amounting to three thousand + dollars more. + </p> + <p> + "A very clever capture on my word!" said Ferguson. "Really, Mr. Lawrence, + you have beaten me in my own line." + </p> + <p> + "I am entitled to no credit. It belongs to the boy who identified the + valise. I assure you the wrong bag was given me at the Clifton most + fortunately. I am content to lose the few articles which my own contained + for the sake of recovering my uncle's property. It really seems like an + interposition of Providence." + </p> + <p> + "I suspect the thief will feel very ill-satisfied with the exchange. I + wonder what he will do about it." + </p> + <p> + There was little chance for speculation on this point. There was a knock + at the door, and a hall boy put in his head. + </p> + <p> + "There is a gentleman below who wishes to see you, Mr. Lawrence," he said. + "Here is his card." + </p> + <p> + Mr. Lawrence took from his hand a card on which had been written the name + </p> + <h3> + F. GRANT PALMER. + </h3> + <p> + "That is the man, Mr. Lawrence," exclaimed Fred in excitement. "He has + come for his valise." + </p> + <p> + "Bring Mr. Palmer up in about five minutes," said Lawrence; "not sooner." + </p> + <p> + "All right, sir!" + </p> + <p> + "Now let us repack the valise," said the detective. "I always carry a + large bunch of keys with me, and shall probably find one that will relock + it." + </p> + <p> + The shirts, socks, and other articles which had been taken from the bag + were carefully replaced, and Ferguson, as he had thought probable, found a + key which fitted the lock. Then the valise was laid carefully on the sofa. + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Palmer must not see us, and particularly the train-boy," said the + detective, "or he will think something is up. Where can you conceal us?" + </p> + <p> + "There is a bedroom attached to the apartment," said Lawrence. "Go in + there, all of you, and remain till I call you. You can leave the door + ajar, as you will probably be curious to hear what goes on between us." + </p> + <p> + "Capital! Couldn't be better!" + </p> + <p> + Ferguson, followed by the two boys, entered the smaller room, and waited + impatiently for the entrance of Palmer. + </p> + <p> + A knock was heard. + </p> + <p> + "Come in!" Lawrence called out lazily. + </p> + <p> + The door opened, and F. Grant Palmer entered, carrying in his hand a + valise which seemed to be a fac-simile of the one lying on the sofa. + Palmer's quick eye caught sight of it as he entered the room. + </p> + <p> + "Pardon me for my intrusion!" he said suavely, "but I believe we exchanged + valises—at the Clifton—this morning." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0016" id="link2HCH0016"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVI. — PALMER'S MALICE. + </h2> + <p> + "Indeed!" said Lawrence, in assumed surprise. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, mine was left with the clerk." + </p> + <p> + "And mine also." + </p> + <p> + "And he doubtless made a mistake in delivering them. Upon my word I am not + surprised, as they certainly are very much alike." + </p> + <p> + "So they are!" said Lawrence, taking the valise from Palmer's hand. "And + here is your name too." + </p> + <p> + "It is quite a joke, ha, ha!" laughed Palmer, his spirits rising as he saw + that there would be no difficulty in effecting the exchange. "I suppose I + may take mine?" + </p> + <p> + "You are quite sure it is yours? Pardon my asking, but you are a stranger + to me." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, it's all right! You see this spot on my valise. Outside of that, + there is really no difference." + </p> + <p> + "You are willing to swear that valise I brought over from the Clifton is + yours?" + </p> + <p> + "Why, of course!" returned Palmer in surprise. "How can there be a doubt + after what I have said?" + </p> + <p> + "You will pardon my caution. It certainly does seem like it, but I don't + want to run any risk of giving it to the wrong party." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, that's all right!" said Palmer impatiently, setting down Lawrence in + his own mind as a crank. + </p> + <p> + "Probably you have the key that opens it." + </p> + <p> + "Certainly." + </p> + <p> + "Then do you mind opening it, and satisfying yourself and me that it + really belongs to you?" + </p> + <p> + "Surely not," said Palmer, really glad of an opportunity of satisfying + himself that the bonds were safe. + </p> + <p> + He drew from his pocket a bunch of keys, and carefully selecting one + inserted it in the lock of the valise. It opened at once, and Palmer + eagerly scanned the contents. The under-clothing had been carefully + replaced, and he did not discover that it had been disturbed, but when he + lifted it to look for the envelopes containing the bonds, his face + underwent a change. + </p> + <p> + "What is the matter?" inquired Lawrence, calmly. + </p> + <p> + "That valise has been opened," said Palmer, angrily. + </p> + <p> + "What makes you think so?" + </p> + <p> + "The most valuable contents have been removed. I hold you accountable for + this, Mr. Lawrence," continued Palmer, fiercely. + </p> + <p> + "Please be a little more explicit. What is it that you miss?" + </p> + <p> + "Two envelopes, containing valuable bonds." + </p> + <p> + "This is a serious charge. Are you sure they were in the valise?" + </p> + <p> + "Of course I am. I put them there myself, and when I opened the valise + this morning they were there." + </p> + <p> + "Wasn't it rash in you to leave articles of such value in your valise? Can + you name any of the bonds?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; there were two Erie mortgage bonds of a thousand dollars each, two + government bonds of five hundred dollars each, some bank bills, and + miscellaneous securities." + </p> + <p> + "You don't mean it? And you placed them there?" + </p> + <p> + "I did, and I am willing to swear to the statement. I demand of you, sir, + where they are." + </p> + <p> + Mr. Lawrence rose from his seat, and on pretense of examining the contents + of the open valise, managed to get in between Palmer and the door. + </p> + <p> + "A man in my employ had charge of the valise for a short time," he said. + "He may have opened it." + </p> + <p> + "Where is he? He must be arrested before he can get away," said Palmer in + excitement. + </p> + <p> + "Ferguson!" called Mr. Lawrence. + </p> + <p> + The detective, who had of course heard all that had passed, stepped out + from the inner room. He assumed the tone of a servant. + </p> + <p> + "Did you call, sir?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "I am at your service." + </p> + <p> + "This gentleman here claims the valise as his property. He says that some + bonds have been abstracted from it. Am I right?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes," assented Palmer, with a fierce glance at the detective. + </p> + <p> + "He charges me with having opened the valise, and taken them." + </p> + <p> + "What does he say to that?" demanded Palmer in excitement. + </p> + <p> + "It is true," said Ferguson, calmly. + </p> + <p> + "You hear?" said Palmer. "Give me back those bonds, you scoundrel, and I + may let you go free. Otherwise I will have you arrested, and you can guess + what will follow. Don't let the fellow escape!" he added quickly, as the + detective edged towards the door. + </p> + <p> + Lawrence upon this went to the door and locked it. + </p> + <p> + "What have you to say for yourself?" he demanded, turning to Ferguson. + </p> + <p> + "Only that I am a detective, and that I am specially deputed to search for + and recover the bonds stolen from Philo Carver of Elmira, yesterday + afternoon. I have reason to think I have found them." + </p> + <p> + "Duped!" exclaimed Palmer, sinking into a chair in dismay. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, Mr. Palmer, it looks like it. There is one article missing, a gold + watch and chain." + </p> + <p> + "I don't know anything about them." + </p> + <p> + "We may find some one who does. Fred!" + </p> + <p> + At the summons the train boy stepped out from the inner room, followed by + Frank Hamblin. + </p> + <p> + At sight of his late room-mate Palmer first showed surprise, and then + anger. + </p> + <p> + "Did you put up this job on me?" he asked fiercely. + </p> + <p> + "It seems that you put up a job on me," said Fred, quietly. "The watch was + found in my bundle." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, that was to be your share," answered Palmer maliciously. "Gentlemen, + I suppose I shall have to surrender at discretion, but I am not the only + guilty party. That boy is my confederate!" + </p> + <p> + "It is an outrageous falsehood!" burst out Fred indignantly. + </p> + <p> + "It is of no use your denying it. I am convinced that you have betrayed + me, and I will have no mercy on you. Gentlemen, arrest me if you think + best, but arrest him too. He is just as guilty as I am." + </p> + <p> + "You assert that he is your confederate?" said Lawrence. + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "How long have you known him?" + </p> + <p> + "Ever since he was born. His mother was a cousin of mine," Palmer asserted + unblushingly. + </p> + <p> + "Do you believe this, Mr. Ferguson?" asked Fred, quite overwhelmed. "I + never saw this man till last evening." + </p> + <p> + "If he is your cousin, what is his name?" asked the detective, not + answering Fred's appeal. + </p> + <p> + "Fred Fenton," said Palmer coolly. + </p> + <p> + "He has got my name right, but he saw it in the hotel register," said + Fred. + </p> + <p> + "I presume you are right," said Ferguson. + </p> + <p> + "You seem interested in my young cousin," said Palmer with a malicious + sneer. + </p> + <p> + "Do you mean to say that he was with you in Elmira?" asked Lawrence. + </p> + <p> + "Yes; he stood outside to warn me if any one came along, who was likely to + interfere with me." + </p> + <p> + "And you both took the train for Niagara after the burglary was effected?" + </p> + <p> + "Exactly." + </p> + <p> + Lawrence was staggered by the positive assertions of the culprit. It must + be considered that he was not acquainted with Fred, who, so far as he + knew, might be an artful young adventurer. + </p> + <p> + "Why didn't you take the boy over to the Canada side with you?" + </p> + <p> + "It was understood that he was to come over later in the day. We passed + for strangers at the Lynch House, and I thought it might excite suspicion + if we both went away together at so early an hour in the morning." + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Palmer," said Fred warmly, "you know perfectly well that all these + statements are false, and that I never met you or had anything to do with + you till last evening." + </p> + <p> + "It won't do, Fred!" said the burglar. "You and I are in the same boat. + You are a boy, and will probably get a lighter sentence than I. But you + shouldn't go back on your old pal like this." + </p> + <p> + "Do you believe that man, Mr. Ferguson?" asked Fred with a troubled look. + </p> + <p> + "No, but I shall be obliged to hold you till I produce him in court + to-morrow." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0017" id="link2HCH0017"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVII. — TWO YOUNG LADY PASSENGERS AT ODDS. + </h2> + <p> + Ferguson produced a pair of handcuffs and pinioned the wrists of his + captive. Palmer protested against the humiliation, but Ferguson said + quietly: "You are too important a prisoner for me to run any risk." + </p> + <p> + "Are you going to handcuff <i>him?</i>" asked the burglar, indicating + Fred. + </p> + <p> + "No." + </p> + <p> + "Why not? Why should you treat him better than me?" + </p> + <p> + "I don't think he is guilty; but even if he is I am not afraid of his + running away." + </p> + <p> + "You are deceived in him. He looks innocent enough, but he has been + concerned in a dozen burglaries." + </p> + <p> + "I hear considerable news about myself," said Fred, "but the truth will + come out at last." + </p> + <p> + As the party passed through the streets they naturally attracted + considerable attention. Though a criminal, Palmer had for years evaded + arrest, and he felt mortified at the position in which he was placed. He + reflected bitterly that but for the mistake of the hotel clerk, he might + be at ease with his booty on the Canada side. As it was, things seemed to + have worked steadily against him, notwithstanding his clever schemes. A + long term of imprisonment stared him in the face, instead of a couple of + years of luxury on which he had counted. If he could only involve Fred in + his own misfortune it would be partial satisfaction. To effect this he was + prepared to swear to anything and everything. + </p> + <p> + Fred, though only nominally a prisoner, felt very uncomfortable. He was + saved from the disgrace of being handcuffed, and was consoled by knowing + that not even the detective believed him guilty of any connection with the + burglary. Still he was not his own master, to come and go as he pleased, + and it was not certain that he would be able to go back to New York the + next day as he had planned. Circumstances thus far had worked against him, + but there was to be a turn in the tide. As they walked through the streets + on the way to the station house, where Palmer was to be locked up for + safekeeping, they met a man whose dress showed him to be an employee of + the Erie road. + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Ferguson," said Fred eagerly, "that is the conductor of one of my + trains. He will tell you that I am the train-boy." + </p> + <p> + The conductor had just discovered and recognized Fred. + </p> + <p> + "You are staying over, like me," he said. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I have permission." + </p> + <p> + "And so have I. I have a brother living here, and got two days off. Where + are you stopping?" + </p> + <p> + "At the Lynch House. Will you tell this gentleman that I am an Erie train + boy?" + </p> + <p> + "Certainly; but why is that necessary?" asked the conductor in surprise. + </p> + <p> + "I will tell you later. Mr. Ferguson, have you any questions to ask?" + </p> + <p> + "Was this boy on your train yesterday?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "Did he get on at Elmira?" + </p> + <p> + "Certainly not. He came all the way from New York." + </p> + <p> + "It is false!" said Palmer. + </p> + <p> + "What does he mean, Fred?" asked the conductor. + </p> + <p> + "He committed a burglary at Elmira yesterday afternoon, and is trying to + make out that I was connected with it." + </p> + <p> + "There he tells a falsehood," said the conductor bluntly. "I saw you on + the train through the entire journey." + </p> + <p> + "A very good alibi, Fred," said the detective. "Mr. Lawrence, after this + testimony it is hardly necessary for me to hold the boy. Are you satisfied + that I should let him go free?" + </p> + <p> + "Entirely so. I felt from the first that he was innocent." + </p> + <p> + "Then, Fred, you may consider yourself at liberty to go where you please. + I am as glad as you are that you are freed from suspicion." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, sir. I will go with you as far as the lock-up." + </p> + <p> + Palmer scowled at him, but saw that it was useless to persist in his + charges against the boy, and walked on with head bent, reflecting bitterly + that he had not only lost the proceeds of the burglary, but his freedom + besides. He could see now that but for his secreting the stolen watch and + chain in Fred's bundle, he would probably have escaped scot free. As for + the present, at least, we shall have nothing more to do with F. Grant + Palmer, it may be briefly set down that after a speedy trial he was found + guilty by the jury without leaving their seats. He was sentenced to seven + years' imprisonment, and is now serving out his term at Auburn. + </p> + <p> + Daring the remainder of his stay at Niagara, Fred used his time to + advantage, and it was with a thankful heart that he took his place on the + through train to New York the next morning. Just before starting, Mr. + Lawrence appeared on the platform, and handed him a small package covered + with brown paper. + </p> + <p> + "Have you a pocket where this will be safe?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + "Then put it away, and open it when you arrive home." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, sir." + </p> + <p> + Fred's attention was taken up by his duties as train boy, and he gave no + thought to the package, though he wondered at the moment what it + contained. + </p> + <p> + The train left at 8:43, and was not due in Jersey City till 10:10 P.M. At + Port Jervis a young lady came on board dressed in a very plain and quiet + manner. In his rounds through the train Fred stopped at her seat with a + pile of recent novels under his arm and asked her to buy. + </p> + <p> + "No, thank you," she answered courteously, and Fred observed that her face + was very sad. If she had been dressed in mourning, he would have supposed + that she had lost a near relative, but there was nothing in her dress to + justify such a supposition. Being naturally sympathetic, Fred from time to + time glanced at the young lady passenger, wishing it were in his power to + lighten her sorrow, whatever it might be. + </p> + <p> + Sitting next to her was a young lady, handsomely dressed, who was + evidently annoyed at the near neighborhood of one whom she considered her + social inferior. It chanced to be the only seat unoccupied when the train + reached Port Jervis, and the young lady was compelled to avail herself of + it. But when she reached the seat she found it occupied by a fat poodle of + uncertain temper, belonging to the fashionable young lady. + </p> + <p> + "May I take this seat?" asked the new arrival. + </p> + <p> + "Don't you see that it is occupied?" snapped the dog's owner. + </p> + <p> + "There is no other seat vacant," said the new passenger deprecatingly. + </p> + <p> + "Then you had better go into the next car." As the young girl stood in the + aisle, undecided, Fred, who had heard the entire colloquy, and was + naturally indignant, made up his mind to interfere. + </p> + <p> + "These seats were meant for passengers—not for dogs," he said. + </p> + <p> + "Boy, you are impertinent!" said the fashionable young lady haughtily. + </p> + <p> + "Where is the impertinence?" asked Fred composedly. "Do you wish this + young lady to stand up in order that your dog may have a seat?" + </p> + <p> + "I will report you to the railroad company for insolence." + </p> + <p> + "Just as you like, but I will remove the dog in order to give this young + lady a seat." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, I don't want to make any trouble," said the new arrival. + </p> + <p> + "Touch my dog if you dare, boy," said the young lady with a flush of anger + on her face. + </p> + <p> + Just then the conductor entered the car, and Fred called him. + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Collins," he said, "this young lady refuses to remove her dog from + the seat to make room for a passenger." + </p> + <p> + "Is this true, madam?" asked the conductor. + </p> + <p> + "She can go into the next car." + </p> + <p> + "Are you paying for two seats?" + </p> + <p> + "No," snapped the lady. + </p> + <p> + "I must take your dog into the baggage car. It is against our rules to + have them in the regular cars, and they certainly cannot be allowed to + keep our passengers from occupying seats." + </p> + <p> + "Don't you dare to touch my dog!" + </p> + <p> + "Do you go to Jersey City?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "Then you can call for the dog there," and in spite of the remonstrance of + the dog's owner, and the growling of the poodle, the conductor removed the + animal to the baggage car, much to the secret satisfaction of the + passengers, who had observed with disgust the selfishness of its owner. + </p> + <p> + "I am indebted to you for this," said the young lady, with a furious + glance at the train boy. + </p> + <p> + Fred did not think himself called upon to make any answer. The young lady + scornfully drew aside her dress to avoid contact with her unwelcome + companion, saying audibly, "It is only in America that servant girls are + allowed to thrust themselves in the company of their betters." + </p> + <p> + "I am not a servant girl," said the new passenger, "but even if I were I + have paid my fare, and am entitled to a seat." + </p> + <p> + "Do not address me, girl!" said her seat-mate haughtily. + </p> + <p> + "I thought your remark was addressed to me." + </p> + <p> + "I am forced to sit beside you, but I don't care to converse with you." + </p> + <p> + The other took the hint, and left her undemocratic neighbor to herself. + </p> + <p> + Fred was naturally a little curious to ascertain the name of the young + lady who had made herself so disagreeable. The mystery was solved in a way + to surprise him. + </p> + <p> + On reaching the depot at Jersey City all the passengers left the cars. + </p> + <p> + The young lady looked about her evidently in search of some one whom she + expected to meet her. + </p> + <p> + Greatly to Fred's surprise, his Cousin Raymond Ferguson turned out to be + the party expected. + </p> + <p> + "Here you are, sis," he said. "Come right along. It is late." + </p> + <p> + "I can't go yet. My poor little Fido is in the baggage car. They wouldn't + let me have him in the car with me. Go and get him, and I will stay here." + </p> + <p> + "Gracious!" thought Fred, "that must be Cousin Ferguson's daughter Luella. + Well, I can't say I am proud of the relationship." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0018" id="link2HCH0018"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVIII. — UNSATISFACTORY RELATIONS. + </h2> + <p> + Miss Ferguson waited till her brother returned with the dog, who seemed to + be in a bad humor. + </p> + <p> + "My precious Fido!" exclaimed the young lady, as she embraced the little + animal. "Did they put him in the dirty baggage car?" Then, turning to + Fred, who stood by, she said spitefully: "It was all your work, you + impertinent boy. I have a great mind to report you to the president of the + road." + </p> + <p> + Raymond's attention was directed to Fred by his sister's attack. + </p> + <p> + "Fred Fenton!" he exclaimed in surprise. + </p> + <p> + "Yes," answered Fred, amused. "I was not aware that it was your sister and + a relative of mine when I took sides against her." + </p> + <p> + "What does the boy mean?" demanded Miss Ferguson haughtily. + </p> + <p> + "It is Fred Fenton," explained Raymond deprecatingly. + </p> + <p> + "Does he claim relationship with me?" asked the young lady, looking + disgusted. + </p> + <p> + "No, Miss Ferguson, I don't claim it, though I believe it exists," said + Fred. + </p> + <p> + "A common train boy!" ejaculated the young lady. "This is altogether too + much. Raymond, let us go!" + </p> + <p> + As they left the station the other young lady passenger who had listened + eagerly to the conversation asked in a tone of almost painful excitement, + "Is that the daughter of Robert Ferguson?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, do you know him?" asked Fred in surprise. + </p> + <p> + "To my sorrow. When my poor father died Mr. Ferguson was appointed + executor and trustee of his estate. It was not large, but we supposed it + would amount to ten thousand dollars, and perhaps more. Last week my + mother received a letter from him stating that he had satisfied all claims + against the estate, and that only seventy-five dollars was left. This + leaves us well-nigh penniless." + </p> + <p> + "Is it possible? Do you suspect that any fraud has been practised upon + you?" + </p> + <p> + "My mother feels sure of it, but what can we do? We are poor, and the poor + are always friendless," continued the girl bitterly. + </p> + <p> + "Have you come to New York to see Mr. Ferguson?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; my mother wishes me to ask full particulars, and to appeal to him to + do us justice. I fear it will be of no avail, but it is the only thing + that we can do." + </p> + <p> + "Pardon me," said Fred, "but we had better be getting on board the + ferry-boat, or we shall have to wait till the next." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you! I hardly know what I am doing." + </p> + <p> + Fred accompanied the young lady to the ladies' cabin and sat down beside + her. + </p> + <p> + "Can I be of any service to you?" asked the train boy. "It is late for a + young lady to arrive in New York." + </p> + <p> + "I supposed we should reach the city at nine. That is what a neighbor told + me. I hardly know where to go," she added timidly. "Can you recommend a + cheap hotel or boarding-house?" + </p> + <p> + "There would be a difficulty about obtaining admission to either this + evening." + </p> + <p> + "Then what shall I do?" asked the girl, looking distressed. + </p> + <p> + "I think you had better come home with me for to-night. Our home is a very + humble one but mother will take good care of you. To-morrow you can make + other arrangements if you desire." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, how kind you are! I should like nothing better, if you really think + your mother would not be annoyed." + </p> + <p> + Fred smiled. + </p> + <p> + "She is too kind-hearted for that," he said. "Just wait till you see her, + and you won't feel any doubt." + </p> + <p> + "How fortunate I am to fall in with such a friend! I now see how unwise it + was for me to take such a late train." + </p> + <p> + They walked to the Cortlandt Street station of the Sixth Avenue Elevated + Road, and ascended the steps. In spite of her anxieties the young lady + felt interested in the novel means of locomotion, and asked a variety of + questions of the train boy. At Thirty-Third Street they descended, and + walking a short distance up Broadway turned down a side street, and were + soon at the door of Fred's modest home. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Fenton was sitting up, and had come to feel anxious. + </p> + <p> + "How long you have been away, Fred!" she said. + </p> + <p> + "Not quite three days, mother." + </p> + <p> + "But you were never away before. Bertie and I have missed you very much." + </p> + <p> + "Mother," said Fred, "you don't see that I have company." + </p> + <p> + Then, for the first time, the widow observed the young lady. + </p> + <p> + "Who is it, Fred?" she asked, as a wild and improbable suspicion entered + her mind. Could it be that Fred, who was only a boy in years, had + contracted a marriage and brought his wife home? + </p> + <p> + "I shall have to ask the young lady to introduce herself," said Fred. + </p> + <p> + "My name is Ruth Patton," said the girl timidly. "I hope you will not be + angry with your son for bringing me here. I am a stranger in the city, and + indeed I did not know that the train arrived so late. Your son told me + that it would be difficult to get into any hotel or boarding-house at this + hour, and I have ventured to throw myself on your hospitality for + to-night." + </p> + <p> + "You are heartily welcome," said Mrs. Fenton, ready to smile at her first + wild suspicion. "Remove your wraps, and in ten minutes I can offer you a + cup of tea and some eggs and toast. You will sleep the better for a little + supper." + </p> + <p> + "You are a wise woman, mother," said Fred. "You have guessed what I was + longing for." + </p> + <p> + "Let me help you, Mrs. Fenton," said Ruth, already looking more cheerful. + </p> + <p> + "Then you may toast the bread," said Mrs. Fenton. "I don't dare to trust + Fred. I did once to my sorrow, and the toast turned out to be as black as + my shoe." + </p> + <p> + "I can promise to do better than that. I have plenty of experience." + </p> + <p> + She set herself to the task, as if she felt quite at home, and soon they + were able to sit down to a plain but welcome supper. + </p> + <p> + "Do you know, mother," said Fred, between mouthfuls, "Luella Ferguson was + on the train." + </p> + <p> + "How did you recognize her? Did she speak to you?" + </p> + <p> + Fred smiled roguishly. + </p> + <p> + "She did. Shall I tell you what she said?" + </p> + <p> + "I should be glad to hear it." + </p> + <p> + "She said: 'Boy, I will report you to the railroad company for insolence.' + She's a sweet girl, Cousin Luella!" + </p> + <p> + "But you were not really insolent?" + </p> + <p> + Thereupon Fred told the whole story, and his mother agreed with him that + Miss Ferguson's conduct was very selfish and unladylike. + </p> + <p> + "What's more, mother, Miss Patton tells me that Cousin Ferguson has + cheated her mother and herself out of ten thousand dollars. I'll tell you + about it to-morrow. It is just striking twelve, and I can hardly keep my + eyes open." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0019" id="link2HCH0019"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIX. — RUTH PATTON CALLS ON MR. FERGUSON. + </h2> + <p> + The next day Ruth Patton confided her story to Mrs. Fenton. + </p> + <p> + "My mother and I," she said, "in our grief for father's death, never + dreamed that it would bring us destitution. Though he never furnished us + particulars of his pecuniary condition, he gave us to understand that he + would be comfortably provided for. Robert Ferguson we knew to have been a + life-long friend, or perhaps I should rather say acquaintance, and we felt + that as a trustee he would consider our interests. We were thunderstruck + when a letter was received from him last week, stating that, in place of + the ten thousand dollars on which we fully counted, a pitiful balance of + seventy-five dollars alone remained to us." + </p> + <p> + "It was shameful!" said Mrs. Fenton indignantly. + </p> + <p> + "Nearly all of this sum will be swallowed up by small debts due in Port + Jervis. You will understand now why I have come to lay our case before Mr. + Ferguson, and see if he cannot give us more, or at any rate find me + employment, for on me now rests the duty of providing for my poor mother." + </p> + <p> + "I wish I could encourage you, Miss Patton——" + </p> + <p> + "Don't call me Miss Patton. I look upon yon as a kind friend, and hope you + will call me Ruth." + </p> + <p> + "So indeed I will, for I feel a strong interest in you, Ruth." + </p> + <p> + "And I will look to you for advice." + </p> + <p> + "Then I advise you to call this evening on Mr. Ferguson, and find out the + worst." + </p> + <p> + "Meanwhile perhaps you can direct me to a cheap boarding-house." + </p> + <p> + "You will stay here till you have had time to form your plans." + </p> + <p> + "I will gladly do so if you will let me pay you." + </p> + <p> + "All in good time, Ruth. To-day you can help me if you will, and it will + be time to pay board when you are earning something." + </p> + <p> + It was not till he sat down to an early breakfast that Fred thought of the + package handed him by Mr. Lawrence at the Niagara Falls station. He opened + it in some curiosity, and to his surprise discovered a roll of bills, + accompanied by this note: + </p> + <p> + To FRED FENTON, + </p> + <p> + MY YOUNG FRIEND:—Though I have not yet had a chance to communicate + with my uncle in Elmira, I feel authorized to act as his representative, + and in his name ask you to accept the inclosed sum as an acknowledgment of + your valuable assistance in bringing about the recovery of the securities + stolen from his house, and incidentally as a recompense for the annoyance + you experienced in being yourself suspected. Your conduct has been very + creditable, and I feel that to you we are largely indebted for the + recovery of the property and the conviction of the burglar. I infer that + you are mainly dependent, on your earnings, which are probably limited, + and I therefore take pleasure in handing you a substantial reward which I + hope will be of service to you. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Yours sincerely, + + EDMUND LAWRENCE. +</pre> + <p> + Fred counted the bills, and alike to his surprise and gratification found + that they amounted to two hundred dollars. + </p> + <p> + "Where did you get so much money, Fred?" asked his mother, entering the + room as he completed his count. + </p> + <p> + "That letter will explain, mother," answered Fred radiant with delight. + </p> + <p> + "We are indeed rich!" said Mrs. Fenton joyfully. "This removes all anxiety + for a long time to come." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, we can afford to snap our fingers at the landlord." + </p> + <p> + "I hope you are not going to carry all this money round with you, Fred. + You might get robbed." + </p> + <p> + "I shall deposit it in the Dime Savings Bank this forenoon." + </p> + <p> + "But you will leave before the bank opens." + </p> + <p> + "No, I am to take a midday train." + </p> + <p> + At ten o'clock Fred went to the Union Dime Savings Bank fronting on + Thirty-Second Street, and deposited the hundred dollars in gold left him + by his mining friend, and one hundred and seventy-five dollars besides + from his recent gift. The other twenty-five he handed to his mother. + </p> + <p> + "Mother," he said, "you need a new dress, and Albert needs a new suit. + Take this money, and buy what you think best." + </p> + <p> + "I can go a little longer without a dress, Fred." + </p> + <p> + "But I don't want you to. We can spare the money well enough, and there is + no better way to spend it." + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Fenton made no further opposition, but during the day asked Ruth + Patton to accompany her to one of the large stores on Sixth Avenue, where + the necessary purchases were made. + </p> + <p> + In the evening Ruth set out for her call upon Mr. Robert Ferguson. + </p> + <p> + She ascended the steps in a state of nervous agitation, for she felt that + the interview was of momentous importance to her, and in a low voice asked + the servant who answered the bell if she could see Mr. Ferguson. + </p> + <p> + "I will ask, miss," said the servant, surveying her plain dress with some + disdain. + </p> + <p> + "A young lady to see me?" said Robert Ferguson in surprise. "Are you sure + it is not my daughter she wishes to see?" + </p> + <p> + "No, sir; she expressly asked to see you." + </p> + <p> + Mr. Ferguson was a widower, and rather vain of his personal attractions. + Perhaps the young lady might have been struck by his appearance. + </p> + <p> + "You can show her up," he said amiably, and turned to catch a further + glance in a mirror just opposite. He straightened his necktie, and passed + his hand softly over his hair to make sure that it was smooth, and then + turned to the door to catch the first glimpse of his visitor. + </p> + <p> + Nothing thus far has been said of the outward appearance of Ruth Patton. + Notwithstanding her anxious face she was unusually pretty, and her manners + were refined and ladylike. + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Ferguson?" she said inquiringly, pausing at the door. + </p> + <p> + "Come in, my dear young lady!" said Robert Ferguson graciously. "I am + pleased to see you." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, sir." + </p> + <p> + "Pray sit down." + </p> + <p> + "He is much kinder than I supposed," thought Ruth. "I must have misjudged + him." + </p> + <p> + "I wrote to you a few days since," she began. + </p> + <p> + "Indeed! I don't think I can have received your letter." + </p> + <p> + "But you answered it, sir." + </p> + <p> + "I answered a letter from you? What then is your name?" + </p> + <p> + "Ruth Patton." + </p> + <p> + "Oh!" returned Ferguson, his face darkening. He no longer felt inclined to + be gracious, for he had a premonition that the interview would not be + agreeable to him. + </p> + <p> + "My mother and I were quite overwhelmed by the news you sent us. We had no + idea that my father left so little, and she wished me to come on and ask + for some particulars." + </p> + <p> + "I have very little to tell you beyond what I wrote," said Mr. Ferguson + coldly. + </p> + <p> + "My father led us to think that we should be comfortably provided for." + </p> + <p> + "Many men have very vague ideas of how they stand. Your father did wrong + in not insuring his life." + </p> + <p> + "He did not think it would be necessary. He thought we should be + sufficiently provided for without that." + </p> + <p> + "He had no right to think so," said Ferguson irritably. "You see how + things have turned out." + </p> + <p> + "But what can have become of all the money?" + </p> + <p> + "I hope, Miss Patton, you don't think I have spirited it away?" + </p> + <p> + "No, sir. Don't be offended, but it seems so strange," faltered Ruth. + </p> + <p> + "The money was unwisely invested. A large part of it was in wild-cat + mining stocks, which were not worth the paper they were written on." + </p> + <p> + "Father never spoke to us about any such investments." + </p> + <p> + "I presume not. Most men keep such matters to themselves. Well, the upshot + is that but seventy-five dollars are left. I presume your mother received + my check for this amount." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + "Then that is all I can do for you. I will in time forward a bill of + particulars. A present I am busy." + </p> + <p> + At this moment Luella Ferguson entered the room. She recognized Ruth at + once. + </p> + <p> + "You here?" she said in haughty surprise. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I came on business." + </p> + <p> + "We do not want any servants. Papa, this girl was very insolent to me on + the train yesterday. I hope you will send her away." + </p> + <p> + "I am going, Miss Ferguson," said Ruth with spirit. "Your father was the + trustee of my poor father's property, and it was to ask about it that I + came here. Good evening." + </p> + <p> + She left the house with faltering steps, for her last hope had been + destroyed, and she felt keenly the cruel slight of Luella Ferguson. As she + set foot on the sidewalk her brain reeled, and she would have fallen had + not a young man who was about to ascend the steps sprung forward and + supported her. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0020" id="link2HCH0020"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XX. — A FRIEND IN NEED. + </h2> + <p> + Ruth Patton recovered herself by a great effort. "I won't trouble you any + longer, sir," she faltered. "I think I can do without further assistance." + </p> + <p> + "Excuse me for doubting it. You look very weak. Take my arm. There is a + drug store not far away where I can procure you a strengthening draught." + </p> + <p> + "I am sorry to trouble you so much," she murmured apologetically. + </p> + <p> + "It is no trouble, I assure you. I count myself fortunate in being on hand + so opportunely." + </p> + <p> + Ruth for the first time, encouraged by his kind words, stole a glance at + the stranger. He was a well made and unusually handsome young man of + perhaps twenty-seven. His careful dress and something in his manner seemed + to indicate high social position. The indication corresponded with the + fact. Alfred Lindsay belonged to an old and distinguished New York family. + Though his means were ample he was not content to be an idler, but after + careful preparation at Columbia College and Law School, he had opened a + law office in the Mills Building, and was already beginning to be known as + a young man with a future. + </p> + <p> + His wealth and high social standing led him to be considered a "catch," in + the matrimonial market. It is safe to say that at least half a dozen young + ladies had set their caps for him. Among these was Luella Ferguson, and + there were those who considered her chance of landing the prize the best. + At any rate Mr. Lindsay, who had been employed by the elder Ferguson in + some legal matter, became a frequent caller, to the great satisfaction of + Luella Ferguson. It may not be considered a mark of taste on the part of + the young man to have fallen a victim to the young lady's arts, but in his + presence she was all that was amiable. She was not without a certain + attractiveness of face, which, had it been joined to an equally agreeable + disposition, might have proved a good excuse to any young man for + succumbing to her fascinations. Never for a moment had he cause to suspect + that she was otherwise than she seemed. Kind and sympathetic himself, the + absence of these qualities, if known to him, would have rendered her + repulsive to him. + </p> + <p> + He conducted Ruth to a drug store, and the druggist administered + restoratives that soon brought back her strength and color, but not her + cheerfulness. + </p> + <p> + "I am strong enough now to go on my way," she said rising. "How can I + thank you, sir, for your kindness?" + </p> + <p> + "By allowing me to see you to your own door," and this he insisted on + despite Ruth's protest. + </p> + <p> + "Would it be indiscreet," he asked, when they had set out on their way, + "to ask if you can account for your sudden illness?" + </p> + <p> + "I had a shock," she answered. + </p> + <p> + "Of what sort? Are you willing to make me your confidant? I do not ask out + of curiosity, but because it may be in my power to serve you." + </p> + <p> + "I have so few friends that I will not decline your kind offer." + </p> + <p> + "You were coming from the house of Mr. Robert Ferguson?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir; do you know him?" + </p> + <p> + "Quite well. I was myself going there." + </p> + <p> + "Is he considered—an honorable man?" + </p> + <p> + "Why, surely. What can lead you to doubt it?" + </p> + <p> + In answer Ruth told her story. The young lawyer listened in pained + surprise. Strictly honorable himself, he found it hard to believe that a + man whom he knew so well could be guilty of the meanness of defrauding two + women whose interests had been confided to him. Yet the story seemed + probable. Moreover, even had matters been as Mr. Ferguson represented, his + want of feeling seemed almost as bad as absolute dishonesty. He asked Ruth + several questions in order that he might become fully possessed of all + particulars. + </p> + <p> + "This, then, was the cause of your agitation?" he said at length. + </p> + <p> + "Not wholly. It was the treatment I received from Miss Ferguson that + affected me most." + </p> + <p> + "Miss Ferguson! Do you know Miss Ferguson?" Lindsay asked quickly. + </p> + <p> + "I met her for the first time yesterday afternoon." + </p> + <p> + "Where—may I ask?" + </p> + <p> + "In the Erie train. I entered the cars at Port Jervis. She was already on + board, but I do not know from what point she had come." + </p> + <p> + "I think I know. She had been visiting a school friend at Binghamton." + </p> + <p> + "You know her, then?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes. I met her at a party about a year since." + </p> + <p> + "If she is a friend of yours I will not say anything to her disadvantage." + </p> + <p> + "But I want you to tell me all there is to tell. I have a special reason + for learning all I can about her. You say she treated you ill?" + </p> + <p> + "She treated me cruelly. She took offense in the cars because the + conductor removed her dog from a seat in order to make room for me." + </p> + <p> + "Was there no other seat in the car?" + </p> + <p> + "None, or I would not have disturbed her. I did not like to stand all the + way from Port Jervis to New York." + </p> + <p> + "Of course not. Please favor me with the particulars." + </p> + <p> + The young man listened attentively while Ruth in simple language—not + exaggerating in any respect—told her story. Young Lindsay's brow + contracted, for he felt indignant at the cold selfishness shown by the + young lady who had hitherto attracted him. He felt that, if it were all + true, he could never again look upon her even with ordinary friendship. + </p> + <p> + "She feigned to look upon me as a servant," Ruth concluded, "and sharply + rebuked me for thrusting myself upon her. I would gladly have taken + another seat had any been unoccupied, but the car was full. I heard from + the train boy that it was on account of an excursion to Shohola Glen." + </p> + <p> + "I confess, Miss Patton" (Ruth had told her name), "I am surprised and + pained by what you have told me. I never knew that Luella—Miss + Ferguson—had such unlovely traits. To me she has always seemed kind + and considerate." + </p> + <p> + Looking in the young man's expressive face, Ruth Patton felt that she + understood better than he why Miss Ferguson had assumed to be what she was + not. She was not surprised that Luella should desire to make a favorable + impression upon one who seemed to her the most attractive young man she + had ever met. But of course she could not give utterance to the thought + that was in her mind, and remained silent. + </p> + <p> + "To change the subject," said Lindsay, after a pause, "may I ask what are + your plans if you have any?" + </p> + <p> + "I must try to earn some money. If—if you would advise me." + </p> + <p> + "With pleasure. Let me ask, first, what you can do." + </p> + <p> + "I used to do some copying for a lawyer at Port Jervis." + </p> + <p> + "You are used, then, to copying legal documents?" + </p> + <p> + "I have done considerable of it." + </p> + <p> + "You do not use the typewriter?" + </p> + <p> + "No, I have never learned." + </p> + <p> + Alfred Lindsay paused, and his expressive face showed that he was busy + thinking. + </p> + <p> + "I am a lawyer," he said at length, "and I have copying to do, of course. + Would you mind calling upon me at my office to-morrow morning?" + </p> + <p> + "I shall be very glad to do so," answered Ruth, her eyes lighting up with + new-born hopes. + </p> + <p> + "I think I can promise you something to do." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, sir, you don't know how your words cheer me. This is where I live. + Thank you very much for your kind escort." + </p> + <p> + "Don't mention it. I will expect you to-morrow," and the young man took + off his hat as respectfully as if Ruth, instead of being a poor girl in + search of work, were a lady in his own set. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0021" id="link2HCH0021"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXI. — LUELLA'S PAINFUL DISCOVERY. + </h2> + <p> + "What business had that girl with you, papa?" asked Luella Ferguson, when, + stung by her insolence, Ruth had left the house. + </p> + <p> + "She told you," answered the father evasively. + </p> + <p> + "Is it true that you were trustee of any property belonging to her?" + </p> + <p> + "Well, there is some truth in it. Her father was an old schoolmate of + mine, though we were never intimate, and when he died, considerably to my + surprise, he asked me to settle his estate." + </p> + <p> + "How much did it amount to?" + </p> + <p> + "After paying all bills, including funeral expenses, there was + seventy-five dollars left." + </p> + <p> + "A fine estate, upon my word!" said Luella with a scornful laugh. "Really, + the girl is a great heiress." + </p> + <p> + "She thought she ought to have been. What do you think she and her mother + expected?" + </p> + <p> + "Something amusing, no doubt." + </p> + <p> + "They thought that they would realize ten thousand dollars, and be + completely provided for." + </p> + <p> + "They must be fools!" + </p> + <p> + "We won't use so harsh an expression. Women know very little about + business." + </p> + <p> + "Some women, papa. You will please make an exception in my case." + </p> + <p> + "Well, I admit, Luella," said her father complacently, "you do seem to + have a sharp eye to your own interests." + </p> + <p> + "Why shouldn't I? I come honestly by it, papa, don't I?" + </p> + <p> + "Well, perhaps——" + </p> + <p> + "You have been pretty sharp yourself, eh, papa? I fancy you have a pretty + good sum of money salted down—that's the term, isn't it?" + </p> + <p> + "Well, I have something, but I don't care to make a boast of it. There + would be plenty who would want a share—for instance, Mrs. Fenton." + </p> + <p> + "That reminds me; her son is a train-boy on the Erie road." + </p> + <p> + "Did you see him?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, he made himself very obnoxious by his impertinent intermeddling. He + insisted upon my removing my poor Fido, in order to give that girl a + seat." + </p> + <p> + "What concern was it of his?" + </p> + <p> + "None at all, but he made such a fuss that I had to do it." + </p> + <p> + "You need not have done so. The train boy has no authority in such + matters." + </p> + <p> + "He called the conductor, and he took my poor darling into the baggage + car. Papa, can't you get him discharged?" + </p> + <p> + "I have no influence with the Erie officials, my dear. Besides, if I + deprive him of his chance to make a living, he and his mother will be + importuning me for money. Better leave well enough alone!" + </p> + <p> + This was the sort of argument that weighed with Luella Ferguson. She was + meanness personified, and would rather save money than be revenged upon + Fred. + </p> + <p> + "Do you think you will have any more trouble with this girl who called + to-night?" + </p> + <p> + "I should not be surprised if she called again to ask me to help her to + employment." + </p> + <p> + "If she does, advise her to go out to service. She could get a position as + chambermaid without difficulty." + </p> + <p> + "Remember, Luella, that in her own town she has held a good social + position. She may have too much pride." + </p> + <p> + "Then let her starve!" said Luella, harshly. "It is preposterous for a + pauper to be proud." + </p> + <p> + "She is not exactly a pauper," said Mr. Ferguson, who was not quite so + venomous in his hatred as his daughter. + </p> + <p> + "I forgot—she has a fortune of seventy-five dollars. Will you do me + a favor?" + </p> + <p> + "What is it?" + </p> + <p> + "If the girl comes again, turn her over to me." + </p> + <p> + "Very well, my dear. I shall be glad to do so. It will relieve me from + embarrassment." + </p> + <p> + "I shall feel no embarrassment. I shall rather enjoy it." + </p> + <p> + "By the way, Luella, how are you getting on with young Lindsay?" + </p> + <p> + Luella flushed a little, and a softer light shone in her eyes. She had + very little heart, but such as she had was given to Alfred Lindsay. At + first attracted by his wealth and social position—for on his + mother's side he belonged to one of the Knickerbocker families—she + had ended by really falling in love with him. In his company she appeared + at her best. Her amiable and attractive manners were not wholly assumed, + for the potent spell of love softened her and transformed her from a hard, + cynical, selfish girl to a woman seeking to charm one who had touched her + heart. + </p> + <p> + "He comes to see me very often, papa," she answered, coyly. + </p> + <p> + "And he seems impressed?" + </p> + <p> + "I think so," said Luella, lowering her eyes, while a gratified smile + lighted up her face. + </p> + <p> + "He has never actually proposed?" asked Ferguson eagerly. + </p> + <p> + "Well, not exactly, but from his manner I think he will soon." + </p> + <p> + "I hope so, Luella. There is no one whom I would more prefer for a + son-in-law." + </p> + <p> + "I shall not say him nay, papa." + </p> + <p> + "Of course not. He is rich and of distinguished family. He will make a + very suitable mate for you." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, papa, I appreciate that, but you too are rich and of high social + position." + </p> + <p> + "Well, daughter, I stand fairly, but as to family, I can't boast much. My + father—your grandfather—was a village blacksmith. I have never + told you that before." + </p> + <p> + "Horrors, papa!" exclaimed Luella. "You cannot mean this?" + </p> + <p> + "It is a sober fact. I have never told you, for I knew it would shock + you." + </p> + <p> + "Does any one know it in our circle?" + </p> + <p> + "No. Indeed, the only one who is likely to have any knowledge of it is + Mrs. Fenton and her son." + </p> + <p> + "The train boy!" + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "If it should get out I should die of mortification." + </p> + <p> + "Neither you nor I are likely to mention it. I only referred to it to show + the advantages of marrying a man of high lineage like Alfred Lindsay. I + have money, but I have never been able to get into the inner circle to + which the Lindsays belong. Money will buy much, but it won't buy that. I + hope yon will do your best to bring the young mail to the point." + </p> + <p> + "I will manage it, papa," said Luella complacently. "Do you know I have + made up my mind to go to Europe on a wedding trip?" + </p> + <p> + "If Lindsay consents." + </p> + <p> + "He will do whatever I wish. I expect him to call this evening." + </p> + <p> + "Do you?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, and—papa, something might happen," added Luella playfully. + </p> + <p> + "I hope so sincerely, my dear." + </p> + <p> + "Mind, if he comes to you, not a word about the blacksmith! I wish you + hadn't told me." + </p> + <p> + "Forget it then, Luella. We will keep it a profound secret." + </p> + <p> + Luella left her father's presence with a smile upon her face. It was + already eight o'clock. Half an hour passed, and she became anxious. + Fifteen minutes more clipped by, and still the welcome ring at the bell + was not heard. She was ready to cry with vexation, for she had made up her + mind to lead the young man to a declaration that very evening if it were a + possible thing. + </p> + <p> + She summoned a servant. + </p> + <p> + "Jane," she said, "Mr. Lindsay has not called this evening, has he?" + </p> + <p> + "No miss. If he had of course I would tell you." + </p> + <p> + "I thought perhaps there might have been some mistake. If he should come—and + it isn't very late yet—let me know at once." + </p> + <p> + "Surely I will, Miss Luella." + </p> + <p> + "She's dead gone on that man," said Jane to herself. "Well, I don't + wonder, for he is awfully handsome, that's a fact. But my! if he could + only see her in some of her tantrums, he'd open his eyes. He thinks she's + an angel, but I know her better." + </p> + <p> + Several days passed and still Alfred Lindsay did not call. Luella became + alarmed. Was she losing her hold upon him? She was considering whether it + would be proper to write a letter to the young lawyer at his office, when + she chanced to make a very painful discovery. + </p> + <p> + About five o'clock on Saturday afternoon she was coming out of Lord & + Taylor's up-town store when in a plainly dressed girl who was just passing + she recognized Ruth Patton. Curiosity led her to address Ruth. + </p> + <p> + "So you are still in the city?" she said abruptly. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, Miss Ferguson," answered Ruth calmly. + </p> + <p> + "Of course you are very poor. I think I can get you a place as chambermaid + in the family of one of my friends." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, but I have a position I like better." + </p> + <p> + "What sort of a position?" + </p> + <p> + "I am in a lawyer's office, copying legal papers." + </p> + <p> + "Indeed! I suppose you are poorly paid." + </p> + <p> + "I receive ten dollars a week." + </p> + <p> + "That is ridiculously high pay. Of course you don't earn it." + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Lindsay fixed the salary—I did not." + </p> + <p> + "Lindsay!" gasped Luella, "what Lindsay?" + </p> + <p> + "Alfred Lindsay. He has his office in the Mills Building." + </p> + <p> + Ruth Patton passed on, having unconsciously given poignant anguish to the + haughty Miss Ferguson. + </p> + <p> + "Where could she have met Alfred?" Luella asked herself with contracted + brow. "I must get him to discharge her. I had no idea she was such an + artful minx." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0022" id="link2HCH0022"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXII. — MISS FERGUSON WRITES A NOTE. + </h2> + <p> + It was indeed true that Ruth Patton had found employment at ten dollars a + week. Her services were scarcely worth that sum to her employer, but + Alfred Lindsay was not only rich but generous, and was glad to believe + Ruth's anxiety by insuring her a comfortable income. She was still at Mrs. + Fenton's rooms, being now able to contribute her share of the expense + incurred. The widow was willing to accept only three dollars per week, so + that Ruth had the satisfaction of sending a weekly remittance to her + mother. She was very grateful for the change in her circumstances, and, + notwithstanding the disappointment about her father's estate, felt that + there was reason to hope. + </p> + <p> + Two days later Alfred Lindsay found a letter upon his desk addressed in a + delicate female hand which he did not recognize. + </p> + <p> + "A lady client!" he thought. "What does she want—a divorce?" + </p> + <p> + When he opened the envelope he read the following note, written on a + highly perfumed sheet: + </p> + <p> + MY DEAR MR. LINDSAY: Pray don't be shocked at my boldness in writing you, + but it <i>is so long</i> since you have called that papa suggests sickness + as a possible cause. I do hope that this is not what has kept you away. I + confess that I have missed you very much. I have so enjoyed our + conversations. You are not like the fashionable butterflies of whom we + meet so many in society. One must tolerate them, of course but it is a + comfort to meet a man who can talk intelligently about books and art. + Apropos, I have a new collection of etchings that I want to show you. + Won't you name an evening when you will call, as I want to be certain to + be at home when you really do come. I should be desolated, as the French + say, to be absent. + </p> + <p> + Now don't fail to answer this screed. Otherwise I shall certainly manage + to have some law business that will give me an excuse for calling at your + office. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Very sincerely yours, + + LUELLA FERGUSON. +</pre> + <p> + Alfred Lindsay read this note slowly, and there was a smile upon his face, + for he fully appreciated Luella's motive in writing it. A fortnight since + he would have been charmed, but his feelings with respect to Miss Ferguson + had undergone a change. The revelation of her real character had shocked + him, and served effectually to kill his growing attachment. Beauty of face + could not make up for deformity of character. On the other hand, he was + beginning to be attracted by Ruth. She lacked Luella's regular features + and cold, classic beauty, but her sweet face revealed a disposition warm, + kindly, and sympathetic; and when her deep, serious eyes rested upon him, + he felt that she was far more attractive than her showy rival. + </p> + <p> + "What shall I do?" he asked himself as his eyes fell upon the note. He + must of course answer it, but should he accept the invitation? Upon the + whole he decided to do so. There was no reason which he could allege for + declining, and, though it would be to sacrifice an evening, he would go + armed against Luella's fascinations by the knowledge he had acquired. He + drew out a sheet of paper from a drawer in his desk, and wrote as follows: + </p> + <p> + MY DEAR MISS FERGUSON: As I am writing in my office, you will understand + and excuse the unfashionable business paper which I am using. I am + flattered to find that you miss me, and still more at the reason you + assign for preferring my company to that of the gilded young men who + worship at your shrine. I am but "a plain, blunt man," as Shakspeare has + it, and cannot vie with them in compliment. I shall no doubt find pleasure + in examining the etchings which you hold out as an inducement to call. I + will name Thursday evening, but should you have a previous engagement, + don't scruple to notify me, as I can easily postpone my visit to another + date. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Yours sincerely, + + ALFRED LINDSAY. +</pre> + <p> + Luella Ferguson read this note with mingled pleasure and disappointment. + </p> + <p> + "It is very cold," she murmured, "almost as if I were an ordinary + acquaintance. I suppose men feel hampered when they try to express + themselves upon paper. I will not believe that he is less friendly, or + admires me less than he used to do. At any rate he is coming, and I must + make myself as fascinating as possible. I have a chance to win him, and I + mean to do it." + </p> + <p> + "Papa," said Luella on Thursday morning, "Mr. Lindsay will call here this + evening." + </p> + <p> + "I am glad to hear it, Luella. I hope he is coming—on business." + </p> + <p> + "I don't know," she answered demurely. + </p> + <p> + "You know my wishes on the subject?" + </p> + <p> + "They accord with mine, papa." + </p> + <p> + When Alfred Lindsay was announced, he found Luella resplendent in a new + dress, and bedecked with jewels. She intentionally made herself as + attractive as possible. + </p> + <p> + "Really. Miss Ferguson, you are radiant tonight," he said. + </p> + <p> + "Do you think so?" she asked. + </p> + <p> + "There is no doubt of it. Are you expecting other company?" + </p> + <p> + "Only yourself." + </p> + <p> + "Then I am to consider it a special compliment to me." + </p> + <p> + "If you like." + </p> + <p> + "Then I must express my acknowledgments." + </p> + <p> + Yet as he spoke, his thoughts reverted to Ruth Patton, with her lack of + ornament and severe simplicity, and he felt that her image was to him the + more attractive of the two. It was fortunate for Miss Ferguson's peace of + mind that she could not read his thoughts. + </p> + <p> + "Now, you bad boy," she said playfully, "you must tell me why you have + stayed away so long." + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps to see if you would miss me." + </p> + <p> + "I have missed you so much." + </p> + <p> + "That is certainly a compliment to me as a conversationalist, As you wrote + in your note you appreciate my sensible conversation I am afraid you + overestimate me. I have a friend who is really brilliant, and can converse + eloquently upon any subject. May I bring him with me?" + </p> + <p> + "Who is he?" asked Luella hesitatingly. + </p> + <p> + "Professor Grimes." + </p> + <p> + "What, the lecturer?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "Why. he is grotesque in appearance. I heard him lecture once, and thought + he wore a mask, so ugly was his face." + </p> + <p> + "You admit his eloquence, however?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; but from such a mouth even pearls cease to attract. Pray don't bring + him! He positively makes me shudder, I assure you." + </p> + <p> + Luella did not like the turn the conversation had taken. There seemed no + chance for sentiment, and she wanted to bring all her fascinations to + bear. + </p> + <p> + "You have some etchings to show me; Miss Ferguson?" said Lindsay, after a + pause. + </p> + <p> + "Yes; but I want to show them to you myself. You will have to come and sit + beside me." + </p> + <p> + "Willingly," answered Alfred, but his tone was conventional, and lacked + the warmth it had formerly shown. + </p> + <p> + Together they looked over the collection. Luella saw, however, to her + mortification, that Lindsay was calm and cold. It seemed clear that she + had lost her power over him. What could be the reason? + </p> + <p> + "Can it be that girl, Ruth Patton?" she asked herself. "Is it she who is + drawing Alfred Lindsay away from me? I must warn him against her." + </p> + <p> + "By the way, haven't you a copyist in your office named Ruth Patton?" + </p> + <p> + "How did you know?" asked Lindsay. + </p> + <p> + "I met her the other day on Broadway. Perhaps you don't know, but she is + an humble protegee of my father's." + </p> + <p> + "A protegee?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; papa has been very kind to the family. He took charge of their + affairs on the death of her father, and, though there was not enough + property to pay the debts, he paid them all, and sent a check to Mrs. + Patton besides." + </p> + <p> + "That was certainly considerate!" said Lindsay; but from his tone it could + not be discovered if he were speaking in earnest or ironically. + </p> + <p> + "As you say, it was considerate, but this Ruth is very ungrateful. She was + actually ridiculous enough to think they ought to have had a fortune, and + I believe blames papa for the way things have come out." + </p> + <p> + Alfred Lindsay listened politely, but did not express an opinion. + </p> + <p> + "She is a very good copyist," he said. + </p> + <p> + "I am glad she is earning a living, though I think it would have been + better for her to remain in the country, don't you?" + </p> + <p> + "Really, I can't judge for others, not knowing all the circumstances." + </p> + <p> + "The girl is ill bred, I am sorry to say. She treated me rudely in the + cars." + </p> + <p> + "She gives me no cause of complaint," said Lindsay shortly. He understood + and despised Luella's attempts to prejudice him against the copyist. + </p> + <p> + When he rose to go, Luella was disappointed. She felt that she had brought + him no nearer, and had not strengthened her hold upon him. + </p> + <p> + As the young lawyer descended the steps he met a man coming up whom he + recognized as a dealer in worthless mining stock, who was looked upon by + reputable business men with doubt and suspicion. + </p> + <p> + "What business can Orlando Jenkins have with Mr. Ferguson?" he asked + himself. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0023" id="link2HCH0023"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIII. — ANOTHER RAILROAD ADVENTURE. + </h2> + <p> + Six months have passed and brought with them some changes. At the end of + two months Ruth Patton sent for her mother, who was feeling very lonely at + Port Jervis, and engaged a suite of three rooms over those occupied by + Mrs. Fenton and Fred. Though she was away during the day, the two ladies, + living so near together, were company for each other. Ruth had now become + advanced to twelve dollars a week, not out of charity, but because Alfred + Lindsay's business had considerably increased and gave his copyist more to + do. + </p> + <p> + Fred was still on the Erie road, but it was now winter, and the travel had + so much diminished that where he had formerly earned seven or eight + dollars a week he now averaged no more than four. He began to be + dissatisfied, for his income now was inadequate to meet his expenses, and + he had been obliged to spend twenty dollars out of the two hundred which + he had received from Mr. Lawrence at Niagara Falls. He was now seventeen, + and he felt that it was high time he had entered upon some business in + which he could advance by successive steps. On the road, if he remained + till he was thirty years of age, he could earn no more than at present. He + answered several advertisements, but secured nothing likely to be an + improvement upon his present place. + </p> + <p> + One evening toward the end of December he was about to leave the cars, + when his attention was drawn to an old gentleman with hair nearly white, + who did not rise with the rest of the passengers, but remained in his seat + with his head leaned back and his eyes closed. + </p> + <p> + The train boy, concluding that he had fallen asleep, went up to him and + touched him gently. + </p> + <p> + "We have reached Jersey City," he said. + </p> + <p> + The old man opened his eyes slightly and gazed at him bewildered. + </p> + <p> + "I—I don't know where I am," he murmured vaguely. + </p> + <p> + "You are in Jersey City, sir." + </p> + <p> + "I want to go to New York." + </p> + <p> + "You have only to cross the ferry." + </p> + <p> + "Excuse me; I am a stranger here. I am from Ohio. Where is the ferry?" + </p> + <p> + "Let me lead you to the boat, sir." + </p> + <p> + The old man rose feebly and put his hand to his head. + </p> + <p> + "I don't know what is the matter with me," he said. "I feel sick." + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps you are upset by your journey. Come with me, and I will take care + of you." + </p> + <p> + "You are a very good boy, and I will accept your offer." + </p> + <p> + He rose and left the car, leaning heavily on Fred's arm. + </p> + <p> + "How long have you felt unwell?" asked the train boy sympathetically. + </p> + <p> + "Ever since we left Elmira. My head troubles me." + </p> + <p> + "It is the motion of the cars, no doubt. Here we are!" + </p> + <p> + They were just in time to reach the boat. They entered the ladies' cabin, + as Fred thought the tobacco smoke which always pervaded the cabin devoted + to men would increase the old gentleman's head trouble. + </p> + <p> + "Where do you wish to go when we have reached the New York side?" asked + Fred, when they were nearly across the river. + </p> + <p> + "I have a nephew living on Madison Avenue. Do you know that street?" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, yes, sir, very well. I will go up with you if you will let me know + your nephew's name." + </p> + <p> + The name was mentioned, and to Fred's surprise was that of a wealthy and + influential Wall Street broker. It was clear that the old gentleman, + though plainly dressed, would not need to economize. + </p> + <p> + "I think, sir," said Fred, noticing that the old man seemed to be getting + more and more feeble, "that it will be well for you to take a cab, in + order to avoid any walking. You seem very much fatigued." + </p> + <p> + "You are right. Will you call one? I don't feel able." + </p> + <p> + "With pleasure, sir." + </p> + <p> + Fred passed through the gate and beckoned a hackman, who drove up with + alacrity. + </p> + <p> + "Where to, sir?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + Fred gave the number on Madison Avenue. + </p> + <p> + "Mr. John Wainwrignt lives there," said the hackman. "I sometimes drive + him up from Wall Street." + </p> + <p> + "That is the place. This is his uncle." + </p> + <p> + The hackman touched his hat respectfully to the old gentleman, whom he had + at first mentally styled a rusty old codger. His relationship to the + wealthy broker gave him dignity in the eyes of the driver. + </p> + <p> + "Won't you get in too?" asked the old gentleman who had come to rely upon + Fred as his guardian. + </p> + <p> + "Certainly, sir." + </p> + <p> + "I shall feel safer. I am a perfect stranger to the city." + </p> + <p> + He leaned back in the seat and partially closed his eyes. + </p> + <p> + The hack rattled through the streets and in due time reached its + destination. + </p> + <p> + The hackman opened the door of the cab and Fred assisted the old gentleman + to alight. + </p> + <p> + "Take my pocketbook and pay him," said the old man. + </p> + <p> + The hackman did not venture to ask more than his rightful fare, as it + would have come to the knowledge of the broker, whom he did not care to + offend. + </p> + <p> + The driver paid, Fred ascended the steps and rang the bell. + </p> + <p> + A man servant opened the door. + </p> + <p> + "Is Mr. Wainwright at home?" asked Fred. + </p> + <p> + The servant, seeing an old man in rather a rusty dress, was inclined to + think that he was an applicant for charity, and answered rather + superciliously: + </p> + <p> + "Yes, he's at 'ome, but I ain't sure as he'll see you." + </p> + <p> + "Tell him," said Fred sharply, "that his uncle has arrived." + </p> + <p> + "His uncle!" repeated the astounded flunkey. "O yes, sir, certainly, sir. + I think he <i>is</i> at 'ome. Won't you step in, sir?" + </p> + <p> + Fred would have gone away, but the old gentleman still seemed to require + his assistance, and he stepped in with him and led him into the + drawing-room. + </p> + <p> + The servant promptly reported the arrival to Mr. Wainwright, who descended + the staircase quickly and greeted his uncle. + </p> + <p> + "You are heartily welcome, Uncle Silas," he said. "I did not expect you + till to-morrow, or I would have sent the carriage for you." + </p> + <p> + "I changed my mind, John, and decided to push through." + </p> + <p> + "Who is this young man with you?" + </p> + <p> + "He is a kind friend, John. I was taken sick—the effect of the + journey, I think—and I shouldn't have been able to get up here but + for him." + </p> + <p> + The broker smiled pleasantly and held out his hand to Fred. + </p> + <p> + "You are the train boy, are you not?" he asked, glancing at Fred's cap. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + "I hope you find it pays you well." + </p> + <p> + "Not at this season, sir." + </p> + <p> + "How long have you been in service?" + </p> + <p> + "Over a year." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you for your kindness to my uncle. He seems ill and requires my + attention now. Can you make it convenient to call here to-morrow evening + at eight o'clock?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir. I will call with pleasure." + </p> + <p> + "Good night, then, and don't forget to call." + </p> + <p> + The broker shook hands with Fred again, and the train-boy left the house + quite won by the pleasant and affable manner of the great broker. + </p> + <p> + "I never expected to know such a man as that," thought Fred. "I wish he + would give me a position in his office. That would be much better worth + having than my present place." + </p> + <p> + "Why are you so late, Fred?" asked his mother, when he reached home. + </p> + <p> + "I had to make a call on Mr. Wainwright, the broker," answered Fred. + </p> + <p> + "I guess you are only funning," said Albert. + </p> + <p> + "No, I am not. I am invited to call again to-morrow evening." + </p> + <p> + "What for?" + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps he's going to take me into partnership," said Fred in joke. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0024" id="link2HCH0024"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIV. — FRED'S GOOD LUCK. + </h2> + <p> + Fred made a short trip the next day, and returned home at four o'clock. He + was glad to be back so early, as it gave him time to prepare for his + evening visit. Naturally his mind had dwelt upon it more or less during + the day, and he looked forward to the occasion with pleasant + anticipations. The broker's gracious manners led Fred to think of him as a + friend. + </p> + <p> + "I would like to be in the employ of such a man," he reflected. + </p> + <p> + He started from home in good season, and found himself on the broker's + steps on the stroke of eight. + </p> + <p> + The door was opened by the same servant as on the evening previous, but he + treated Fred more respectfully, having overheard Mr. Wainwright speak of + him cordially. + </p> + <p> + So when Fred asked, "Is Mr. Wainwright at home?" he answered "Yes, sir; + come right in. I believe as you are expected." + </p> + <p> + The old man was descending the stairs as Fred entered, and immediately + recognized him. + </p> + <p> + "Ha, my young friend!" he said. "I am glad to see you," and he held out + his hand. + </p> + <p> + "I hope you are feeling better, sir," said Fred respectfully. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, yes, thank you. I feel quite myself to-day. It was the length of the + journey that upset and fatigued me. I couldn't travel every day, as you + do." + </p> + <p> + "No, sir, I suppose not now; but when you were of my age it would have + been different." + </p> + <p> + "How old are you?" + </p> + <p> + "Seventeen." + </p> + <p> + "And I am seventy-one, the same figures, but reversed. That makes a great + difference. Come in here; my nephew will be down at once." + </p> + <p> + The train boy followed the old gentleman into the handsome drawing-room, + and sat down on a sofa feeling, it must be owned, not quite as much at + home as he would have done in a plainer house. + </p> + <p> + "Did you make much to-day?" asked Silas Corwin (that was his name) in a + tone of interest. + </p> + <p> + "No, sir, it was a poor day. I only sold three dollars' worth." + </p> + <p> + "And how much did that yield you?" + </p> + <p> + "Sixty cents. I have a commission of twenty per cent." + </p> + <p> + "What was the most you ever made in a day?" + </p> + <p> + "I took in thirteen dollars once—it was on a holiday." + </p> + <p> + "That would give you two dollars and sixty cents." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + "Very good indeed!" + </p> + <p> + "If I could keep that up I should feel like a millionaire." + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps happier than a millionaire. I have known millionaires who were + weighed down by cares, and were far from happy." + </p> + <p> + Fred listened respectfully, but like most boys of his age found it + impossible to understand how a very rich man could be otherwise than + happy. + </p> + <p> + At this point Mr. John Wainwright entered the room. + </p> + <p> + "Good evening, my boy!" he said cordially. "I won't apologize for being + late, as my uncle has no doubt entertained you." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir; he was just telling me that millionaires are sometimes + unhappy." + </p> + <p> + "And you did not believe him?" + </p> + <p> + "I think I should be happy if I were worth a million." + </p> + <p> + "You might feel poorer than you do now. I knew a millionaire once—a + bachelor—who did not venture to drink but one cup of coffee at his + breakfast (he took it at a cheap restaurant) because it would involve an + added expenditure of five cents." + </p> + <p> + "Was he in his right mind, sir?" + </p> + <p> + "I don't wonder you ask. I don't think a man who carries economy so far is + quite in his right mind. However, he was shrewd enough in his business + transactions. But now tell me something about yourself. Are you alone in + the world?" + </p> + <p> + "No, sir; I have a mother and little brother." + </p> + <p> + "Are they partly dependent upon you?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + "Can you make enough to support them comfortably?" + </p> + <p> + "I can in the summer, sir, but in the winter my earnings are small." + </p> + <p> + "How small?" + </p> + <p> + "Not over four dollars a week." + </p> + <p> + "That is certainly small. Do you like your present employment?" + </p> + <p> + "I am getting tired of it," answered Fred. "I should be glad to find a + place where I can have a chance to rise, even if the pay is small." + </p> + <p> + "What do you think of going into a broker's office?" + </p> + <p> + Fred's heart gave a bound. + </p> + <p> + "I should like it very much," he said. + </p> + <p> + "Then I think I can offer you a place in mine. Come down on Saturday, and + I will introduce you to the office employees, and on Monday you can begin + work." + </p> + <p> + "I am very much obliged to you, Mr. Wainwright." + </p> + <p> + "Before you know how much pay you are to receive?" asked the broker, + smiling. + </p> + <p> + "I can safely trust that to you, sir." + </p> + <p> + "Then we will say eight dollars to begin with." + </p> + <p> + "My mother will be pleased with my good luck. I hope I shall prove + satisfactory." + </p> + <p> + "We generally ask references from those about to enter our employment, but + my uncle here insists that it is unnecessary in your case." + </p> + <p> + "I'll go security for the boy, John," said Silas Corwin. + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, sir," said Fred. "I will see that you don't run any risk." + </p> + <p> + At this moment a young girl of fourteen entered the room. She was the + picture of rosy health, and Fred looked at her admiringly. She, too, + glanced at him curiously. + </p> + <p> + "Fred, this is my daughter, Rose," said Mr. Wainwright. + </p> + <p> + "Is this the boy who came home with Uncle Silas?" asked the young lady. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, Rose." + </p> + <p> + "He looks like a nice boy." + </p> + <p> + Fred blushed at the compliment, but coming from such lips he found it very + agreeable. + </p> + <p> + "Thank you," he said. + </p> + <p> + "How old are you?" continued Rose. "I'm fourteen." + </p> + <p> + "I am three years older." + </p> + <p> + "When I am three years older I shall be a young lady." + </p> + <p> + "I don't think I shall ever be a young lady," said Fred demurely. + </p> + <p> + "Why, of course you won't, you foolish boy," said Rose, with a merry + laugh. "Papa, may I invite Fred to my New Year's party?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, if you like." + </p> + <p> + "You'll come, won't you?" asked Rose. + </p> + <p> + "If your father approves," answered Fred, hesitating. + </p> + <p> + "Of course he does. Didn't he say so? If you'll tell me where you live, + I'll send you a card. Do you dance?" + </p> + <p> + "Not much; but I will practise beforehand." + </p> + <p> + "That's right. You must dance with me, you know." + </p> + <p> + "Rose," said her father gravely, "are you under the impression that this + is Leap Year? You seem to be very attentive to this young man." + </p> + <p> + Rose was the pride of her father's heart, as she might well be, for she + was an unusually attractive child, and had been a good deal indulged, but + by no means spoiled. Mr. Wainwright had no foolish ideas about + exclusiveness, and was not disturbed by his daughter's cordiality to Fred. + </p> + <p> + "Do you play backgammon, Fred?" asked Rose, after some further + conversation. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, a little." + </p> + <p> + "Then I'll get the backgammon board, and we'll have a game." + </p> + <p> + Fred was not a skilful player, and the young lady beat him three games in + succession, which put her in high spirits. Her favorable opinion of Fred + was confirmed, and when he rose to go she pressed him to come again. + </p> + <p> + "Thank you," said Fred, "I shall be very glad indeed to come." + </p> + <p> + "Rose," said her father, after Fred's departure, "it seems to me you have + been flirting with Fred." + </p> + <p> + "He's a nice boy, don't you think so, papa?" + </p> + <p> + "I hope he will prove so, for I am going to take him into my office." + </p> + <p> + "That's good. Then I shall see him often." + </p> + <p> + "Really, Rose, I was a little alarmed lest you should make him an offer + this evening." + </p> + <p> + "You needn't be afraid, papa. I will wait till I am a little bit older." + </p> + <p> + "And then shall you offer yourself to Fred?" + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps I shall if I don't see any one I like better." + </p> + <p> + "You must remember he is poor." + </p> + <p> + "That doesn't make any difference. You can give us all the money we want." + </p> + <p> + "A very satisfactory arrangement, upon my word! I am glad you don't insist + upon getting married at once, but give me a few hours to get reconciled to + the thought." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0025" id="link2HCH0025"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXV. — ROSE WAINWRIGHT'S PARTY. + </h2> + <p> + As Fred would make his debut in fashionable society at Rose Wainwright's + party, he was naturally solicitous to make a favorable impression. He had + for some time been intending to procure a new suit, but hesitated on + account of the expense. Now with a new position in prospect, and a liberal + salary he no longer delayed, but purchased a neat black suit—a + misfit—for seventeen dollars, and a few small articles of which he + stood in need. + </p> + <p> + The next thing required was to obtain some knowledge of dancing. + Fortunately he was acquainted with a gentleman who gave private as well as + class lessons, and was a very successful teacher. He called upon Professor + Saville, and asked him if he could qualify him to make a creditable + appearance at the party. + </p> + <p> + "How much time have you?" asked the professor. + </p> + <p> + "Ten days." + </p> + <p> + "Then come to me every evening, and I will guarantee to make you more than + an average dancer in that time." + </p> + <p> + "And your terms?" + </p> + <p> + "To you will be half price. I know very well, Fred, that you are not a + millionaire, and will adapt my terms to your circumstances." + </p> + <p> + Professor Saville kept his word, and when the eventful day arrived Fred + felt a degree of confidence in his newly-acquired skill. When he was + dressed for the party in his new suit, with a white silk tie and a pair of + patent leather shoes, it would have been hard to recognize him as a poor + train boy. + </p> + <p> + "You look nice, Fred," said Albert. + </p> + <p> + "Do I? I must give you a dime for that compliment. Now don't go and spend + it for whisky." + </p> + <p> + "I never drink whisky," said Albert, indignantly. + </p> + <p> + "I was only joking, Bertie. Well, mother, I will bid you good-evening." + </p> + <p> + "I wish you a pleasant time, Fred. Shall you be out late?" + </p> + <p> + "I can't tell, mother. It is so long since I have been to a fashionable + party that I have forgotten when they do close." + </p> + <p> + Some of the boys who attended Miss Wainwright's party engaged cabs, but + Fred would have thought this a foolish expenditure. It was a dry crisp + day, with no snow on the ground, and he felt that it would do him no harm + to walk. He did not expect to meet any one he knew, but on turning into + Madison Avenue, he nearly ran into Raymond Ferguson. + </p> + <p> + Raymond did not at first recognize him. When he did, he surveyed him in + his party dress in unconcealed amazement. + </p> + <p> + "Where did you get that rig?" he inquired, with more abruptness than + ceremony. + </p> + <p> + Fred was glad to meet Raymond, and enjoyed his surprise. + </p> + <p> + "I bought it," he answered briefly. + </p> + <p> + "But why did you buy it? I don't see where you found the money. You'd + better have saved it for food and rent." + </p> + <p> + "I'll think over your advice, Cousin Raymond," said Fred with a twinkle of + fun in his eyes. + </p> + <p> + "Were you going to call at our house?" asked Raymond. + </p> + <p> + "Not this evening." + </p> + <p> + "I don't care to have you call me Cousin Raymond." + </p> + <p> + "I won't, then. I am just as much ashamed of the relationship as you are." + </p> + <p> + "If that's a joke it's a very poor one," said Raymond, provoked. + </p> + <p> + "It's no joke, I assure you." + </p> + <p> + Fred seemed so cool and composed that his cousin was nonplussed. He + started as if to go on, but curiosity got the better of him. + </p> + <p> + "You haven't told me where you were going in that absurd dress," he said. + </p> + <p> + "I don't see anything absurd in it. I am going to a party." + </p> + <p> + "To a party? what party?" + </p> + <p> + "Miss Rose Wainwright's." + </p> + <p> + "What, the daughter of Mr. Wainwright, the broker?" asked Raymond, + incredulously. + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + Now it happened that Raymond had been particularly anxious to get an + invitation to this party. Some of his friends at the Columbia Grammar + School were going and he had intrigued, but unsuccessfully, to get a card + of invitation. The idea that his cousin—an obscure train boy—had + succeeded where he had failed seemed absurd and preposterous. It + intensified his disappointment, and made him foolishly jealous of Fred. + </p> + <p> + "There must be some mistake about this," he said harshly. "You only + imagine that you are invited." + </p> + <p> + "I am not quite a fool, Cousin Raymond—excuse me, Mr. Ferguson. What + do you say to this?" + </p> + <p> + He drew from his pocket a note of invitation requesting the favor of Mr. + Fred Fenton's company at Miss Rose Wainwright's New Year's party. + </p> + <p> + "How did she happen to send you this card?" asked Raymond, his surprise + increasing. "You don't mean to say you know Rose Wainwright?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I know her. I spent an evening at the house nearly two weeks ago, + and played backgammon with her." + </p> + <p> + "I never heard the like. Have any bootblacks been invited?" + </p> + <p> + "I don't know. The young lady didn't tell me who were coming." + </p> + <p> + "Take my advice and don't go." + </p> + <p> + "Why not?" + </p> + <p> + "You will be about as much at home at a fashionable party as a cat would + be at the opera." + </p> + <p> + "But I have accepted the invitation." + </p> + <p> + "That won't matter. You can write a note tomorrow saying that you thought + it wiser to stay away." + </p> + <p> + "Besides there is another objection." + </p> + <p> + "What is that?" + </p> + <p> + "Rose expects me to dance with her." + </p> + <p> + "You dance!" + </p> + <p> + "Certainly, why not?" + </p> + <p> + "I begin to think you are crazy, Fred Fenton." + </p> + <p> + "I don't see why." + </p> + <p> + "Of course you can't dance." + </p> + <p> + "Of course I can. I am a pupil of Professor Saville. But I must bid you + good evening, as it is time I was at the party." + </p> + <p> + Raymond gazed after Fred as he walked toward the scene of the evening's + enjoyment with corrugated brows. + </p> + <p> + "I never heard of anything more ridiculous," he muttered. "It's like a + beggar on horseback. Think of a poor boy like Fred figuring at Rose + Wainwright's party. It is disgusting." + </p> + <p> + Fred would not have had his share of human nature if he had not enjoyed + the discomfiture of his haughty cousin. + </p> + <p> + "He thinks this world was made for him," he said to himself. "There would + be no place for me in it if he had his will." + </p> + <p> + The broker's house was blazing with light, and already many of the young + guests had arrived. Plants and flowers were to be seen in profusion, and + the mansion wore a holiday look. Fred was dazzled, but did not allow + himself to appear ill at ease. + </p> + <p> + "Second floor back," said the servant who admitted him. + </p> + <p> + Fred went up-stairs and arranged his toilet in the room appropriated to + gentlemen. Three or four other boys were present, but he knew no one. With + one of these, an attractive boy of his own age, Fred stumbled into + acquaintance, and they went downstairs together. + </p> + <p> + "Come with me." said the other boy, "we will pay our respects to Rose + together." + </p> + <p> + Fred was glad to have some one take him in tow, and said so, adding, + "Won't you tell me your name?" + </p> + <p> + "My name is George Swain. I am a Columbia schoolboy." + </p> + <p> + "And mine, Fred Fenton. I am in Mr. Wainwright's office." + </p> + <p> + Rose greeted both boys cordially. She glanced approvingly at Fred's dress. + She had been a little uncertain whether he would be able to appear in + suitable costume. + </p> + <p> + "You won't forget our dance?" she said, smiling. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, no; I am counting upon it." + </p> + <p> + "Then put down your name here," and she presented a card containing the + order of dances. + </p> + <p> + "May I put down my name, too?" asked George + </p> + <p> + "Certainly. I shall be pleased to dance with you." + </p> + <p> + When his turn came Fred acquitted himself very creditably, thanks to his + skilful instructor, Professor Saville. + </p> + <p> + At ten o'clock a series of tableaux was announced. At one end of the + dining-room a miniature stage had been erected, and there was a circular + row of footlights. In the third tableau, Rose took part. She incautiously + drew too near the footlights, and in an instant her dress caught fire. + </p> + <p> + There was a wild scene of excitement. All seemed to have lost their + presence of mind except Fred. Occupying a front seat, he jumped to his + feet in an instant, stripped off his coat, and jumping on the stage + wrapped it round the terrified Rose. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0026" id="link2HCH0026"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXVI. — FRED BECOMES A NEWSPAPER HERO. + </h2> + <p> + "Lie down instantly! Don't be alarmed! I will save you," said Fred + rapidly, as he reached the girl. + </p> + <p> + He spoke in a tone of authority required by the emergency, and Rose obeyed + without question. Her terror gave place to confidence in Fred. Her prompt + obedience saved her life. A minute's delay, and it would have been too + late. + </p> + <p> + There was a wild rush to the stage. First among those to reach Fred and + the little girl was Mr. Wainwright. He had seen his daughter's peril, and + for a moment he had been spellbound, his limbs refusing to act. Had Fred + been affected in the same way, the life of Rose would have been + sacrificed. + </p> + <p> + "Are you much hurt, my darling?" he asked, sick with apprehension. + </p> + <p> + "Just a little, papa," answered Rose, cheerfully. "If it hadn't been for + Fred, I don't know what would have happened." + </p> + <p> + The coat was carefully removed, and it was found that the chief damage had + been to the white dress. The little girl's injuries were of small account. + </p> + <p> + Fortunately there was a physician present, who took Rose in hand, and did + what was needed to relieve her. + </p> + <p> + "It is a miracle that she was saved, Mr. Wainwright," he said. "But for + this brave boy——" + </p> + <p> + "Hush, doctor, I cannot bear to think of it," said Mr. Wainwright with a + shudder. "I can never forget what you have done for me and mine," he + added, turning to Fred, and wringing his hand. "I won't speak of it now, + but I shall always remember it." + </p> + <p> + Fred blushed and tried to escape notice, but the guests surrounded him and + overwhelmed him with congratulations. One little girl, the intimate friend + of Rose, even threw her arms round his neck and kissed him, which caused + Fred to blush more furiously then ever. But upon the whole he bore himself + so modestly that he won golden opinions from all. + </p> + <p> + The incident put an end to the party. As soon as it was understood that + Rose was in no danger, the guests began to take their leave. + </p> + <p> + George Swain and Fred went out together. + </p> + <p> + "Fred, you have shown yourself a hero," said his friend warmly. + </p> + <p> + "You would have done the same thing," said Fred. + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps I should, but I should not have acted so promptly. That was the + important point. You had your wits about you. I was sitting beside you, + but before I had time to collect my thoughts you had saved Rose." + </p> + <p> + "I acted on the impulse of the moment." + </p> + <p> + "How did you know just what to do—making her lie down, you know?" + </p> + <p> + "I read an account of a similar case some months since. It came to me in a + moment, and I acted upon it." + </p> + <p> + "If I ever catch fire, I hope you'll be on hand to put me out." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, yes," laughed Fred. "I'll stand you on your head directly." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you! It's a good thing to have a considerate friend." + </p> + <p> + "Did you have a pleasant evening, Fred?" asked Mrs. Fenton. "Are you not + home earlier than you expected?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, mother. There was as an accident that broke up the party." + </p> + <p> + He described the affair, but said nothing of his own part in it. + </p> + <p> + The next morning, after Fred had taken breakfast and gone to business, a + neighbor came in. + </p> + <p> + "I congratulate you, Mrs. Fenton," she said. "You have a right to be proud + of Fred." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you," said the widow, puzzled. "I'm glad you think well of him." + </p> + <p> + "There's few boys that would have done what he did." + </p> + <p> + "What has he done?" asked Mrs. Fenton, stopping short on her way to the + pantry. + </p> + <p> + "You don't mean to say you don't know? Why, it's in all the papers." + </p> + <p> + "I am sure I don't know what you are talking about." + </p> + <p> + "Didn't I tell you how he saved the little girl from burning to death?" + </p> + <p> + "Was it Fred who saved her? He didn't tell me that." + </p> + <p> + "Of course it was. Read that, now!" + </p> + <p> + She put in the hand of the widow a copy of the <i>Sun</i> in which the + whole scene was vividly described. + </p> + <p> + "What do you say now, Mrs. Fenton?" + </p> + <p> + "That I am all the more proud of Fred because he did not boast of what he + did," and a look of pride shone in the widow's eyes. + </p> + <p> + That morning, when Raymond Ferguson entered the breakfast-room rather + later than usual, he found his father reading a paragraph in the Sun with + every appearance of surprise. + </p> + <p> + "What is it, papa?" asked Raymond. + </p> + <p> + "Read that!" + </p> + <p> + Raymond took the paper, and his eye was drawn to some conspicuous + headlines. + </p> + <h3> + A NARROW ESCAPE FROM A TERRIBLE DEATH! + </h3> + <h3> + A BROKER'S DAUGHTER IN FLAMES! + </h3> + <h3> + SAVED BY A BOY'S HEROISM! + </h3> + <h3> + A TRAGIC SCENE AT A NEW YEAR'S PARTY! + </h3> + <p> + "Why, it's Rose Wainwright!" said Raymond excitedly. "Whom do you think I + saw on his way to the party last evening?" + </p> + <p> + "Fred Fenton." + </p> + <p> + "How did you hear it?" asked Raymond in surprise. + </p> + <p> + "Read the account and you will understand." + </p> + <p> + This is what Raymond read: + </p> + <p> + Last evening a terrible tragedy came near being enacted at the house of + the well-known broker, John Wainwright. The occasion was a juvenile party + given by his little daughter Rose, eleven years of age. One part of the + entertainment provided was a series of tableaux upon a miniature stage at + one end of the dining-room. All went well till the third tableau, in which + the young hostess took part, She incautiously approached too near the + footlights, when her white dress caught fire and instantly blazed up. All + present were spellbound, and it seemed as if the little girl's fate was + sealed. Luckily one of the young guests, Fred Fenton, retained his + coolness and presence of mind. Without an instant's delay he sprang upon + the stage, directed the little girl to lie down, and wrapped his coat + around her. Thanks to his promptitude, she escaped with slight injuries. + By the time the rest of those present recovered from the spell of terror, + Rose was saved. + </p> + <p> + We understand that the brave boy who displayed such heroic qualities was + formerly a train boy on the Erie Railroad, but is now employed in the + office of Mr. Wainwright. + </p> + <p> + Raymond read this account with lowering brow. He felt sick with jealousy. + Why had he not been lucky enough to receive an invitation to the party, + and enact the part of a deliverer? He did not ask himself whether, if the + opportunity had been afforded, he would have availed himself of it. It is + fortunate for Rose that she had Fred to depend upon in her terrible + emergency, and not Raymond Ferguson. There was little that was heroic + about him. A hero must be unselfish, and Raymond was the incarnation of + selfishness. + </p> + <p> + "Your cousin seems to have become quite a hero," said Mr. Ferguson, as + Raymond looked up from the paper. + </p> + <p> + "Don't call him my cousin! I don't care to own him." + </p> + <p> + "I don't know," said his father, who was quite as selfish, but not as + malicious as Raymond. "I am not sure but it will be considered a credit to + us to have such a relative." + </p> + <p> + "Anybody could have done as much as he did," said Raymond in a tone of + discontent. "Here's some news of your train-boy, Luella," he continued, as + his sister entered the room. + </p> + <p> + "Has he been arrested?" asked Luella listlessly. + </p> + <p> + "Not at all! He turns out to be a hero," said her father. + </p> + <p> + "I suppose that is a joke." + </p> + <p> + "Read the paper and see." + </p> + <p> + The young lady read the account with as little pleasure as Raymond. + </p> + <p> + "How on earth came a boy like that at the Wainwrights' house?" she said + with a curl of the lip. "Really, society is getting very much mixed." + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps," said her father, "it was his relationship to the future + Countess Cattelli." + </p> + <p> + Luella smiled complacently. She had fallen in with an Italian count, an + insignificant looking man, very dark and with jet black hair and mustache, + of whom she knew very little except that he claimed to be a count. She + felt that he would propose soon, and she had decided to accept him. She + did not pretend to love him, but it would be such a triumph to be + addressed as the Countess Cattelli. She would let Alfred Lindsay see that + she could do without him. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0027" id="link2HCH0027"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXVII. — A CONFIDENTIAL MISSION. + </h2> + <p> + When Fred met Mr. Wainwright at the office the next morning his employer + greeted him with a pleasant smile, but did not stop to speak. Fred felt + relieved, for it embarrassed him to be thanked, and since the evening + previous no one had met him without speaking of his heroism. Now Fred was + inclined to be modest, and he could not possibly feel that he had done + anything heroic, though he was quite aware that he had saved the life of + Rose Wainwright. He looked upon it rather as a fortunate opportunity for + rendering his employer a valuable service. + </p> + <p> + At one o'clock Fred took his hat, intending to go to lunch. He lunched at + a quiet place in Nassau Street, and never spent over twenty-five cents for + this meal, feeling that he must give the bulk of his salary to his mother. + </p> + <p> + He was just going out when he heard his name called. + </p> + <p> + Looking back, he saw that it was the broker himself who was speaking to + him. Mr. Wainwright had his hat on, and seemed about going out, too. + </p> + <p> + "You must go to lunch with me to-day, Fred." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, sir," answered Fred respectfully. + </p> + <p> + They walked through Wall Street together, the broker chatting pleasantly. + On the way Fred met Raymond, who stared in surprise and disgust as he saw + the intimate terms on which Fred appeared to be with his wealthy employer. + Mr. Wainwright led the way into an expensive restaurant of a very select + character, and motioned Fred to sit down at a table with him. + </p> + <p> + After the orders were given, he said: "I have invited you to lunch with + me, as I could not speak at the office without being overheard. Of course + the great service which you rendered me and mine last evening, I can never + forget. I do not propose to pay you for it." + </p> + <p> + "I am glad of that, sir," said Fred earnestly. + </p> + <p> + "I feel that money is entirely inadequate to express my gratitude, but I + shall lose no opportunity of advancing your interests and pushing you on + in business." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, sir." + </p> + <p> + "Indeed, it so happens that I have an opportunity even now of showing my + confidence in you." + </p> + <p> + Fred listened with increased attention. + </p> + <p> + "Some months since," continued the broker, "a confidential clerk who had + been employed in my office for years suddenly disappeared, and with him + about fifteen thousand dollars in money and securities. As they were my + property, and no one else was involved, I did not make the loss public, + thinking that I might stand a better chance of getting them back." + </p> + <p> + "But, sir, I should think the securities would be sold, and the amount + realized spent." + </p> + <p> + "Well thought of, but there was one hindrance. They were not negotiable + without the indorsement of the owner in whose name they stood." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir, I see." + </p> + <p> + "Sooner or later, I expected to hear from them, and I have done so. + Yesterday this letter came to me from my defaulting clerk." + </p> + <p> + He placed a letter, with a Canadian postmark in Fred's hand. + </p> + <p> + "Shall I read it?'" asked Fred. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, do so." + </p> + <p> + This was the letter: + </p> + <h3> + MR. WAINWRIGHT, + </h3> + <p> + DEAR SIR—I am ashamed to address you after the manner in which I + have betrayed your confidence and robbed you, but I do it in the hope of + repairing to some extent the wrong I have committed, and of restoring to + you a large part of the stolen bonds. If it depended on myself alone I + should have little difficulty, but I had a partner in my crime. I may say + indeed that I never should have robbed you had I not been instigated to it + by another, This man, who calls himself Paul Bowman, I made acquaintance + with at a billiard saloon in New York. He insinuated himself into my + confidence, inquired my salary, denounced it as inadequate, and finally + induced me to take advantage of the confidence reposed in me to abstract + the securities which you lost. He had made all arrangements for my safe + flight, accompanying me, of course. We went to Montreal first, but this is + so apt to be the refuge of defaulters that we finally came to the small + village from which I address these lines. + </p> + <p> + There was a considerable sum of money which we spent, also five hundred + dollars in government bonds on which we realized. The other securities we + have not as yet been able to negotiate. I have proposed to Bowman to + restore them to you by express, and trust to your kindness to spare us a + criminal prosecution, and enable us to return to the States, for which I + have a homesick longing. But he laughs the idea to scorn, and has managed + to spirit away the bonds and conceal them in some place unknown to me. Of + course this makes me entirely dependent upon him. To make matters worse, I + have fallen sick with rheumatism, and am physically helpless. + </p> + <p> + If you could send here a confidential messenger who could ascertain the + hiding-place of the bonds, I would thankfully consent to his taking them + back to you, and I would make no conditions with you. If you felt that you + could repose confidence in me once more. I would willingly return to your + employment, and make arrangements to pay you by degrees the value of the + money thus far expended by Bowman and myself. There are still thirteen + thousand five hundred dollars' worth of securities left untouched in their + original packages. + </p> + <p> + We are living in a small village called St. Victor, thirty miles from the + American line. We occupy a small cottage rather out of the village, and go + by our own names. Do not write to me, for the letter would be seen by Paul + Bowman, and defeat my plans, but instruct your messenger to seek a private + interview with me. I am detained at home by sickness at present, but + Bowman is away most of the day. He is fond of hunting, and spends + considerable of the day in the woods, while his evenings are spent at the + inn, where there is a pool table. I have managed to send this to the post + office by a small girl who comes here in the morning to make the bed and + sweep. Hoping earnestly that this communication may reach you, I sign + myself + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Your repentant clerk, + + JAMES SINCLAIR. +</pre> + <p> + Fred read this letter with great interest. "He seems to write in good + faith," he said, as he handed it back. + </p> + <p> + "Yes; Sinclair is not so wicked as weak. I quite believe him when he says + that it was Bowman who instigated him to the deed." + </p> + <p> + "Do you think there is any chance of recovering the securities?" asked + Fred. + </p> + <p> + "That depends upon whether I can secure a discreet and trustworthy + messenger." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir; I suppose that is important." + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps you can suggest some one?" said the broker, eying Fred + attentively. + </p> + <p> + Fred shook his head. + </p> + <p> + "I have too few acquaintances to think of anyone who would be fit," he + answered. + </p> + <p> + "Would you undertake it yourself?" asked Mr. Wainwright. + </p> + <p> + "I?" stammered Fred in genuine surprise. + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "But don't you think I am too young?" + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps your youth may be a recommendation." + </p> + <p> + "I don't see how, sir." + </p> + <p> + "By drawing away suspicion from you. Should I send a man, the appearance + of a stranger in a small place like St. Victor—I think it has little + more than a thousand inhabitants—would very likely excite the + suspicions of this Bowman, and so defeat the chances of success." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir, I see that." + </p> + <p> + "Of course your youth presents this objection—that you may not have + the requisite judgment and knowledge of the world for so delicate a + mission." + </p> + <p> + "That is what I am afraid of, sir." + </p> + <p> + "Still, I have observed you closely, and have found you prompt, + self-reliant, and possessed of unusual good sense. So, upon the whole, + having no other person in my mind, I have decided to send you to St. + Victor if you will consent to go." + </p> + <p> + "I will certainly go, sir, if you desire it, and will do my best to + succeed." + </p> + <p> + "That is all that any one could do, whatever might be his age and + experience. When will you be ready?" + </p> + <p> + "To-morrow, if you wish it, sir." + </p> + <p> + "The sooner the better. I shall provide you with ample funds to defray + your expenses. As to instructions, I have none to give. You must be guided + by circumstances, and fall back in times of perplexity upon your natural + shrewdness. Now let us address ourselves to the dinner." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0028" id="link2HCH0028"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXVIII. — ST. VICTOR. + </h2> + <p> + "So this is St. Victor," said Fred, as he got out of the train on the + Grand Trunk Railroad, and looked about him curiously. + </p> + <p> + It was a small, unpretending village, composed entirely of frame houses, + of modest size, and a few small stores kept, as the signs indicated, by + Frenchmen. On a little elevation stood a wooden Catholic church, + surmounted by a cross. + </p> + <p> + "It seems a quiet place," thought Fred. "I shall find it dull enough, but + if I accomplish my purpose I won't complain of that." + </p> + <p> + He scarcely needed to inquire for the village inn, for it was in plain + sight, not a hundred yards from the station. As the town seemed to be + peopled chiefly by French residents it would have been natural to conclude + that the hotel also would be French. This, however, was not the case, for + the Lion Inn (there was a swinging signboard adorned by the figure of a + lion, the work of a fourth-rate sign painter) was kept by a short, stout, + red-faced Englishman, who stood in the doorway as Fred came up, valise in + hand. + </p> + <p> + "Is this the hotel?" asked Fred. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir," was the reply. + </p> + <p> + "I should like to stay with you for a while." + </p> + <p> + "All right, sir. Come right in, and we'll accommodate you with a room. + Have you had supper?" + </p> + <p> + "No. I should like some, for I am very hungry." + </p> + <p> + "It shall be ready for you, sir, in a jiffy. Will 'am and heggs suit you, + sir?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I shall relish them." + </p> + <p> + "James, take the young gentleman's bag up to No. 5." + </p> + <p> + "I should like water and towels, as I have had a long and dusty ride." + </p> + <p> + Fred was ushered into a small bedroom on the second floor, very plainly + furnished, but the train boy was not accustomed to luxurious + accommodations, and found it satisfactory. He indulged himself in a + thorough ablution, then sat down at the window, which was in the front of + the house. + </p> + <p> + Soon there was a knock at the door, and the boy James made his appearance. + </p> + <p> + "Please, sir, your supper's ready," he said. + </p> + <p> + "And so am I," returned Fred with alacrity. + </p> + <p> + He descended to a small dining-room, adjoining the bar. It was not more + than twelve feet square, and from its size it might be inferred that the + Lion Inn was seldom overrun with guests. + </p> + <p> + Fred sat down at the table alone, but presently a man of thirty-five or + thereabouts entered and took a seat opposite him. + </p> + <p> + "Good evening, young man," he said. "Where do you come from?" + </p> + <p> + "Good evening," answered Fred, civilly. "I come from New York." + </p> + <p> + The other arched his brows. + </p> + <p> + "So do I," he said. "What sent you here to this out-of-the-way place?" + </p> + <p> + "There's good hunting hereabouts, isn't there?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, are you fond of hunting?" + </p> + <p> + "I like it pretty well. I've just had a present of a handsome rifle." + </p> + <p> + It should be mentioned here that before Fred left New York Mr. Wainwright + had given him a gun which would serve him as an excuse for his journey. + </p> + <p> + "We'll go out together to-morrow. My name's Bowman." + </p> + <p> + Fred heard the name with a thrill of excitement. Why, this must be the man + referred to in Sinclair's letter as having instigated him to the crime. He + surveyed Bowman with attention, taking stock of him, so to speak. He found + him to be a man of middle height, rather spare than stout, with dark, + shifty eyes and a sallow complexion. He wore a mustache, but no whiskers. + </p> + <p> + "I may find it worth while to get well acquainted with him," thought Fred. + "I shall be glad to go out with you," he said aloud. + </p> + <p> + "That's all right! But how does a boy like you happen to be traveling so + far from home?" + </p> + <p> + "I have a vacation," said Fred. "I have never been in Canada, and thought + it would be something new to come here." + </p> + <p> + "I'm pretty tired of it, I can tell you." + </p> + <p> + "Then why do you stay?" asked Fred innocently. + </p> + <p> + "My partner's taken down with rheumatism, and I can't leave him," answered + Bowman in a tone of hesitation. "When he gets well I may go back to New + York." + </p> + <p> + "I doubt if you will," thought Fred. + </p> + <p> + "Were you in a business position in New York?" asked Bowman. + </p> + <p> + "I have been for some time train boy on the Erie Railroad," answered Fred, + feeling that it would never do to mention his connection with Mr. + Wainwright. + </p> + <p> + "Train boys don't usually have money to spend on vacation trips," said + Bowman shrewdly. + </p> + <p> + "That's true," laughed Fred. "If I had depended on my savings, I shouldn't + have been able to go farther than Hoboken, or Coney Island, but a rich + friend supplied me with a moderate sum for expenses." + </p> + <p> + "Then you were in luck." + </p> + <p> + Fred was a little afraid that Bowman would inquire the name of the rich + friend, and made up his mind that he would evade answering. However, his + companion showed no curiosity on the subject. + </p> + <p> + "Will you take a glass of ale with me?" asked Bowman, as he filled his own + glass from a bottle beside his plate. + </p> + <p> + "No, thank you. I have no taste for it." + </p> + <p> + "I didn't like it myself at first but I've come to like it." + </p> + <p> + "Does your partner board with you at the hotel?" asked Fred. + </p> + <p> + "No," was the careless reply. "We have a small cottage just out of the + village." + </p> + <p> + "I wonder how he gets along for meals," thought Fred. + </p> + <p> + However that might be, Paul Bowman didn't permit anxiety to interfere with + his own appetite. He did ample justice to the supper, and so indeed did + Fred. Fortunately the ham and eggs were well cooked, and the loaf of bread + was fresh. In place of ale Fred contented himself with tea. + </p> + <p> + At length they rose from the table. + </p> + <p> + "This is a beastly hole—St. Victor, I mean," said Bowman, as he led + the way to the reading-room, "but the eating is fair. An Englishman keeps + the inn, and though he has no French kickshaws on his table, he gives you + solid food and enough of it. Do you smoke? I believe I have a cigar + somewhere, but I smoke a pipe myself." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you," answered Fred, "but I don't smoke. I used to smoke + cigarettes, but a young man—an acquaintance of mine—died of + cigarette-smoking, so the doctor said, and I gave it up." + </p> + <p> + "Smoking never hurt me that I know of," said Bowman. "Even if it did, + what's a man to do in this dull hole? Shall you stay here long?" + </p> + <p> + "I don't know how long. It's a cheap place to stay in, isn't it?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, it has that recommendation." + </p> + <p> + "Then I may stay a week possibly," said Fred in an off-hand way. + </p> + <p> + "I've been here six weeks," said Bowman. + </p> + <p> + "Then you have had a chance to get well acquainted with St. Victor." + </p> + <p> + "A good deal better than I want to be. I was just getting ready to leave, + when my partner had a sharp attack of rheumatism." + </p> + <p> + "Is he from New York too?" + </p> + <p> + "No, from Philadelphia," answered Bowman cautiously, though he had no + suspicion that Fred was other than he represented himself. + </p> + <p> + "I have never been in Philadelphia," said Fred indifferently. "What is + your partner's name?" + </p> + <p> + "James Sinclair," answered Bowman after a moment's hesitation. "Have you + ever heard that name before?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "Where?" I asked Bowman quickly. + </p> + <p> + "I had a schoolmate of that name." + </p> + <p> + "Oh! Yes, I suppose the name is not an uncommon one. Do you play + billiards?" + </p> + <p> + "I have seen it played." + </p> + <p> + "There is a poor table in the house. Such as it is, it may afford us a + little recreation. Will you try a game?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, if you will teach me." + </p> + <p> + Fred felt that it was his policy to cultivate the acquaintance of Mr. + Bowman, as it might afford him an opportunity to obtain the information he + desired. He had never played a game of billiards, but he was willing to + try it. + </p> + <p> + "Come in, then," said Bowman. + </p> + <p> + He led the way into a room opposite the office, where stood a + venerable-looking billiard table, probably twenty years old. It had been + given to the landlord some years before by a gentleman, and it had seen + hard service since then. + </p> + <p> + They played one game, and were about to commence another when a small girl + with black hair cut short entered the room. + </p> + <p> + "Monsieur Bowman," she said, "your friend would like to see you. He feels + quite bad." + </p> + <p> + "Plague take it!" said Bowman pettishly. "I can do him no good, but I + suppose I shall have to go." + </p> + <p> + "Is it your partner?" asked Fred. + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "If you don't mind I will walk over with you." + </p> + <p> + "Glad of your company. Claudine, tell Mr. Sinclair that I will be with him + directly." + </p> + <p> + "<i>Oui, monsieur,</i>" and the little girl vanished. + </p> + <p> + "I wish Sinclair would get well or something," grumbled Bowman, as they + walked to the lower end of the main street of the village. "It's hard luck + for me to be tied to a sick man." + </p> + <p> + "Still he has the worst of it," suggested Fred, who was not altogether + pleased with the cold selfishness of his companion. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I suppose so; but it isn't right that I should suffer for his + misfortune." + </p> + <p> + "Do you employ a doctor?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; I called in a doctor once—a Frenchman—Dr. St. Hilaire. + He left some medicines, and Sinclair takes them." + </p> + <p> + "He doesn't seem to get better, then?" + </p> + <p> + "At any rate he is very slow about it," said Bowman, who spoke as if his + unfortunate friend were in fault. + </p> + <p> + At last they reached the cottage. It was very small, containing three + rooms and an attic. Bowman opened the door, and entered what might perhaps + be designated as the sitting-room, though it contained a bed, on which, + propped up by pillows, lay James Sinclair. + </p> + <p> + "What's amiss with you, Sinclair?" grumbled Bowman. + </p> + <p> + "Everything is amiss. You have left me alone all day." + </p> + <p> + "What good could I do you if I were here? It would only mope me to death." + </p> + <p> + "I have had nothing to eat since morning, except a boiled egg." + </p> + <p> + "Why not? Couldn't you send Claudine after food?" + </p> + <p> + "Of what use would that be, when I had no money to give her? I warrant you + have had your regular meals." + </p> + <p> + "I took my meals at the hotel—it was more convenient." + </p> + <p> + "I warrant me you took care to provide for yourself. At least give me some + money so that I may not quite starve." + </p> + <p> + "Money, money, all the time! Do you know, Sinclair, our stock is running + very low?" + </p> + <p> + "I demand my share of it as long as it lasts. You take advantage of my + helplessness——" + </p> + <p> + "There's a dollar! Mind you make it last as long as possible," said + Bowman. "It will be well to put off your complaints till another time, for + I have brought company." + </p> + <p> + He signaled to Fred, who had remained outside, to enter, and the boy did + so. He regarded the sick man with interest and sympathy, not alone because + he seemed in sorry plight, and ill treated by his companion in crime, but + also because he was clearly the less guilty of the two, and seemed + disposed to make amends to the man whom he had wronged. + </p> + <p> + James Sinclair, unprepared for the advent of a boy, regarded him with + surprise. + </p> + <p> + "Who is this?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "My name is Fred Fenton," answered the train boy, remembering that Bowman + was as yet ignorant of his name. + </p> + <p> + "He is a guest at the inn," explained Bowman carelessly. "He arrived + to-night. He will be some company for me in this dull hole. We were + playing a game of billiards when Claudine broke in and told me you wanted + to see me. I expected to find you at the point of death," he finished + impatiently. + </p> + <p> + "That may come sooner than you think," said Sinclair. "May I ask where you + come from, young man?" he added, in a tone of suppressed eagerness which + Fred well understood. + </p> + <p> + "I come from New York," answered the boy, trying to throw a degree of + significance into this brief answer. + </p> + <p> + "From New York!" said Sinclair, in some excitement, and trying to read in + Fred's face whether he was the expected messenger. "You have come for your + health, I suppose?" + </p> + <p> + "Not exactly for that, for my health is always good, but I thought it + might be a pleasant place to spend an unexpected holiday that has been + granted me." + </p> + <p> + "Pleasant!" repeated Bowman scornfully. "If you can find anything pleasant + at St. Victor, you will have greater luck than I." + </p> + <p> + "Is Claudine in the kitchen?" asked the sick man. "Claudine!" he called, + raising his voice. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, monsieur," answered the little handmaid, appearing at the door. + </p> + <p> + "Go to the baker's and buy a loaf of bread. Here is money. Is there any + tea left?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, monsieur." + </p> + <p> + "Then buy a cupful of milk and half a pound of sugar. I am almost + famished. A cup of tea and some toast will put new life into me." + </p> + <p> + Claudine departed on her errand, and Sinclair once more fixed his eyes on + Fred. There was a question he very much wished to ask, but in Bowman's + presence he could not do it safely. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0029" id="link2HCH0029"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIX. — FRED TAKES THE FIRST STEP. + </h2> + <p> + "And so you come from New York?" Sinclair repeated, for the want of + something better to say. + </p> + <p> + "When did you leave the city, may I ask?" + </p> + <p> + "On Tuesday." + </p> + <p> + "Then you came directly here?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I came directly here." + </p> + <p> + "You must then have heard of St. Victor before starting." + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "Yet I fancy it is so obscure that its existence can be known to very few + in the great city." + </p> + <p> + "I presume you are right. I was recommended to come here by a friend." + </p> + <p> + "Ah!" commented James Sinclair, beginning to think he was right, though it + seemed to him very strange that Mr. Wainwright should have selected so + young a messenger. "I should like to see New York once more." + </p> + <p> + "Who wouldn't?" interposed Bowman impatiently. "In New York you can <i>live.</i> + Here in St. Victor one can only vegetate." + </p> + <p> + "Don't you expect to go back to New York some day, Mr. Sinclair?" asked + Fred. + </p> + <p> + "I don't know; I hope so." + </p> + <p> + "When our business in Canada is completed," said Bowman, "we shall + probably both go back." + </p> + <p> + "Are you going to sleep here to-night, Bowman?" asked Sinclair. + </p> + <p> + "No, I think not. I have taken a room in the hotel." + </p> + <p> + "You must do as you like, of course, but it is lonely for me. Besides I + might need assistance." + </p> + <p> + "Let the girl stay here, then. I should make a miserable sick nurse. I + will ask young Fenton, here, if it is reasonable to expect me to bury + myself in such a cheerless place when it will do no good." + </p> + <p> + Fred was disgusted with the man's selfishness. "If I had a friend sick," + he said, "I think I would be quite willing to keep him company." + </p> + <p> + "You say so now, but wait till the time comes." + </p> + <p> + "Your words, Mr. Fenton," said Sinclair, "embolden me to ask you a favor." + </p> + <p> + "Name it," said Fred, in a tone of kindly encouragement. + </p> + <p> + "I spend all my time alone, except when Claudine is ministering to my + wants. Your time is hardly likely to be very much occupied in this dull + place. Can't you spare me an hour or two at your convenience during the + day?" + </p> + <p> + "You have promised to go hunting with me tomorrow," interrupted Bowman. + </p> + <p> + "That is true. I will go with you in the forenoon, and in the afternoon I + will call on Mr. Sinclair." + </p> + <p> + Bowman shrugged his shoulders. + </p> + <p> + "It is a rash promise. You will be sorry for having made it." + </p> + <p> + "I will risk that," answered Fred. + </p> + <p> + Sinclair gave him a grateful glance. The promise cheered him, and kindled + hopes in his breast. Now he would have a chance of learning, when alone + with Fred, whether he came as a messenger from Mr. Wainwright. If so, and + through his means he could make restitution and regain his place and lost + character, he would still have something to live for. He execrated his + folly in weakly submitting to the guidance of Paul Bowman, and for having + taken that first step in crime, which is so difficult to retrace. + </p> + <p> + "Don't forget your promise," he said earnestly as Fred rose to go. + </p> + <p> + "I won't fail you," replied Fred quietly. + </p> + <p> + "You're in for it now," remarked Bowman, as they started to walk home. + "You might as well turn sick nurse at once as give up your time to + Sinclair." + </p> + <p> + "I might be sick sometime myself," said Fred, "and in that case I should + be sorry to be left alone." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, well, suit yourself," said Bowman carelessly. "I'd rather it would be + you than me, for that matter. I shall expect you to go out to the woods + with me in the forenoon." + </p> + <p> + "All right!" + </p> + <p> + "Well," thought Fred, as he slipped into bed at ten o'clock, "I've made a + beginning. I have formed the acquaintance of both parties to the robbery. + The next step will be more difficult." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0030" id="link2HCH0030"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXX. — A HUNTING EXCURSION. + </h2> + <p> + Fred did not rise till eight o'clock the next morning. He was fatigued by + his long journey, and slept late. When he descended, he found Bowman + seated at the breakfast-table. + </p> + <p> + "I got ahead of you," said Bowman. + </p> + <p> + "How long have you been down-stairs?" + </p> + <p> + "About ten minutes." + </p> + <p> + "Are we likely to have a good day for hunting?" + </p> + <p> + "Good enough," answered Bowman, indifferently. "I am not an enthusiastic + sportsman. I only take to it to fill up a part of my time. It is about the + only thing I can do in this dull hole." + </p> + <p> + "You might read. I brought two or three novels in my valise, and will lend + yon one if you care for it." + </p> + <p> + "I don't care for reading. Stories tire me. I used to read the daily + papers in New York, but can't get hold of any here New York dailies, I + mean. I don't care for Canadian papers unless they contain news from New + York." + </p> + <p> + "I have with me the <i>Tribune, World,</i> and <i>Sun,</i> of day before + yesterday." + </p> + <p> + "I should like to see them," said Bowman, eagerly. "If you will bring them + down, I will look over them in the woods." + </p> + <p> + "All right! I am glad I saved them. I had a mind to throw them away, or + leave them in the car." + </p> + <p> + The breakfast was plain, but Fred and Bowman, who were the only guests, + were not difficult to suit. + </p> + <p> + Ten minutes later they were on their way to the woods. They went across + the fields, taking a footpath trodden in the snow, which materially + shortened the distance. But even tramping this far tired Bowman, and when + they reached a small rock that cropped out from the expanse of white, he + declared that he must rest awhile. + </p> + <p> + He took a seat on the bowlder and began to read one of the papers he had + brought with him. + </p> + <p> + Five minutes later he uttered an exclamation of surprise. Fred looked at + him inquiringly. + </p> + <p> + "Do you find news of any of your friends?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, Teddy Donovan has escaped from Sing Sing." + </p> + <p> + "That's the bank burglar, isn't it?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, and one of the smartest men in the profession." + </p> + <p> + "You know him, then?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes," answered Bowman. "I got acquainted with him some years ago. Of + course," he added, feeling some explanation necessary, "I didn't know that + he was a burglar till later. Poor fellow, it is his only fault." + </p> + <p> + Fred was privately of opinion that it was rather a serious fault. + </p> + <p> + "He's a smart fellow," Bowman continued, "and he led the police a long + chase before they nabbed him. I've often urged him to turn over a new leaf + and lead an honest life or he'd fetch up in prison, but he only laughed, + and that was all the good it did. I wish Teddy would find his way up + here." + </p> + <p> + "Do you think he will be able to elude recapture?" + </p> + <p> + "Well, he's sharp enough for almost anything." + </p> + <p> + "I suppose there are a good many men of his kind in Canada," said Fred + innocently. + </p> + <p> + "Yes," replied Bowman, adding in a jocular tone. "I didn't know but that + might have brought you here." + </p> + <p> + "Oh, no!" laughed Fred. "I'm as straight and honorable as you are." + </p> + <p> + "Good joke!" exclaimed Bowman, slapping his thigh. "Shake!" + </p> + <p> + Bowman extended his hand, and Fred shook it, though it was not clear to + him what the joke was or why he should shake hands with his companion + because they both happened to be straight and honorable. + </p> + <p> + The hunt was now begun, for Fred caught sight of a jack rabbit skimming + across the snow. He lifted his gun, and was fortunate enough to bring his + game down. This fired Bowman with the spirit of emulation, and putting the + papers back in his pocket, he started off in search of a companion trophy + to that of his young friend. + </p> + <p> + He did not find it until the ex-train boy had knocked over two more + "bunnies" and as Fred continued to keep ahead of him in the amount of game + bagged, Mr. Paul Bowman soon became disgusted and proposed a return to the + hotel, where he would have an opportunity to finish his perusal of the New + York papers by the reading-room stove. + </p> + <p> + As Fred's nose was being nipped by the frost, and he felt that he had + wrought sufficient destruction among the rabbit tribe, he readily fell in + with the suggestion. + </p> + <p> + Half an hour later he was thawing himself out when Bowman suddenly looked + up from the <i>World</i> and asked abruptly: + </p> + <p> + "Did you ever hear of John Wainwright, the broker and banker?" + </p> + <p> + Fred was on his guard and answered cautiously: + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I believe I have heard of him. He has an office on Broadway, hasn't + he?" + </p> + <p> + "No, on Wall Street." + </p> + <p> + "Did you ever work for him?" + </p> + <p> + "No; but an acquaintance of mine did," said Bowman carelessly. "He's got a + pile of money, I expect." + </p> + <p> + "Very likely. Most bankers have, haven't they?" + </p> + <p> + "I suppose so, but they're not in my line. I used to be a dry goods + clerk." + </p> + <p> + "In New York?" + </p> + <p> + "No, in Baltimore." + </p> + <p> + "I don't know anything about Baltimore." + </p> + <p> + If Bowman at any time entertained any suspicions about Fred they were + dissipated by his next remark. + </p> + <p> + "I might like to go to Baltimore to work. Would you recommend me to the + firm you used to work for?" + </p> + <p> + "I believe they have gone out of business, but you'd better stick to New + York, youngster. There's better chances there than in Baltimore." + </p> + <p> + The gong for dinner now sounded, and as their tramp through the snow had + given them both good appetites, they lost no time in answering its + summons. + </p> + <p> + When dinner was over Bowman asked: + </p> + <p> + "What are you going to do with yourself this afternoon?" + </p> + <p> + "I promised to call on your friend in the cottage. Will you go with me?" + </p> + <p> + "Not I. I can fill up my time more agreeably. You will find it awfully + stupid." + </p> + <p> + "Very likely; but I like to keep my promises." + </p> + <p> + "The landlord's going to ride to Hyacinth, about ten miles away, on + business. He's invited me to ride with him. I wish there were room in the + sleigh for you." + </p> + <p> + "I can put that off till another time. I hope you will have a pleasant + ride." + </p> + <p> + "It will fill up the time, anyway." + </p> + <p> + "Have you any message to your partner?" asked Fred, as he stood ready to + start on his walk. + </p> + <p> + "No. Tell him to get well as fast as he can, so that we can get away from + this beastly place. That's all." + </p> + <p> + James Sinclair was lying on the bed with a look of weariness on his face + when Fred pushed open the outer door and entered. + </p> + <p> + Sinclair's face brightened up. + </p> + <p> + "You didn't forget your promise, Mr. Fenton?" lie said. + </p> + <p> + "No, I always keep my promises when I can." + </p> + <p> + "You are very kind to a poor sick man. You have no idea how long the hours + seem in this quiet cottage with no one to look at or speak to but + Claudine." + </p> + <p> + "I can imagine it." + </p> + <p> + "And Claudine understands very little English. Most of the people in St. + Victor, as I suppose you know, are French." + </p> + <p> + "I judged this from the signs over the shops." + </p> + <p> + "Very few English-speaking people find their way here. It is for this + reason that I was somewhat surprised to see you here." + </p> + <p> + "I should not have come here," returned Fred pointedly, "if you had not + been here." + </p> + <p> + "You came here to see me?" ejaculated Sinclair in excitement. + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "Then you must come from Mr. Wainwright." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I come from him in response to the letter which he received from + you." + </p> + <p> + "Thank God!" said Sinclair, fervently. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0031" id="link2HCH0031"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXI. — FRED HAS AN UNDERSTANDING WITH SINCLAIR. + </h2> + <p> + "Mr. Wainwright showed me the letter you wrote to him," went on Fred. + </p> + <p> + "Excuse me," said Sinclair, looking puzzled, "but you seem very young to + be taken into Mr. Wainwright's confidence." + </p> + <p> + "I am only seventeen." + </p> + <p> + "I don't understand it." + </p> + <p> + "Nor do I," answered Fred, smiling, "but Mr. Wainwright is right in + supposing that I will do my best for him." + </p> + <p> + "Does he give you full powers in this matter?" + </p> + <p> + "Read this letter and you can judge for yourself." + </p> + <p> + The sick man eagerly held out his hand, and read carefully the letter + which Fred placed in it. It ran thus: + </p> + <p> + JAMES SINCLAIR: The bearer of this letter has full powers to treat with + you. I am glad you realize the wrong you have done me, and am prepared to + consider your case in a generous spirit. The theft is known only to those + who committed it, my young messenger and myself. On the return of the + bonds I will take you back into my employment. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + JOHN WAINWRIGHT. +</pre> + <p> + Tears came to the eyes of Sinclair. + </p> + <p> + "How kind and considerate Mr. Wainwright is!" he said in a tone of + emotion. "Read this letter." + </p> + <p> + "You are right, but I would do the same." + </p> + <p> + Sinclair extended his hand which Fred shook cordially. + </p> + <p> + "I am not as bad as you may suppose. It was Bowman who, by his artful + hints and allurements, induced me to rob my employer. I have never ceased + to repent it." + </p> + <p> + "Are you prepared to restore the bonds? That will set you right." + </p> + <p> + "When I wrote the letter I was prepared, but now I must depend on you to + find them." + </p> + <p> + "You don't know where they are?" asked Fred in dismay. + </p> + <p> + "No. You see that trunk at the other end of the room?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "They were there until three days ago. Then Bowman, who kept the key, + opened the trunk in my presence, and took out the package of bonds, + locking the trunk after him." + </p> + <p> + "'What are you doing?' I asked. + </p> + <p> + "'Going to put these bonds into a place of security,' he answered. + </p> + <p> + "'Are they not safe in the trunk?' I asked. + </p> + <p> + "'No;' he replied, 'suppose, during my absence, a thief should enter the + house? You are confined to the bed by rheumatism. What resistance could + you make?' + </p> + <p> + "'But that is very improbable,' I persisted. + </p> + <p> + "'I don't know about that. This is a lonely cottage, and might be entered + at any time,' he rejoined. + </p> + <p> + "'Where are you going to put the bonds?' I asked uneasily, + </p> + <p> + "He evaded a reply, but promised to tell me when I recovered my health. I + protested, for we were jointly concerned in the robbery, and half the + proceeds belonged to me. At any rate, I had as much title to them as he. + But the contest was not an equal one. Had I been a well man I would have + forcibly prevented his carrying out his purpose, but what could I do, + racked with pain as I was, and unable to sit up in bed? I was worse off + then than I am now." + </p> + <p> + "So he carried off the bonds?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, and I don't know where he carried them. You see, that complicates + matters." + </p> + <p> + "I do see," answered Fred, perplexed, "and I don't see the way out of the + difficulty. Have you any idea where he can have concealed the securities?" + </p> + <p> + "No." + </p> + <p> + "Do you think he would keep them in his room at the hotel? It is just + across the hall from mine, on the second floor." + </p> + <p> + "No, I don't. A hotel room would be a much less secure place than this + cottage, and Bowman is a shrewd man." + </p> + <p> + "That is true." + </p> + <p> + "He has probably found some outside place of concealment. Where, of + course, I can give you no hint. But I would advise you to follow him, + watch his movements, and learn what you can. He will be sure to visit the + place where the bonds are hidden from time to time, if only to make sure + that they are still safe." + </p> + <p> + "Then I shall have to do some detective work?" + </p> + <p> + "Precisely." + </p> + <p> + "I have read a good many detective stories, but I don't know that any of + them will help me in this matter. There is one thing I am afraid of." + </p> + <p> + "What is that?" + </p> + <p> + "You say Bowman is a shrewd man. He will be likely to find out that I am + following him and become suspicions." + </p> + <p> + "He would if you were a man, but as you are a boy he won't be likely to + think that you are interested in the matter." + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Wainwright was of opinion that I should be less likely to excite + suspicion than a grown man." + </p> + <p> + "The old man is smarter than I gave him credit for." + </p> + <p> + "I see no other way than to follow your directions. Are you in much pain + to-day?" + </p> + <p> + "No, less than for some time. I think it is my mental trouble that + aggravates my physical malady. Now that you are here, and something is to + be done to right the wrong I have committed. I am sure I shall rapidly + recover. Were you with Bowman this morning?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, we went out in the woods together. I had a few New York papers which + he read with interest." + </p> + <p> + "Have you them with you?" asked Sinclair eagerly. "You don't know how I + hunger for home news." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I brought them along, as I thought you might like to read them." + </p> + <p> + "I will read them after you are gone. Now we will converse." + </p> + <p> + "Have you a family?" asked Fred. + </p> + <p> + "I am not a married man but I have a mother," answered Sinclair, his eyes + filling. + </p> + <p> + "Does she know——" + </p> + <p> + "Of my disgrace? No, I was obliged to tell a falsehood and represent that + I was going to Canada on business. I have been in constant dread that my + crime would get into the papers and she would hear it. Poor mother! I + believe that it would kill her!" + </p> + <p> + "You didn't think of that when you took the bonds?" + </p> + <p> + "I thought of nothing. Bowman gave me no time to think. What I did was + done on the impulse of the moment without consideration. Oh, if I had only + stopped to think!" he concluded with a sigh. + </p> + <p> + For Fred it was a great moral lesson. He was honest by nature, but there + is no one who cannot be strengthened against temptation. The sum taken by + Sinclair was large, but it had not made him happy. Probably he had never + been more miserable than in the interval that had elapsed since his theft. + Judging between him and Bowman. Fred felt sure that it was Sinclair who + had been weak, and Bowman who had been wicked. Now his only hope was to + recover his lost position, to get back to where he stood when he yielded + to temptation and robbed a kind and considerate employer. + </p> + <p> + "Where is Bowman this afternoon?" asked Sinclair. + </p> + <p> + "He told me he was going to ride to Hyacinth with the landlord. He seems + to find time hanging heavy on his hands." + </p> + <p> + "He is much better off than I am. It is bad enough to be sick but when to + this is added a burden of remorse, you can imagine that my position is not + enviable." + </p> + <p> + At five o'clock Fred rose from his chair and took his hat. + </p> + <p> + "I must be going," he said. "We have supper at the hotel at six, and I may + as well be punctual." + </p> + <p> + "Will you call again?" asked Sinclair, eagerly. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, but perhaps I had better not spend too much time with you. It may + give rise to suspicions on the part of your partner." + </p> + <p> + "Don't call him my partner! I don't want to admit any connection between + us. There has been a connection, it is true, but as soon as I can bring it + about it will be closed, and then I hope never to see or hear of Paul + Bowman as long as I live." + </p> + <p> + "I shall get to work to-morrow," said Fred. "I think it will be best for + me not to call here till the day after. We must not appear to be too + intimate." + </p> + <p> + When Fred returned to the hotel he found Bowman just arrived. + </p> + <p> + "Where have you been all the afternoon?" asked Bowman. + </p> + <p> + "Part of the time I spent with your friend, Mr. Sinclair." + </p> + <p> + "What did he find to talk about?" asked Bowman, eying Fred sharply. + </p> + <p> + "Chiefly about New York and his health. He doesn't seem contented here." + </p> + <p> + "No wonder. It's the dullest hole I was ever in. Is he any better?" + </p> + <p> + "He thinks so." + </p> + <p> + "I wish he'd get well quick. I want to go to some larger place." + </p> + <p> + "I suppose Montreal is a more interesting town." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, there is something going on there. We were fools to leave it." + </p> + <p> + After supper Fred played a few games of billiards with Bowman. Evidently + he was not suspected as yet. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0032" id="link2HCH0032"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXII. — FINDING A CLEW. + </h2> + <p> + The object which Fred had in view now, was to ascertain where Bowman had + hidden the securities taken from the trunk in Sinclair's cottage. + Precisely how to set about it he did not know. He had never had any + experience in detective work, and had only his native shrewdness to depend + upon. + </p> + <p> + It occurred to him, however, that Bowman would be likely from time to time + to visit the place where he had secreted the bonds in order to make sure + that they were safe. This he was hardly likely to do when in Fred's + company, but only when alone. When, therefore, he should see Bowman + starting off on a solitary expedition he decided if possible to follow + him. + </p> + <p> + "Do you feel like going out on the river this morning?" asked Bowman, as + they rose from breakfast. + </p> + <p> + "I don't mind. It will help to fill up the time." + </p> + <p> + For many years such an open winter had not been known. The unusual warmth + had left the lake as free from ice as in the early fall. But for a slight + covering of snow there would have been nothing to indicate that it was + winter. + </p> + <p> + "Your vacation is likely to be a slow one here," suggested Bowman. + </p> + <p> + "Yes; St. Victor isn't a very lively place." + </p> + <p> + "I wonder you are willing to stay here," said Bowman, with momentary + suspicion. + </p> + <p> + "I have so much excitement in New York and in my daily rides on the Erie + road, that I don't mind the dulness as much as many would. Still if you + and Mr. Sinclair were not here, I should cut short my visit at once." + </p> + <p> + Bowman did not understand the hidden meaning of this speech, and naturally + interpreted it in a sense complimentary to himself. + </p> + <p> + "Sinclair isn't much company," he said. "He is down in the dumps on + account of his rheumatism. I suppose he thinks I ought to stay in the + cottage with him, but I couldn't stand it." + </p> + <p> + "I suppose you are in business together," observed Fred, innocently. + </p> + <p> + "Did he say so?" + </p> + <p> + "Not exactly, but I inferred from what he did say that you had some + business connection." + </p> + <p> + "Yes," answered Bowman, hesitatingly. "We have a joint investment. I don't + think, however, that we shall remain connected long. He doesn't suit me. + He is too slow and cautious." + </p> + <p> + Fred did not think it necessary to comment on this statement. + </p> + <p> + They went down to the lake, and were soon rowing to the middle of it. Here + they tried fishing, but did not meet with much success. They gave it up + and rowed across to the opposite side. + </p> + <p> + "Will you take charge of the boat for half an hour?" asked Bowman, turning + to Fred. "I am going on shore." + </p> + <p> + "Certainly, if you wish it." + </p> + <p> + "I have a fancy for exploring these woods. I would invite you to go with + me, but the boat might be taken, and that would subject us to some + inconvenience." + </p> + <p> + "I would just as soon stay here," said Fred carelessly. + </p> + <p> + "Then it's all right." + </p> + <p> + Fred watched Bowman as he made his way in among the trees, and it struck + him at once that ha had secreted the bonds somewhere in the neighborhood + and was about to visit the hiding-place. + </p> + <p> + "If I could only leave the boat and follow him," he said to himself + eagerly. But he decided at once that this would never do. It would + inevitably excite Bowman's suspicion, and then his chance of success would + be wholly gone. He must be cautious at all hazards. + </p> + <p> + He did not return to the middle of the lake, but rowed lazily along the + shore, from time to time directing a glance toward the woods. + </p> + <p> + "To-morrow I will make an excuse for not going with Bowman, and will come + out here and do a little exploring myself," he resolved. + </p> + <p> + At one point his attention was drawn to a boy who was sitting under a tree + near the edge of the water. + </p> + <p> + "May I get into your boat?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "For a short time. A gentleman is with me who has gone on shore for a + little while." + </p> + <p> + "I know. I've seen him here often." + </p> + <p> + "Have you?" asked Fred with interest. "So he comes here a good deal, does + he?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, he comes here mostly alone, and goes into the woods. Once me and + another boy got into the boat and rowed while he was gone." + </p> + <p> + "I suppose he enjoys walking in the woods." + </p> + <p> + "It ain't that," said the boy significantly. + </p> + <p> + "What is it, then?" asked Fred, trying to repress his excitement. + </p> + <p> + "I think he's got business in the woods." + </p> + <p> + "What business can he have there?" + </p> + <p> + "I think he's got something hidden there." + </p> + <p> + "What makes you think so?" + </p> + <p> + "You won't tell him what I say, will you?" + </p> + <p> + "I saw him when he first came here. He had a bundle done up in paper. He + left the boat and went into the woods, and when he came back he didn't + have the paper." + </p> + <p> + "He may have had it in his pocket." + </p> + <p> + "No, he didn't. It was a big package, and if it had been in his pocket it + would have made it bulge out." + </p> + <p> + "I see you are quite an observing boy. I dare say you are right. What do + you think there was in the package?" + </p> + <p> + "I guess it was money. If I had a lot of money I wouldn't hide it in the + woods." + </p> + <p> + "Nor I," answered Fred, laughing. + </p> + <p> + "I'd buy a trunk and keep it inside." + </p> + <p> + "Somebody might open the trunk." + </p> + <p> + "Any way it would be safer than hiding it in the woods." + </p> + <p> + "I don't know but you are right. I hope the time will come when you and I + will have a lot of money to conceal." + </p> + <p> + "Is the man a friend of yours?" asked the boy. + </p> + <p> + "We are boarding at the same hotel. I have only known Mr. Bowman two + days." + </p> + <p> + "Is he from the States?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes. I believe he came from New York." + </p> + <p> + "Where do you come from?" + </p> + <p> + "I live in New York too." + </p> + <p> + "I'd like to see New York. I'd go there if my father would let me." + </p> + <p> + "I am not sure but you are better off here. Some boys have a hard time + making a living in New York." + </p> + <p> + "I thought everybody in New York was rich." + </p> + <p> + "If you ever come to New York you'll find out your mistake," rejoined + Fred, laughing. + </p> + <p> + "If you ain't a friend of Mr. Bowman, as you call him," said the boy, + lowering his vice, "I'll tell you something." + </p> + <p> + "I wish you would. Mr. Bowman is not a friend of mine, but there is no one + else to keep company with, so I go round with him." + </p> + <p> + "I know where he has hidden his money." + </p> + <p> + "Is this true?" asked Fred in excitement. + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "But how did you find out?" + </p> + <p> + "One day I followed him. I dodged behind trees and kept out of sight. Once + he came near seeing me when he looked back, but I was just in time. By and + by he came to the place." + </p> + <p> + "What sort of a place?" + </p> + <p> + "Did I say I would tell you?" asked the boy shrewdly. + </p> + <p> + "No, but I will make it worth your while." + </p> + <p> + The boy eyed Fred with suspicion, and his manner became cold. + </p> + <p> + "Do you want to rob him?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "No." + </p> + <p> + "Then why do you want to know where he has hid his money?" + </p> + <p> + Fred deliberated hurriedly. There was no way except to take the boy into + his confidence. + </p> + <p> + "I see you are an honest boy," he said, "and I like you better for it." + </p> + <p> + "That's all right, but why do you want me to tell you where Mr. Bowman has + hidden his money?" + </p> + <p> + "Can you keep a secret?" + </p> + <p> + "Is there a secret?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; the package which this man has hidden contains bonds which he stole + from a New York banker." + </p> + <p> + "How do you know that?" + </p> + <p> + "Because I am sent to get them back, if possible. That is why I have come + to St. Victor, and that is why I have formed the acquaintance of Mr. + Bowman." + </p> + <p> + "Is this true?" asked the boy, not wholly without suspicion. + </p> + <p> + "Listen and I will tell you the story. I must be quick, for Mr. Bowman may + be back any minute." + </p> + <p> + "There he is now." + </p> + <p> + "Meet me to-morrow at ten in the morning just back of the place where you + were sitting when I took you on board the boat, and I will tell you all. + In the name of Mr. Wainwright I will agree to pay you a hundred dollars, + if by your help I recover the bonds." + </p> + <p> + "It's a bargain!" said the boy, his eyes sparkling. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0033" id="link2HCH0033"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXIII. — SUCCESS! + </h2> + <p> + "Who is that boy?" asked Bowman carelessly, as he re-entered the boat. + </p> + <p> + "I don't know. He asked me to take him for a little row, and I was glad to + have him for company." + </p> + <p> + "I have been taking a stroll through the woods. In fact, I was brought up + in the woods," said Bowman with a laugh. + </p> + <p> + Fred understood that he was trying to give a plausible explanation of his + absence. + </p> + <p> + "I like the woods myself," he rejoined. "Do they extend far?" + </p> + <p> + "Not very far. I enjoyed my stroll in among the trees, even barren as they + are now of leaves, very much. It brought back to my mind my schoolboy + days." + </p> + <p> + Bowman seemed in quite good spirits. Evidently he had found that his + secret hiding-place had not been discovered. + </p> + <p> + "How much longer are you going to stay in St. Victor?" he asked after a + pause. + </p> + <p> + "I don't know," answered Fred slowly. "I may take a fancy to go away any + day." + </p> + <p> + "I wish I could go too. I am tired of this place." + </p> + <p> + "I suppose you are waiting for Mr. Sinclair to recover." + </p> + <p> + "Yes," answered Bowman, but there was hesitation in his tone. + </p> + <p> + A sudden suspicion entered Fred's mind. Was Bowman meditating giving his + confederate the slip, and deserting him, taking the bonds with him? Had he + perhaps taken the package from its hiding-place and got it concealed about + his person? A careful scrutiny satisfied Fred that this was not the case. + But it was quite possible that he would make another visit the next day, + and remove the bonds then. + </p> + <p> + "I must lose no time," he thought, "or I shall lose my opportunity." + </p> + <p> + They reached the hotel in time for dinner. + </p> + <p> + "What are you going to do this afternoon?" asked Bowman. + </p> + <p> + "I haven't thought particularly," answered Fred indifferently. + </p> + <p> + "Suppose we play poker? The landlord has a pack of cards." + </p> + <p> + "I don't know the game." + </p> + <p> + "It won't take long to learn. I will show you how it is played." + </p> + <p> + "I don't care for cards. I may call on Mr. Sinclair." + </p> + <p> + Bowman shrugged his shoulders. + </p> + <p> + "You must enjoy his society," he said. + </p> + <p> + "I don't go there for enjoyment. My visit may cheer the poor man." + </p> + <p> + "All right! I'll see if the landlord isn't going to drive somewhere." + </p> + <p> + "I hope he is," thought Fred. "It will get Bowman out of the way." + </p> + <p> + About half-past two Bowman entered the public room where Fred was reading. + </p> + <p> + "I'm going for a drive," he announced. "I'll see you at supper." + </p> + <p> + "Very well!" + </p> + <p> + Fred waited till Bowman drove out of the yard, and then, taking his gun, + went off himself. But he did not turn his steps in the direction of + Sinclair's cottage. He had ascertained that there was a way of going by + land to that part of the woods where he had met his young companion of the + morning. He had made up his mind to repair to the spot now on the chance + of finding the boy, and securing the bonds that very afternoon. He felt + that there was no time to be lost. + </p> + <p> + It would have been easier and shorter to take the boat, and the landlord + would have made no objection. But some one might see him out on the lake, + and this would excite Bowman's suspicions, especially when he discovered + that the bonds were missing. So Fred chose the land route as the wiser one + to take under the circumstances. + </p> + <p> + The distance was quite two miles, but Fred did not mind that. The prize + for which he was striving was too great for him to shrink from such a + trifle as that. + </p> + <p> + He reached the other side of the pond, but no one was in sight. He walked + about anxiously looking here and there. + </p> + <p> + "I hope I shall not have my walk for nothing," he said to himself. + </p> + <p> + But luck was in his favor. Walking at random he all at once heard a boy's + whistle. He quickened his steps, and almost directly, to his great + delight, he recognized, sauntering along, the very lad he had taken out in + the boat in the morning. + </p> + <p> + "Hallo, there!" he cried. + </p> + <p> + The boy turned quickly. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, it's you, is it?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "I thought you were to meet me to-morrow morning." + </p> + <p> + "So I was, but I did not dare to wait. I think Bowman will get the bonds + to-morrow, and make a bolt of it." + </p> + <p> + "Then what do you propose to do?" + </p> + <p> + "I want you to get the package for me to-day." + </p> + <p> + "Do you think I will get into any trouble?" asked the boy cautiously. "It + won't be stealing, will it?" + </p> + <p> + "It would be if the bonds were Bowman's, but they are not. They belong to + a rich banker in New York, as I have already told you, and in showing me + where they are you are aiding justice." + </p> + <p> + "Will I get the hundred dollars, sure?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I will guarantee that. What is your name?" + </p> + <p> + "John Parton." + </p> + <p> + "I will take it down. As soon as I get back to New York I will see that + the money is sent you." + </p> + <p> + "I'll chance it," said the boy. "You look honest, and I believe you." + </p> + <p> + "Go on, then, and I will follow you." + </p> + <p> + John led the way into the thickest part of the wood. He paused in front of + a large tree, partly gone to decay. The trunk was hollow, containing a + large cavity. + </p> + <p> + "The package is there," he said. + </p> + <p> + "Get it for me," returned Fred, "and there your task will end. I will + undertake the rest." + </p> + <p> + In less than five minutes the package was placed in Fred's hands. + </p> + <p> + He opened his vest and placed it inside, carefully pinning it to the + waistcoat, so that it might not slip down. + </p> + <p> + "It will be awkward to carry," he said, "on account of its size. I wish it + were safe in Mr. Wainwright's possession." + </p> + <p> + Then a new idea came to him. + </p> + <p> + "Is there any express office near here?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "The nearest is at Hyacinth, five or six miles away." + </p> + <p> + "I should like to go there. Do you know where I can hire a team?" + </p> + <p> + "We are not using ours to-day," said John. + </p> + <p> + "Then," said Fred promptly, "I will hire it, paying any price your father + considers satisfactory, and I will engage you to drive me over. You know + the way?" + </p> + <p> + "I've been there hundreds of times." + </p> + <p> + "Then it is all right. Do you think we can have the team? I'll pay two + dollars for that, and a dollar for your services as driver." + </p> + <p> + "It's a go! Come right along! Our house is less than half a mile away." + </p> + <p> + Then the two boys emerged from the woods, and made their way to a + comfortable farmhouse, situated in the midst of fertile fields. John went + into the house, and presently came out with his mother. + </p> + <p> + "Are you the young man that wants to go to Hyacinth?" she asked. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, ma'am." + </p> + <p> + "Well, I don't know of any objection. Don't stay too long." + </p> + <p> + "I'll be back in time for supper, mother." + </p> + <p> + "Did your mother ask you what I was going for?" asked Fred. + </p> + <p> + "No; I told her you wanted to take a ride." + </p> + <p> + "That will answer. I wish there was enough snow left for sleighing." + </p> + <p> + The horse was quickly harnessed to an open buggy, and the two boys got in. + John took the reins, and turned out of the yard. Soon they were speeding + over the road that led to Hyacinth. It was a pleasant drive, but Fred was + too much occupied by thoughts of what he carried to pay much attention to + the scenery. + </p> + <p> + At length they turned into the principal street of Hyacinth. + </p> + <p> + The express office was just across the way from the railway depot. + </p> + <p> + Fred entered and inquired, "How soon will a package start for New York?" + </p> + <p> + "In about an hour." + </p> + <p> + "As it is valuable, I will get you to put it up securely, and seal it." + </p> + <p> + "Very well." + </p> + <p> + The agent wrapped it up in some thick brown paper, gave it to Fred to + direct, and then laid it carefully away. + </p> + <p> + "Do you wish to insure it?" he asked. "What is the value?" + </p> + <p> + "I will insure it for five hundred dollars." + </p> + <p> + Fred knew that this would secure extra care, and he did not care to name + the real worth lest it might tempt some employee to dishonesty. + </p> + <p> + "Now," he said, as they left the office, "I feel easy in my mind." + </p> + <p> + But when the boys were half way home, they overtook another buggy, + containing two occupants. One of them was the landlord of the Lion Inn, + the other was Paul Bowman. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0034" id="link2HCH0034"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXIV. — BOWMAN'S PANIC. + </h2> + <p> + Paul Bowman, who was driving, the landlord having given up the reins to + him, checked the horse and hailed Fred in evident surprise. + </p> + <p> + "Where have you been?" he inquired abruptly. + </p> + <p> + "I have been to ride," answered Fred, with an appearance of unconcern. + </p> + <p> + "I thought you were going to call on Sinclair." + </p> + <p> + "So I was, but after you left I decided to take a walk in another + direction. I met John, and engaged him to take me to drive." + </p> + <p> + "Are you going home now?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I think so. Can you take me to the hotel, John?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes," answered his companion readily. + </p> + <p> + "Then we will follow along behind Mr. Bowman." + </p> + <p> + Of course there could be no private conversation, so John and he spoke on + indifferent topics. When they reached the hotel Fred jumped from the + buggy. + </p> + <p> + "Good-by, John," he said. "You will hear from me soon," he added in a + significant tone. + </p> + <p> + Then he joined Bowman, who was wholly unsuspicious of the disaster that + had befallen him. + </p> + <p> + "I should like to go over to Sinclair's," thought Fred, "but I suppose + Bowman will expect me to keep him company." + </p> + <p> + But in this he was agreeably disappointed. + </p> + <p> + At seven o'clock the landlord drove round, and Bowman sprang into the + buggy. + </p> + <p> + "Sorry to leave you, Fred," he said, "but we are going to Vaudry on a + little business. Hope you won't be lonely." + </p> + <p> + "Never mind me, Mr. Bowman. I think I will go over to see Mr. Sinclair. He + will probably expect me. Have you any message?" + </p> + <p> + Bowman looked significantly at the landlord. + </p> + <p> + "Tell him I will call to-morrow or next day," he said. "At present I am + very busy." + </p> + <p> + The two drove away, leaving Fred and a stable boy named Jack looking after + them. + </p> + <p> + "He's going to skip to-morrow," said Jack confidentially. + </p> + <p> + "Who?" + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Bowman." + </p> + <p> + "How do you know?" asked Fred in excitement. + </p> + <p> + "I heard him say so to the boss. He doesn't want you to know it." + </p> + <p> + "Why not?" + </p> + <p> + "He is afraid you will tell his partner, the sick man." + </p> + <p> + Fred whistled. + </p> + <p> + "That is news," he said. "I suspected it might be so, but didn't know for + sure." + </p> + <p> + "Shall you tell Mr. Sinclair?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, I think I ought to do so." + </p> + <p> + "That's so! He's a nicer man than old Bowman." + </p> + <p> + Fred, immersed in thought, walked over to the cottage. James Sinclair + received him with evident joy. + </p> + <p> + "I expected you this afternoon," he said. "The hours seemed very long." + </p> + <p> + "I was employed on very important business," said Fred significantly. + </p> + <p> + "You don't mean——" + </p> + <p> + "I mean," said Fred, bending over and whispering in the sick man's ear, + "that I have found the bonds." + </p> + <p> + "Where are they?" + </p> + <p> + "On the way to New York, by express." + </p> + <p> + "What a burden off my heart!" ejaculated Sinclair fervently. "Tell me + about it," he added, after a pause. + </p> + <p> + Fred did so. + </p> + <p> + "Now," he added, "there will be nothing to prevent your coming to New York + and taking your old place." + </p> + <p> + "I think I shall recover now," responded Sinclair. "Your news makes me + feel fifty per cent. better." + </p> + <p> + "I have more news for you." + </p> + <p> + "What is it?" + </p> + <p> + "Bowman is planning to leave St. Victor to-morrow, without a word to you. + He means to leave you in the lurch." + </p> + <p> + "He can go now. I shall be glad to part with him—and forever." + </p> + <p> + "That is his intention, but when he finds the bonds have disappeared, I + don't know what he may decide to do." + </p> + <p> + "When do you mean to start for New York?" + </p> + <p> + "I would start to-night if I could." + </p> + <p> + "You can. There is a train which passes through St. Victor at ten o'clock + this evening. But, no, on second thought it goes to Ottawa." + </p> + <p> + "I don't care where it goes. I don't wish to remain in St. Victor any + longer than is absolutely necessary. Besides, if Bowman suspects and + follows me he will be likely to think I have gone in a different + direction." + </p> + <p> + "I am sorry to have you go, Mr. Fenton." + </p> + <p> + "We shall meet again soon, I hope in New York." + </p> + <p> + Fred reached the inn at nine o'clock, left the amount of his bill in an + envelope with the boy Jack, and walked over to the station, where he + purchased a ticket for Ottawa. While he was in the depot building Bowman + and the landlord drove by. Before they had reached the inn the train came + up and Fred entered the rear car. + </p> + <p> + He breathed a sigh of relief as the cars quickened their speed and St. + Victor faded in the distance. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile Bowman and the landlord reached the hotel. Jack, the stable-boy, + came forward and took charge of the team. + </p> + <p> + "Here is a letter for you, Mr. Bluff," he said. + </p> + <p> + "A letter!" repeated the landlord, with a look of wonder. He opened it and + uttered a cry of surprise. + </p> + <p> + "The boy's gone!" he ejaculated. + </p> + <p> + "What boy?" asked Bowman, not suspecting the truth. + </p> + <p> + "Young Fenton." + </p> + <p> + "Gone away! What do you mean?" + </p> + <p> + "Read that." + </p> + <p> + He passed the note to Bowman, who read as follows: + </p> + <p> + DEAR SIR:—I am called away on business. I enclose the amount due + you. If it is not right I will communicate with you as soon as I have + reached New York. Remember me to Mr. Bowman. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + FRED FENTON. +</pre> + <p> + "Called away on business!" repeated Bowman suspiciously. "That is queer. + What did the boy say?" he asked of Jack. "When did he first speak of going + away?" + </p> + <p> + "I think he made up his mind sudden, sir." + </p> + <p> + "Did he say where he was going?" + </p> + <p> + "He said he was goin' back to New York." + </p> + <p> + "Received a summons from his employer, I suppose." + </p> + <p> + "Very likely, sir." + </p> + <p> + "Do you know if he went to see Mr. Sinclair?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir. He went fust part of the evenin'." + </p> + <p> + "Then Sinclair can tell me about it." + </p> + <p> + "Very likely, sir." + </p> + <p> + Not daring to take Jack too deeply into his confidence, Fred had told him + that he was going to New York, which was true, or would be very shortly. + </p> + <p> + "If he had waited till to-morrow we might have gone together," thought + Bowman, "at least a part of the way. It will be some time before I shall + dare to set foot in New York." + </p> + <p> + Bowman went to bed with a vague feeling of uneasiness for which he could + not account. He felt that it would be impossible for him to remain in the + dull little village any longer. Should he, or should he not, go to see + Sinclair before he went away? On the whole he resolved to secure the bonds + first, and then decide. + </p> + <p> + The next day after breakfast he strolled down to the lake, got out the + boat, and rowed rapidly toward the farther shore. There was no time to + waste now. He tied the boat to a sapling growing close to the bank, and + struck into the woods. + </p> + <p> + He made his way at once to the tree which he had used as a safe deposit + vault, and with perfect confidence thrust in his hand. But the package + which his fingers sought for seemed to have slipped out of reach. He + continued his search anxiously, with increasing alarm, but in vain. + </p> + <p> + A terrible fear assailed him. He peered in through the cavity, but neither + sight nor touch availed. Gradually the terrible thought was confirmed—the + parcel had been stolen! Thirteen thousand five hundred dollars, nearly the + entire proceeds of his crime, had vanished—but where? + </p> + <p> + He staggered to a stump close by, and sitting down, buried his face in his + hands. What was he to do? He had but twenty-five dollars left. + </p> + <p> + "Who can have taken it?" he asked himself with feverish agitation. + </p> + <p> + He rose and made his way mechanically back to the boat. + </p> + <p> + An hour later he staggered into the little cottage occupied by his sick + partner. His hair was disheveled, his manner wild. + </p> + <p> + "What is the matter, Bowman?" asked Sinclair. + </p> + <p> + "We are ruined!" said Bowman in a hollow voice. "The bonds are gone!" + </p> + <p> + "When did you miss them?" asked Sinclair quickly. + </p> + <p> + "To-day. They were safe yesterday. Do you think it was the boy?" + </p> + <p> + "What could he know of the bonds? Did you ever speak to him about them?" + </p> + <p> + "Of course not. What shall I do?" + </p> + <p> + "Inquire whether any one has been seen near the place where you hid them. + Do your best to recover them." + </p> + <p> + This advice struck Bowman favorably. He devoted the remainder of the day + to the inquiry, but learned nothing. There was no further occasion to + remain in St. Victor. He left the inn in the evening, forgetting to pay + his reckoning. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0035" id="link2HCH0035"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXV. — FRED'S REWARD. + </h2> + <p> + John Wainwright, the wealthy banker, sat in his office looking over the + letters that had come by the morning mail. Some of them he turned over to + his confidential clerk to answer. Others, more important, he reserved to + reply to with his own hand. + </p> + <p> + "Busy, Wainwright?" asked a gentleman, Arthur Henderson, entering without + ceremony. + </p> + <p> + "I always have something in hand, but I have time enough for an old + friend." + </p> + <p> + "By the way, have you heard anything of the bonds you lost some time + since?" + </p> + <p> + "I know where they are." + </p> + <p> + "You do?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, they are in Canada." + </p> + <p> + Henderson laughed. + </p> + <p> + "That means that you will never get them back." + </p> + <p> + "I don't know. I have sent a messenger to recover them." + </p> + <p> + "Who is it?" + </p> + <p> + "My office boy." + </p> + <p> + Henderson stared. + </p> + <p> + "I suppose that is a joke." + </p> + <p> + "By no means." + </p> + <p> + "What is the age of your office boy?" + </p> + <p> + "I should judge from his appearance that he is sixteen." + </p> + <p> + "Do you mean to say that you have intrusted a boy of sixteen with so + important a commission?" + </p> + <p> + "I do." + </p> + <p> + "Really, Wainwright, I don't like to criticise, but it appears to me that + you have taken leave of your senses." + </p> + <p> + The banker laughed good-humoredly. + </p> + <p> + "Perhaps I ought not to be surprised at that." + </p> + <p> + "Then you acknowledge your lack of wisdom?" + </p> + <p> + "By no means. What I have done I would do again." + </p> + <p> + "Couldn't you find a more suitable messenger?" + </p> + <p> + "Not readily." + </p> + <p> + "It would have been worth while to go yourself, as the amount is + considerable." + </p> + <p> + "That would never have answered. I should be recognized, and excite + suspicion." + </p> + <p> + "Do you really expect that boy to recover the bonds?" + </p> + <p> + "I think it possible, at any rate." + </p> + <p> + "Suppose he does, what is to hinder his keeping them himself?" + </p> + <p> + "His honesty." + </p> + <p> + "Pardon me, Wainwright, but I have had a pretty extensive experience, and + I would be willing to wager ten to one that you will never see your bonds + again." + </p> + <p> + "I never bet, and hold that betting is no argument. But I too have had + some experience of men and consider my chance of recovering the stolen + property fairly good." + </p> + <p> + "How long since your messenger started on his expedition?" + </p> + <p> + "About two weeks." + </p> + <p> + "Have you heard from him?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, once. There are reasons why it is imprudent for him to write too + often." + </p> + <p> + Henderson smiled significantly. + </p> + <p> + "I dare say he is having a good time at your expense. What was the amount + of your loss?" + </p> + <p> + "About fifteen thousand dollars." + </p> + <p> + "Since you won't bet, I will make you a proposal. If the boy recovers your + bonds and restores them to you I will offer him a place in my own + counting-room at twenty dollars a week." + </p> + <p> + "I don't think in that case I should be willing to lose his services. I + would pay him as much as he could get elsewhere." + </p> + <p> + "There is very little chance of my being called upon to redeem my + promise." + </p> + <p> + At that moment an express messenger entered the office. + </p> + <p> + "Here is a parcel for you, sir," he said. + </p> + <p> + It was a small package wrapped in brown paper, carefully tied and sealed. + </p> + <p> + John Wainwright paid the express charges, receipted for the package, and + then eagerly opened it. + </p> + <p> + It was the same package which Fred had expressed from Hyacinth. + </p> + <p> + The banker's eyes were full of triumph. + </p> + <p> + "What do you say to that, my friend?" he asked. + </p> + <p> + "What is it?" + </p> + <p> + "The missing bonds. Nothing could have happened more apropos." + </p> + <p> + "You don't mean to say—" + </p> + <p> + "Listen. Let me read you this letter from the messenger you thought me + foolish in sending to Canada." + </p> + <p> + Here is a copy of Fred's letter. + </p> + <h3> + JOHN WAINWRIGHT, ESQ. + </h3> + <p> + MY DEAR SIR: I have at length recovered the bonds which were stolen from + you, and send them by express herewith. I have not time to go into + details, but will only say that I found them in a hollow tree. I secured + them in the nick of time, for I have reason to think that to-morrow they + would have been removed by Bowman, who has got tired of St. Victor, and + will probably leave the neighborhood to-morrow. I do not dare to keep the + bonds in my possession, as I may be followed, but consider it safer to + express them to you at once. I shall go back to New York by a roundabout + way, but shall probably arrive very nearly as soon as the package. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Yours respectfully, + + FRED FENTON. +</pre> + <p> + P. S. The money and U. S. bonds have been used, but you will find $13,500 + in other securities in this package. They would have been spent too, but + the holder found it impossible to negotiate them. + </p> + <p> + "There, Henderson, what do you think of that?" asked Mr. Wainwright, in a + quiet tone of triumph. "I was a fool, was I, to trust this boy?" + </p> + <p> + "I don't know what to say, but my offer holds good. If you will release + the boy I will take him into my employment at twenty dollars a week." + </p> + <p> + "I will give him as much as he can get elsewhere," repeated the banker. + </p> + <p> + There was a quick step heard outside, and Fred Fenton entered the office. + </p> + <p> + "Good morning, Mr. Wainwright," he said. "Did you receive the package?" + </p> + <p> + "It just reached me, Fred. Shake hands, my boy. You have justified my + confidence in you." + </p> + <p> + "I did my best, sir." + </p> + <p> + "Tell me all about it. My curiosity is excited." + </p> + <p> + Fred gave a rapid account of his adventures in search of the missing + bonds. It was listened to with equal interest by the banker and his + friend. + </p> + <p> + "Wainwright, introduce me," said Henderson abruptly. + </p> + <p> + "Fred," said the banker smiling, "let me make you acquainted with my + friend, Arthur Henderson. He is a commission merchant. He may have a + proposal to make to you." + </p> + <p> + "Young man, if you will enter my employment I will pay you twenty dollars + a week," said merchant. + </p> + <p> + Fred looked amazed. + </p> + <p> + "That is a great deal more than I am worth," said. + </p> + <p> + "Then you accept?" + </p> + <p> + Fred looked wistfully at Mr. Wainwright. + </p> + <p> + "I should not like to leave Mr. Wainwright," he said. + </p> + <p> + "Especially as he has raised your pay to twenty-five dollars a week," said + the banker smiling. + </p> + <p> + "You can't be in earnest, sir?" + </p> + <p> + "When you get your first week's salary on Saturday, you will see that I am + in earnest." + </p> + <p> + "I see, then, that I must do without you," said the merchant. "Wainwright, + I take back all I said. I advise you to keep Fred by all means as long as + he will stay with you." + </p> + <p> + The banker had opened his check book and was writing out a check. He tore + it from the book and handed it to Fred. It ran thus: + </p> + <p> + No. 10,531 + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + PARK NATIONAL BANK. + Pay to the order of FRED FENTON + ONE THOUSAND DOLLARS. +</pre> + <h3> + $1000. + </h3> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + JOHN WAINWRIGHT. +</pre> + <p> + "Is this for me?" asked Fred in amazement. + </p> + <p> + "Yes. I ought perhaps to make it more, for it is less than ten per cent. + of the value of the bonds." + </p> + <p> + "How can I thank you, sir?" ejaculated Fred, feeling uncertain whether he + was awake or dreaming. "I feel like a millionaire." + </p> + <p> + "Have you been home yet, Fred?" + </p> + <p> + "No, sir; I came here at once." + </p> + <p> + "Go home, then, and spend the rest of the day with your mother. Do you + want to cash the check this morning?" + </p> + <p> + "No, sir." + </p> + <p> + "Indorse it, then, and I will hand you the money in bills to-morrow." + </p> + <p> + Fred, his face radiant with joy, left the office, and going to the nearest + station on the Sixth Avenue Elevated Road bought a ticket and rode up + town. + </p> + <p> + There a surprise awaited him. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0036" id="link2HCH0036"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXVI. — A LETTER FROM TOM SLOAN. + </h2> + <p> + When Fred presented himself at home, after a fortnight's absence, his + mother and little brother were overjoyed. + </p> + <p> + "It's been awfully lonely since you went away, Fred," said Albert. + </p> + <p> + "I have felt like Albert," said Mrs. Fenton. "But it was not that that + worried me most. I was afraid you might meet with some accident." + </p> + <p> + "I've come home safe and sound, mother, as you see. But you don't ask me + whether I succeeded in my mission." + </p> + <p> + "I don't know what your mission was." + </p> + <p> + "No; it was a secret of Mr. Wainwright's, and I was bound to keep it + secret. I can tell you now. I was sent to Canada to recover over ten + thousand dollars' worth of stolen bonds." + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Fenton looked amazed. + </p> + <p> + "A boy like you!" she said. + </p> + <p> + "I don't wonder you are surprised. I was surprised myself." + </p> + <p> + "But who had the bonds, and how did you recover them?" + </p> + <p> + "Two men were in the conspiracy. One of them was sorry for the theft, and + ready to help me. The other meant to keep them. He had taken them away + from his partner and hidden them in the forest." + </p> + <p> + "And you found them?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; sit down and I will tell you the story." + </p> + <p> + Fred did so, and when it was finished he added: "How much do you think Mr. + Wainwright paid me for my trouble?" + </p> + <p> + "He ought to pay you handsomely." + </p> + <p> + "What would you consider paying me handsomely?" + </p> + <p> + "Fifty dollars," answered his mother. + </p> + <p> + "He gave me a thousand dollars!" + </p> + <p> + "A thousand!" ejaculated Mrs. Fenton, incredulous. + </p> + <p> + "Yes." + </p> + <p> + "Where's the money?" asked Albert. + </p> + <p> + "He gave it to me in a check. I shall collect it to-morrow, and invest it + in some safe way." + </p> + <p> + "I can't realize it, Fred," said Mrs. Fenton. "Why, it will make us rich." + </p> + <p> + "But that isn't all. My salary is raised to twenty-five dollars a week." + </p> + <p> + "I never heard of such wages being given to a boy like you." + </p> + <p> + "It was my second offer this morning. A merchant, a friend of Mr. + Wainwright, offered me twenty dollars to go into his office." + </p> + <p> + "That is better than being a train boy, Fred." + </p> + <p> + "Yes; but I was glad to work on the trains when I had nothing better to + do." + </p> + <p> + Just then the peculiar whistle of the postman was heard. + </p> + <p> + "Run down-stairs, Albert, and see if there are any letters for us," said + Fred. + </p> + <p> + The little boy returned in a moment with an envelope directed to Fred + Fenton, and postmarked Central City, Colorado. He opened it hastily, and + exclaimed: "This is from Mr. Sloan, who visited us a few months since." + </p> + <p> + "Read it, Fred." + </p> + <p> + The letter was written in rather an illegible hand, and the spelling was + rather eccentric, for Mr. Sloan was not a scholar. As corrected it ran + thus: + </p> + <p> + FRIEND FRED—I suppose you haven't forgotten your old friend Tom + Sloan. I have often thought of how I enjoyed myself at your home, and + wished I could call in and take a cup of tea with you and your mother. + </p> + <p> + About that land you asked me to see, I've got good news for you. There's a + town built around it, and the price has gone up to fancy figures. There's + a party here that wants to buy it for five thousand dollars, but I think I + can get a little more. If your mother will send me a power of attorney, I + will sell it, and send you on the money. I'll do my best for you. No + wonder that old skinflint, your uncle, wanted to buy it. He'd have made a + big thing out of it. He was a fool not to take it at your own figures. + </p> + <p> + I hope you are all well, and I shouldn't wonder if I might see you pretty + soon. I've been lucky myself, and made a respectable pile. Old Tom Sloan + doesn't get left if he can help it. + </p> + <p> + Well, good-by. Send on the power of attorney by return of mail. + </p> + <p> + Yours till death, + </p> + <h3> + TOM SLOAN. + </h3> + <p> + "Five thousand dollars!" ejaculated Mrs. Fenton. "I can't believe it." + </p> + <p> + "You will, mother, when you get the money. There's no time to be lost. + I'll go out at once and get the power of attorney, and we'll write at + once, telling Mr. Sloan to do whatever he thinks best. Do you agree to + that, mother?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, Fred. He is a good man and I trust him entirely." + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0037" id="link2HCH0037"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXVII. — COUSIN FERGUSON. + </h2> + <p> + In a fortnight Fred received from Colorado an order on a New York banker + for six thousand five hundred dollars, being the purchase money on the + Colorado lands. + </p> + <p> + He at once carried it to Mr. Wainwright, and invested it in securities + recommended by that gentleman. + </p> + <p> + "I congratulate you heartily, Fred," said the banker. "I didn't know that + I was taking into my employ a young man of fortune." + </p> + <p> + "It has come upon me so suddenly that I can't realize it myself." + </p> + <p> + "I consider you worthy of your good luck, my boy. You ought to save up + money out of your wages." + </p> + <p> + "I intend to sir, but I am going to give my mother a better home now that + I can afford it, and will see that my little brother has a better + education than I have had." + </p> + <p> + "It is not too late to supply the deficiency in your own case. You cannot + do better than join the evening classes of the Young Men's Christian + Association, and do what you can to improve yourself." + </p> + <p> + "I will follow your advice, Mr. Wainwright. Now that I am no longer + anxious about money matters, I want to qualify myself for a better social + position." + </p> + <p> + Only two days after the receipt of the money from Colorado, another + letter, as unexpected as Mr. Sloan's, reached Mrs. Fenton. The substance + of it was comprised in the closing paragraph "Send your son round to my + house this evening I am prepared to make you a better offer for the + Colorado laud. It's of little value, but some day may be worth more than + at present. As you are straitened in means I can better afford to wait + than you, and I shall feel satisfaction in relieving your necessities." + </p> + <p> + Fred read this letter attentively. "I hate a hypocrite," he said. "Mr. + Ferguson pretends that he wants to help us, while he is scheming to cheat + us out of a large sum, relying upon our ignorance of the increased value + of the land." + </p> + <p> + "Shall I write and tell him that we have sold the land?" asked Mrs. + Fenton. + </p> + <p> + "No, I will call and see him this evening, as he requests." + </p> + <p> + "But it will do no good." + </p> + <p> + "I want to find out how much he is willing to give. I shan't let him know + that the land is sold till he has made an offer." + </p> + <p> + "Don't say anything to provoke Cousin Ferguson, Fred." + </p> + <p> + "Don't worry, mother. I will be perfectly respectful." + </p> + <p> + About half-past seven Fred rang the bell at the door of the house on East + Thirty-Ninth Street. Evidently he was expected, for, on his inquiring for + Mr. Ferguson, he was shown at once into the presence of his rich relation. + </p> + <p> + "Good evening, Frederick," said Mr. Ferguson, With unusual graciousness. + "How is your mother?" + </p> + <p> + "Very well, thank you, sir." + </p> + <p> + "I hope you are getting along comfortably." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir; we have no right to complain." + </p> + <p> + "That is well," said Mr. Ferguson condescendingly. "I presume the boy is + making five dollars a week or some such matter," he soliloquized. "That is + very well for a boy like him." + </p> + <p> + "I made you an offer for your father's land in Colorado a few months ago," + he went on carelessly. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + "You thought my offer too small." + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir. Twenty-five dollars would be of very little value to us." + </p> + <p> + "There I disagree with you. Twenty-five dollars to a family situated as + yours is, is no trifle." + </p> + <p> + A faint smile flickered over Fred's face. He wondered what Mr. Ferguson + would say if he knew precisely how they were situated. + </p> + <p> + "Still," resumed the merchant, "you did right to refuse. I am inclined to + think the land is a little more valuable than I supposed." + </p> + <p> + Fred was rather surprised. Was Cousin Ferguson going to act a liberal + part, and offer anything like a fair price for the land? He waited + curiously to hear what he would say next. + </p> + <p> + "Yes," continued Mr. Ferguson magnanimously, "I admit that I offered you + too little for your land." + </p> + <p> + "So I thought at the time, sir," Fred said quietly. + </p> + <p> + "And I am now prepared to rectify my mistake. You may tell your mother + that I will give her a hundred dollars for it." + </p> + <p> + "A hundred dollars?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; that is probably more than it is worth at present, but I can afford + to wait until it increases in value." + </p> + <p> + Mr. Ferguson sat back in his armchair and fixed his eyes on Fred with the + air of one who has made a most generous offer. + </p> + <p> + "Did your mother authorize you to make a bargain?" he inquired. + </p> + <p> + "No, sir." + </p> + <p> + "She wished you to report to her, I suppose. This offer will hold good for + twenty-four hours. You can come around to-morrow evening, and the matter + can be settled at once. It may be well for your mother to come round also, + as her signature will be required to the bill of sale." + </p> + <p> + "I am sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Ferguson, but I don't think we will + sell." + </p> + <p> + "Young man," said Ferguson severely, "if you advise your mother to reject + this offer, you will take upon yourself a great responsibility." + </p> + <p> + "Mr. Ferguson," rejoined Fred, fixing his eyes on the merchant, "do you + advise my mother, as a friend, to accept this offer?" + </p> + <p> + "Of course, of course. It is the best thing she can do." + </p> + <p> + "I have no right to doubt your sincerity, but I think the land is worth + more than you offer." + </p> + <p> + "What can you know about it?" demanded Ferguson impatiently. + </p> + <p> + "A gentleman who had traveled in Colorado called on us a while ago. He + seems to think the land is quite valuable." + </p> + <p> + "Stuff and nonsense! The man was humbugging you." + </p> + <p> + "He was a miner," continued Fred placidly. "He promised to look up the + matter for us." + </p> + <p> + "You were very rash to trust a stranger. The best thing you can do is to + disregard any advice he may have given you, and accept my offer." + </p> + <p> + "There is one difficulty in the way," said Fred. + </p> + <p> + "What is that?" + </p> + <p> + "<i>We have sold the land!</i>" + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0038" id="link2HCH0038"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXVIII. — CONCLUSION. + </h2> + <p> + "You have sold the land?" repeated Mr. Ferguson in dismay. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + "Then permit me to say that you and your mother have acted like fools!" + said Ferguson harshly. "In a matter like this you should have consulted + ME. What do you or your mother know about business?" + </p> + <p> + "I think we did pretty well," said Fred placidly. + </p> + <p> + "What did you sell for?" asked Ferguson abruptly. + </p> + <p> + "Six thousand five hundred dollars!" answered the ex-train boy. + </p> + <p> + Robert Ferguson stared at Fred in amazement and incredulity. + </p> + <p> + "Don't play any of your practical jokes on me!" he said sternly. + </p> + <p> + "I don't intend to, sir. We gave Mr. Sloan a power of attorney, and he + sold it for us." + </p> + <p> + "He <i>says</i> he did!" sneered Ferguson. "You will never get the money." + </p> + <p> + "Excuse me, Mr. Ferguson. We have received the money already." + </p> + <p> + "When?" gasped the merchant. + </p> + <p> + "Two days ago." + </p> + <p> + The face of Robert Ferguson was a study. Disappointed cupidity succeeded + his first incredulity. He began to consider that he must convince Fred + that he had acted in good faith. With an effort he smoothed down his face + and conjured up a smile. + </p> + <p> + "You quite take my breath away," he said. "I can hardly believe that the + land which I thought worthless should have realized such a sum. Have any + mines been discovered on them?" + </p> + <p> + "No, sir; but a village has sprung up in the immediate neighborhood." + </p> + <p> + "I am heartily glad of it. Tell your mother so. How could I have been so + deceived? By the way, it will be best for you to put the money in the + hands of some responsible person to take care of for you. As a near + relative I shall be glad to invest the amount for you safely along with my + own." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, sir, but we have already invested it." + </p> + <p> + Mr. Ferguson frowned. + </p> + <p> + "I predict that you will lose half of it," he said. + </p> + <p> + "I don't think so. I had advice in the investment." + </p> + <p> + "Who advised you?" + </p> + <p> + "John Wainwright, the banker." + </p> + <p> + "Do you know him?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes; he is my employer." + </p> + <p> + "I believe I remember that Raymond told me so. Of course he is a good + adviser. How much does he pay you?" + </p> + <p> + "Twenty-five dollars a week." + </p> + <p> + "Do you take me for a fool?" demanded Ferguson angrily. + </p> + <p> + "No, sir; and you have no right to take me for a liar," answered Fred, + firmly. + </p> + <p> + "But such a salary for a boy of sixteen is ridiculous!" + </p> + <p> + "It does seem so; but Mr. Wainwright sent me to Canada to recover over ten + thousand dollars' worth of stolen bonds, and I succeeded in bringing them + back." + </p> + <p> + Slowly it dawned upon Mr. Ferguson that the youth before him was not only + a favorite of fortune, out a remarkably smart boy. He was evidently on the + rise. Would it not be politic to take notice of him? + </p> + <p> + "Fred," he said with sudden friendliness, "I am pleased to hear of your + good fortune. You have done credit to the family. We ought to be more + intimate. In proof of my desire for closer relations I shall send cards to + you and your mother for my Daughter Luella's wedding. She is to be married + next Thursday evening to an Italian count. Probably you have suitable + attire, or, if not, you can easily obtain it. Give me your address." + </p> + <p> + "Thank you, sir. I am not sure whether my mother will attend, but I shall + be happy to do so." + </p> + <p> + The door opened, and Raymond Ferguson entered. + </p> + <p> + "Good evening, Raymond," said Fred pleasantly. + </p> + <p> + "Good evening," answered Raymond, coldly. + </p> + <p> + "Your cousin Frederick has been very fortunate," said the elder Ferguson + genially. "He and his mother have come into some thousands of dollars, and + he is receiving a handsome salary from Mr. Wainwright, the banker. I shall + be glad to see you two intimate." + </p> + <p> + "Is that so?" asked Raymond, thawing. + </p> + <p> + "I am glad to say it is," answered Fred. + </p> + <p> + "Would you like to invite your cousin to attend the theater, Raymond?" + </p> + <p> + "Just what I was going to ask. There is a good play on at Wallack's." + </p> + <p> + "Very well! Here is a five-dollar bill." + </p> + <p> + "Come along, Fred," said Raymond, who had made up his mind it would be + wise to cultivate the acquaintance of his once despised relative. + </p> + <p> + Before they parted for the evening, Raymond borrowed five dollars of Fred, + and struck up a close friendship with him. While Fred understood perfectly + well what had produced this remarkable change in his cousin he was + philosophical enough to take the world as he found it, and accepted + Raymond's advances. + </p> + <p> + The next day wedding cards, elaborately engraved were received at Fred's + modest home, requesting Mrs. Fenton and her son's presence at the marriage + ceremony of Luella Ferguson and Count Vincento Cattelli. But an unexpected + circumstance prevented the nuptials from being celebrated. + </p> + <p> + One evening the count and Miss Ferguson were sitting at supper at + Delmonico's. At a table near by sat a gentleman, who watched the young + couple with curious attention. He rose finally and approached them. + </p> + <p> + "Miss Ferguson, I believe," he said. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir." + </p> + <p> + "I don't know if you remember me, but I dined at your father's house one + evening in February. My name is Stanwood." + </p> + <p> + "I remember you now, Mr. Stanwood. Let me make you acquainted with Count + Cattelli." + </p> + <p> + "I am honored," said Stanwood with a curious smile. + </p> + <p> + "This lady is my affianced bride," said the count, + </p> + <p> + "Indeed! I congratulate you. By the way, haven't I met you before?" + </p> + <p> + "If you have been in Italy, sare. I am Count Cattelli of Milan." + </p> + <p> + Stanwood smiled slightly, and returned to his own table. + </p> + <p> + The next day Miss Ferguson received the following note: + </p> + <h3> + MY DEAR MISS FERGUSON: + </h3> + <p> + What I am about to write will pain you, but I cannot permit you to be + grossly deceived. The gentleman whom you introduced to me as Count + Cattelli at Delmonico's last evening shaved me last March in a barber-shop + in Chicago. He may be a count, but I advise you to speak to your father on + the subject. Your well wisher, + </p> + <h3> + CHARLES STANWOOD. + </h3> + <p> + Miss Ferguson went into a fit of hysterics, but followed the advice of her + correspondent. The count, on being taxed with his deception, first + indulged in bravado, but finally acknowledged that he had served as a + barber, but still claimed to be a count. Mr. Ferguson, intensely + mortified, agreed to give him two hundred dollars if he would leave the + city at once. Notices that the wedding had been indefinitely postponed + were sent to all who had received cards, and Luella disappeared for a + time. There were numerous reports as to the cause of the marriage being + postponed, but the secret was well kept. Luella is still unmarried, and is + likely to remain so, unless some one marries her for her money. + </p> + <p> + Ruth Patton is now the wife of Alfred Lindsay. The young lawyer made a + private call on Mr. Ferguson, which resulted in the latter disgorging the + ten thousand dollars of which he had defrauded Ruth's mother, so that she + did not come to her husband portionless. + </p> + <p> + All goes well with Fred Fenton. He is still in the employ of John + Wainwright, on a largely increased salary, and is always a welcome guest + at the home of the banker. Rose is as partial to him as ever, and it would + not be surprising if she should some day marry the ex-Erie train-boy. Fred + and his mother live in a handsome flat up town, and Albert, his younger + brother, is making rapid progress as a designer. It looks as if the clouds + had passed away, succeeded by the sunshine of permanent prosperity. + </p> + <h3> + THE END. + </h3> + <div style="height: 6em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Erie Train Boy, by Horatio Alger + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE ERIE TRAIN BOY *** + +***** This file should be named 26075-h.htm or 26075-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/2/6/0/7/26075/ + +Produced by Gary Sandino, from a scanned UC library book +kindly provided by the Internet Archive (www.archive.org.) + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. Special rules, +set forth in the General Terms of Use part of this license, apply to +copying and distributing Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works to +protect the PROJECT GUTENBERG-tm concept and trademark. Project +Gutenberg is a registered trademark, and may not be used if you +charge for the eBooks, unless you receive specific permission. If you +do not charge anything for copies of this eBook, complying with the +rules is very easy. You may use this eBook for nearly any purpose +such as creation of derivative works, reports, performances and +research. They may be modified and printed and given away--you may do +practically ANYTHING with public domain eBooks. Redistribution is +subject to the trademark license, especially commercial +redistribution. + + + +*** START: FULL LICENSE *** + +THE FULL PROJECT GUTENBERG LICENSE +PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE YOU DISTRIBUTE OR USE THIS WORK + +To protect the Project Gutenberg-tm mission of promoting the free +distribution of electronic works, by using or distributing this work +(or any other work associated in any way with the phrase "Project +Gutenberg"), you agree to comply with all the terms of the Full Project +Gutenberg-tm License (available with this file or online at +https://gutenberg.org/license). + + +Section 1. General Terms of Use and Redistributing Project Gutenberg-tm +electronic works + +1.A. By reading or using any part of this Project Gutenberg-tm +electronic work, you indicate that you have read, understand, agree to +and accept all the terms of this license and intellectual property +(trademark/copyright) agreement. If you do not agree to abide by all +the terms of this agreement, you must cease using and return or destroy +all copies of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works in your possession. +If you paid a fee for obtaining a copy of or access to a Project +Gutenberg-tm electronic work and you do not agree to be bound by the +terms of this agreement, you may obtain a refund from the person or +entity to whom you paid the fee as set forth in paragraph 1.E.8. + +1.B. "Project Gutenberg" is a registered trademark. It may only be +used on or associated in any way with an electronic work by people who +agree to be bound by the terms of this agreement. There are a few +things that you can do with most Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works +even without complying with the full terms of this agreement. See +paragraph 1.C below. There are a lot of things you can do with Project +Gutenberg-tm electronic works if you follow the terms of this agreement +and help preserve free future access to Project Gutenberg-tm electronic +works. See paragraph 1.E below. + +1.C. The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation ("the Foundation" +or PGLAF), owns a compilation copyright in the collection of Project +Gutenberg-tm electronic works. Nearly all the individual works in the +collection are in the public domain in the United States. If an +individual work is in the public domain in the United States and you are +located in the United States, we do not claim a right to prevent you from +copying, distributing, performing, displaying or creating derivative +works based on the work as long as all references to Project Gutenberg +are removed. Of course, we hope that you will support the Project +Gutenberg-tm mission of promoting free access to electronic works by +freely sharing Project Gutenberg-tm works in compliance with the terms of +this agreement for keeping the Project Gutenberg-tm name associated with +the work. You can easily comply with the terms of this agreement by +keeping this work in the same format with its attached full Project +Gutenberg-tm License when you share it without charge with others. + +1.D. The copyright laws of the place where you are located also govern +what you can do with this work. Copyright laws in most countries are in +a constant state of change. If you are outside the United States, check +the laws of your country in addition to the terms of this agreement +before downloading, copying, displaying, performing, distributing or +creating derivative works based on this work or any other Project +Gutenberg-tm work. The Foundation makes no representations concerning +the copyright status of any work in any country outside the United +States. + +1.E. Unless you have removed all references to Project Gutenberg: + +1.E.1. The following sentence, with active links to, or other immediate +access to, the full Project Gutenberg-tm License must appear prominently +whenever any copy of a Project Gutenberg-tm work (any work on which the +phrase "Project Gutenberg" appears, or with which the phrase "Project +Gutenberg" is associated) is accessed, displayed, performed, viewed, +copied or distributed: + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + +1.E.2. If an individual Project Gutenberg-tm electronic work is derived +from the public domain (does not contain a notice indicating that it is +posted with permission of the copyright holder), the work can be copied +and distributed to anyone in the United States without paying any fees +or charges. If you are redistributing or providing access to a work +with the phrase "Project Gutenberg" associated with or appearing on the +work, you must comply either with the requirements of paragraphs 1.E.1 +through 1.E.7 or obtain permission for the use of the work and the +Project Gutenberg-tm trademark as set forth in paragraphs 1.E.8 or +1.E.9. + +1.E.3. If an individual Project Gutenberg-tm electronic work is posted +with the permission of the copyright holder, your use and distribution +must comply with both paragraphs 1.E.1 through 1.E.7 and any additional +terms imposed by the copyright holder. Additional terms will be linked +to the Project Gutenberg-tm License for all works posted with the +permission of the copyright holder found at the beginning of this work. + +1.E.4. Do not unlink or detach or remove the full Project Gutenberg-tm +License terms from this work, or any files containing a part of this +work or any other work associated with Project Gutenberg-tm. + +1.E.5. Do not copy, display, perform, distribute or redistribute this +electronic work, or any part of this electronic work, without +prominently displaying the sentence set forth in paragraph 1.E.1 with +active links or immediate access to the full terms of the Project +Gutenberg-tm License. + +1.E.6. You may convert to and distribute this work in any binary, +compressed, marked up, nonproprietary or proprietary form, including any +word processing or hypertext form. However, if you provide access to or +distribute copies of a Project Gutenberg-tm work in a format other than +"Plain Vanilla ASCII" or other format used in the official version +posted on the official Project Gutenberg-tm web site (www.gutenberg.org), +you must, at no additional cost, fee or expense to the user, provide a +copy, a means of exporting a copy, or a means of obtaining a copy upon +request, of the work in its original "Plain Vanilla ASCII" or other +form. Any alternate format must include the full Project Gutenberg-tm +License as specified in paragraph 1.E.1. + +1.E.7. Do not charge a fee for access to, viewing, displaying, +performing, copying or distributing any Project Gutenberg-tm works +unless you comply with paragraph 1.E.8 or 1.E.9. + +1.E.8. You may charge a reasonable fee for copies of or providing +access to or distributing Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works provided +that + +- You pay a royalty fee of 20% of the gross profits you derive from + the use of Project Gutenberg-tm works calculated using the method + you already use to calculate your applicable taxes. The fee is + owed to the owner of the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark, but he + has agreed to donate royalties under this paragraph to the + Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation. Royalty payments + must be paid within 60 days following each date on which you + prepare (or are legally required to prepare) your periodic tax + returns. Royalty payments should be clearly marked as such and + sent to the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation at the + address specified in Section 4, "Information about donations to + the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation." + +- You provide a full refund of any money paid by a user who notifies + you in writing (or by e-mail) within 30 days of receipt that s/he + does not agree to the terms of the full Project Gutenberg-tm + License. You must require such a user to return or + destroy all copies of the works possessed in a physical medium + and discontinue all use of and all access to other copies of + Project Gutenberg-tm works. + +- You provide, in accordance with paragraph 1.F.3, a full refund of any + money paid for a work or a replacement copy, if a defect in the + electronic work is discovered and reported to you within 90 days + of receipt of the work. + +- You comply with all other terms of this agreement for free + distribution of Project Gutenberg-tm works. + +1.E.9. If you wish to charge a fee or distribute a Project Gutenberg-tm +electronic work or group of works on different terms than are set +forth in this agreement, you must obtain permission in writing from +both the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation and Michael +Hart, the owner of the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark. Contact the +Foundation as set forth in Section 3 below. + +1.F. + +1.F.1. Project Gutenberg volunteers and employees expend considerable +effort to identify, do copyright research on, transcribe and proofread +public domain works in creating the Project Gutenberg-tm +collection. Despite these efforts, Project Gutenberg-tm electronic +works, and the medium on which they may be stored, may contain +"Defects," such as, but not limited to, incomplete, inaccurate or +corrupt data, transcription errors, a copyright or other intellectual +property infringement, a defective or damaged disk or other medium, a +computer virus, or computer codes that damage or cannot be read by +your equipment. + +1.F.2. LIMITED WARRANTY, DISCLAIMER OF DAMAGES - Except for the "Right +of Replacement or Refund" described in paragraph 1.F.3, the Project +Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation, the owner of the Project +Gutenberg-tm trademark, and any other party distributing a Project +Gutenberg-tm electronic work under this agreement, disclaim all +liability to you for damages, costs and expenses, including legal +fees. YOU AGREE THAT YOU HAVE NO REMEDIES FOR NEGLIGENCE, STRICT +LIABILITY, BREACH OF WARRANTY OR BREACH OF CONTRACT EXCEPT THOSE +PROVIDED IN PARAGRAPH F3. YOU AGREE THAT THE FOUNDATION, THE +TRADEMARK OWNER, AND ANY DISTRIBUTOR UNDER THIS AGREEMENT WILL NOT BE +LIABLE TO YOU FOR ACTUAL, DIRECT, INDIRECT, CONSEQUENTIAL, PUNITIVE OR +INCIDENTAL DAMAGES EVEN IF YOU GIVE NOTICE OF THE POSSIBILITY OF SUCH +DAMAGE. + +1.F.3. LIMITED RIGHT OF REPLACEMENT OR REFUND - If you discover a +defect in this electronic work within 90 days of receiving it, you can +receive a refund of the money (if any) you paid for it by sending a +written explanation to the person you received the work from. If you +received the work on a physical medium, you must return the medium with +your written explanation. The person or entity that provided you with +the defective work may elect to provide a replacement copy in lieu of a +refund. If you received the work electronically, the person or entity +providing it to you may choose to give you a second opportunity to +receive the work electronically in lieu of a refund. If the second copy +is also defective, you may demand a refund in writing without further +opportunities to fix the problem. + +1.F.4. Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth +in paragraph 1.F.3, this work is provided to you 'AS-IS' WITH NO OTHER +WARRANTIES OF ANY KIND, EXPRESS OR IMPLIED, INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO +WARRANTIES OF MERCHANTIBILITY OR FITNESS FOR ANY PURPOSE. + +1.F.5. Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied +warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages. +If any disclaimer or limitation set forth in this agreement violates the +law of the state applicable to this agreement, the agreement shall be +interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation permitted by +the applicable state law. The invalidity or unenforceability of any +provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions. + +1.F.6. INDEMNITY - You agree to indemnify and hold the Foundation, the +trademark owner, any agent or employee of the Foundation, anyone +providing copies of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works in accordance +with this agreement, and any volunteers associated with the production, +promotion and distribution of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works, +harmless from all liability, costs and expenses, including legal fees, +that arise directly or indirectly from any of the following which you do +or cause to occur: (a) distribution of this or any Project Gutenberg-tm +work, (b) alteration, modification, or additions or deletions to any +Project Gutenberg-tm work, and (c) any Defect you cause. + + +Section 2. Information about the Mission of Project Gutenberg-tm + +Project Gutenberg-tm is synonymous with the free distribution of +electronic works in formats readable by the widest variety of computers +including obsolete, old, middle-aged and new computers. It exists +because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and donations from +people in all walks of life. + +Volunteers and financial support to provide volunteers with the +assistance they need, is critical to reaching Project Gutenberg-tm's +goals and ensuring that the Project Gutenberg-tm collection will +remain freely available for generations to come. In 2001, the Project +Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation was created to provide a secure +and permanent future for Project Gutenberg-tm and future generations. +To learn more about the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation +and how your efforts and donations can help, see Sections 3 and 4 +and the Foundation web page at https://www.pglaf.org. + + +Section 3. Information about the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive +Foundation + +The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation is a non profit +501(c)(3) educational corporation organized under the laws of the +state of Mississippi and granted tax exempt status by the Internal +Revenue Service. The Foundation's EIN or federal tax identification +number is 64-6221541. Its 501(c)(3) letter is posted at +https://pglaf.org/fundraising. Contributions to the Project Gutenberg +Literary Archive Foundation are tax deductible to the full extent +permitted by U.S. federal laws and your state's laws. + +The Foundation's principal office is located at 4557 Melan Dr. S. +Fairbanks, AK, 99712., but its volunteers and employees are scattered +throughout numerous locations. Its business office is located at +809 North 1500 West, Salt Lake City, UT 84116, (801) 596-1887, email +business@pglaf.org. Email contact links and up to date contact +information can be found at the Foundation's web site and official +page at https://pglaf.org + +For additional contact information: + Dr. Gregory B. Newby + Chief Executive and Director + gbnewby@pglaf.org + + +Section 4. Information about Donations to the Project Gutenberg +Literary Archive Foundation + +Project Gutenberg-tm depends upon and cannot survive without wide +spread public support and donations to carry out its mission of +increasing the number of public domain and licensed works that can be +freely distributed in machine readable form accessible by the widest +array of equipment including outdated equipment. Many small donations +($1 to $5,000) are particularly important to maintaining tax exempt +status with the IRS. + +The Foundation is committed to complying with the laws regulating +charities and charitable donations in all 50 states of the United +States. Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a +considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up +with these requirements. We do not solicit donations in locations +where we have not received written confirmation of compliance. To +SEND DONATIONS or determine the status of compliance for any +particular state visit https://pglaf.org + +While we cannot and do not solicit contributions from states where we +have not met the solicitation requirements, we know of no prohibition +against accepting unsolicited donations from donors in such states who +approach us with offers to donate. + +International donations are gratefully accepted, but we cannot make +any statements concerning tax treatment of donations received from +outside the United States. U.S. laws alone swamp our small staff. + +Please check the Project Gutenberg Web pages for current donation +methods and addresses. Donations are accepted in a number of other +ways including including checks, online payments and credit card +donations. To donate, please visit: https://pglaf.org/donate + + +Section 5. General Information About Project Gutenberg-tm electronic +works. + +Professor Michael S. Hart was the originator of the Project Gutenberg-tm +concept of a library of electronic works that could be freely shared +with anyone. For thirty years, he produced and distributed Project +Gutenberg-tm eBooks with only a loose network of volunteer support. + + +Project Gutenberg-tm eBooks are often created from several printed +editions, all of which are confirmed as Public Domain in the U.S. +unless a copyright notice is included. Thus, we do not necessarily +keep eBooks in compliance with any particular paper edition. + + +Most people start at our Web site which has the main PG search facility: + + https://www.gutenberg.org + +This Web site includes information about Project Gutenberg-tm, +including how to make donations to the Project Gutenberg Literary +Archive Foundation, how to help produce our new eBooks, and how to +subscribe to our email newsletter to hear about new eBooks. + + + +</pre> + </body> +</html> diff --git a/26075.txt b/26075.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..20687cc --- /dev/null +++ b/26075.txt @@ -0,0 +1,8800 @@ +The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Erie Train Boy, by Horatio Alger + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Erie Train Boy + +Author: Horatio Alger + +Release Date: July 16, 2008 [EBook #26075] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE ERIE TRAIN BOY *** + + + + +Produced by Gary Sandino, from a scanned UC library book +kindly provided by the Internet Archive (www.archive.org.) + + + + + + + + + + If this is borrowed by a friend + Right welcome shall he be + To read, to study, not to lend + But to return to me. + Not that imparted knowledge doth + Diminish learning's store + But books I find if often lent + Return to me no more. + + + + + +The + +Erie Train Boy + + + +HORATIO ALGER, + +JR. + + + + + +Copyright, 1891, + +UNITED STATES BOOK COMPANY + +(All Rights Reserved) + + + +The Erie Train Boy + + +CONTENTS. + +CHAPTER. PAGE. + + I. On the Erie Road 5 + + II. A Fair Exchange 11 + + III. Fred's Rich Relation 14 + + IV. Zebulon Mack 20 + + V. An Adventure on the Train 24 + + VI. Mr. Bascomb's Peril 30 + + VII. Ferdinand Morris 85 + + VIII. Mr. Bascomb's sad Plight 41 + + IX. A Long Trip 46 + + X. What Took Place in No. 21 51 + + XI. Fred Falls under a Terrible Suspicion 56 + + XII. Fred is a Prisoner 62 + + XIII. The Hotel Clerk's Mistake 67 + + XIV. The Missing Valise 73 + + XV. Mr. Palmer Walks into a Trap 78 + + XVI. Palmer's Malice 83 + + XVII. Two Young Lady Passengers at Odds 88 + + XVIII. Unsatisfactory Relations 94 + + XIX. Ruth Patton Calls on Mr. Ferguson 99 + + XX. A Friend in Need 104 + + XXI. Luella's Painful Discovery 109 + + XXII. Miss Ferguson Writes a Note 115 + + XXIII. Another Railroad Adventure 126 + + XXIV. Fred's Good Luck 125 + + XXV. Rose Wainwright's Party 131 + + XXVI. Fred Becomes a Newspaper Hero 136 + + XXVII. A Confidential Mission 141 + + XXVIII. St. Victor 146 + + XXIX. Fred Takes the First Step 154 + + XXX. A Hunting Excursion 157 + + XXXI. Fred has an Understanding with Sinclair 163 + + XXXII. Finding a Clue 168 + + XXXIII. Success 173 + + XXXIV. Bowman's Panic 179 + + XXXV. Fred's Reward 185 + + XXXVI. A Letter from Tom Sloan 190 + + XXXVII. Cousin Ferguson 193 + + XXXVIII. Conclusion 197 + + + + +THE ERIE TRAIN BOY + + + +CHAPTER I. + +ON THE ERIE ROAD. + +"Papers, magazines, all the popular novels! Can't I sell you something +this morning?" + +Joshua Bascom turned as the train boy addressed him, and revealed an +honest, sunburned face, lighted up with pleasurable excitement, for he +was a farmer's son and was making his first visit to the city of New +York. + +"I ain't much on story readin'," he said, "I tried to read a story book +once, but I couldn't seem to get interested in it." + +"What was the name of it?" asked Fred, the train boy, smiling. + +"It was the 'Pilgrim's Progress,' or some such name. It had pictures +into it. Aunt Nancy give it to dad for a birthday present once." + +"I have heard of it." + +"It was a mighty queer book. I couldn't make head nor tail on't." + +"All books are not like that." + +"I don't feel like readin'. It's a nuff sight more interestin' lookin' +out of the winder at the sights. + +"I'm going to York to spend a week," added Joshua, with an air of +importance. + +"That's where I live," said the train boy. + +"Do you? Then you might tell me where to put up. I've got ten dollars. +I reckon that ought to keep me a week." + +Fred smiled. + +"That is more than enough to keep me," he said, "but it costs a +stranger considerable to go around. But I shall have to go my rounds." + +It was a train on the Erie road, and the car had just passed +Middletown. Joshua was sitting by the window, and the seat beside him +was vacant. The train boy had scarcely left the car when a stylishly +dressed young man, who had been sitting behind, came forward and +accosted Joshua. + +"Is this seat engaged?" he asked. + +"Not as I know of," answered the young farmer. + +"Then with your permission I will take it," said the stranger. + +"Why of course; I hain't no objection. He's dreadful polite!" thought +Joshua. + +"You are from the country, I presume?" said the newcomer as he sank +into the seat. + +"Yes, I be. I live up Elmira way--town of Barton. Was you ever in +Barton?" + +"I have passed through it. I suppose you are engaged in agricultural +pursuits?" + +"Hey?" + +"You are a farmer, I take it." + +"Yes; I work on dad's farm. He owns a hundred and seventy-five acres, +and me and a hired man help him to carry it on. I tell you we have to +work." + +"Just so! And now you are taking a vacation?" + +"Yes. I've come to see the sights of York." + +"I think you will enjoy your visit. Ahem! the mayor of New York is my +uncle." + +"You don't say?" ejaculated Joshua, awestruck. + +"Yes! My name is Ferdinand Morris." + +"Glad to know you, Mr. Morris. My name is Joshua Bascom." + +"Indeed! An aunt of mine married a Bascom. Perhaps we are related." + +Joshua was quite elated at the thought that he might in some way be +related to the mayor of New York without knowing it, and he resolved to +expatiate on that subject when he went back to Barton. He decided that +his new acquaintance must be rich, for he was dressed in showy style +and had a violet in his buttonhole. + +"Be you in business, Mr Morris?" he asked. + +"Well, ahem! I am afraid that I am rather an idler. My father left me a +quarter of a million, and so I don't feel the need of working." + +"Quarter of a million!" ejaculated Joshua. "Why, that's two hundred and +fifty thousand dollars." + +"Just so," said Morris, smiling. + +"That's an awful pile of money! Why, dad's been workin' all his life, +and he isn't wuth more'n three thousand dollars at the outside." + +"I am afraid three thousand dollars wouldn't last me a very long time," +said Morris, with an amused smile. + +"Gosh! Where can anybody get such a pile of money? That's what beats +me!" + +"Business, my young friend, business! Why I've made that amount of +money in one day." + +"You don't say!" + +"Yes, by speculating in Wall Street." + +"You must be smart!" + +"My teachers didn't seem to think so. But life in the city is very +different from life in the country." + +"I wish I could make some money." + +"A man must have money to make money. If now you had a little money----" + +"I've got ten dollars to pay my expenses." + +"Is that all?" + +"No; I've got fifteen dollars to buy a shawl and dress for marm, and +some shirts for dad. He thought he'd like some boughten shirts. The +last marm made for him didn't fit very well." + +"You must take good care of your money, Mr. Bascom. I regret to say +that we have a great many pickpockets in New York." + +"So I've heerd. That's what Jim Duffy told me. He went to York last +spring. But I guess Jim was keerless or he wouldn't have been robbed. +It would take a smart pickpocket to rob me." + +"Then you keep your money in a safe place?" + +"Yes, I keep my wallet in my breeches pocket;" and Joshua slapped the +right leg of his trousers in a well satisfied way. + +"You are right! I see you are a man of the world. You are a sharp one." + +Joshua laughed gleefully. He felt pleased at the compliment. + +"Yes," he chuckled, "I ain't easy taken in, I tell you, ef I was born +in the woods." + +"It is easy to see that. You can take care of yourself." + +"So I can." + +"That comes of being a Bascom. I am glad to know that we are related. +You must call on me in New York." + +"Where do you live?" + +"At the Fifth Avenue Hotel. Just ask for Ferdinand Morris. They all +know me there." + +"Is that a good place to stop?" + +"Yes, if you've got money enough. I pay five dollars a day for my +board, and some extras carry it up to fifty dollars a week." + +"Gosh all hemlock!" ejaculated Joshua, "I don't want to pay no more'n +five dollars a week." + +"You can perhaps find a cheap boarding-house for that sum--with plain +board, of course." + +"That's what I'm used to. I'm willin' to get along without pie." + +"You like pie, then?" + +"We ginerally have it on the table at every meal, but I can wait till I +get home." + +"I will see what I can do for you. In fact, all you've got to do is to +buy a morning paper, and pick out a boarding-house where the price will +suit you. You must come and dine with me some day at the Fifth Avenue +Hotel." + +"Thank you! You're awful kind, but I'm afraid I ain't dressed up enough +for such a stylish place." + +"Well, perhaps not, but I might lend you a suit to go to the table in. +We are about the same build." + +"If you've got an extra suit----" + +"An extra suit? Mr. Bascom, I have at least twenty extra suits." + +"Gee-whillikens! What do you want with so many clothes?" + +"I never wear the same suit two days in succession. But I must bid you +good morning, Mr. Bascom. I have a friend in the next car." + +Morris rose, and Joshua, feeling much flattered with his polite +attentions, resumed his glances out of the window. + +"Apples, oranges, bananas!" called the train boy, entering the car with +a basket of fruit. + +"How much do you charge?" asked Joshua. "I feel kind of hungry, and I +haven't ate an orange for an age. Last time I bought one was at the +grocery up to hum." + +"The large oranges are five cents apiece," said Fred. "I can give you +two small ones for the same price." + +"I'll take two small ones. It seems a great deal of money, but I'm +traveling and that makes a difference." + +"Here are two good ones!" said Fred, picking out a couple. + +"All right! I'll take 'em!" + +Joshua Bascom thrust his hand into his pocket, and then a wild spasm +contracted his features. He explored it with growing excitement, and a +sickly pallor overspread his face. + +"What's the matter?" asked Fred. + +"I've been robbed. My wallet's gone!" groaned Joshua in a husky voice. + + + +CHAPTER II. + +A FAIR EXCHANGE. + +"Who can have robbed you?" asked the train boy, sympathetically. + +"I dunno," answered Joshua sadly. + +"How much have you lost?" + +"Twenty-five dollars. No," continued Mr. Bascom with a shade of relief. +"I put dad's fifteen dollars in my inside vest pocket." + +"That is lucky. So you've only lost ten." + +"It was all I had to spend in York. I guess I'll have to turn round and +go back." + +"But who could have taken it? Who has been with you?" + +"Only Mr. Morris, a rich young man. He is nephew to the mayor of New +York." + +"Who said so?" + +"He told me so himself." + +"How was he dressed?" asked Fred, whose suspicions were aroused. "Did +he wear a white hat?" + +"Yes." + +"And looked like a swell?" + +"Yes." + +"He got off at the last station. It is he that robbed you." + +"But it can't be," said Joshua earnestly. "He told me he was worth +quarter of a million dollars, and boarded at the Fifth Avenue Hotel." + +"And was nephew of the mayor?" + +"Yes." + +Fred laughed. + +"He is no more the mayor's nephew than I am," he said. "He is a +confidence man." + +"How do you know?' asked Joshua, perplexed. + +"That is the way they all act. He saw you were a countryman, and made +up his mind to rob you. Did you tell him where you kept your money?" + +"Yes, I did. He told me there was lots of pickpockets in New York, and +said I ought to be keerful." + +"He ought to know." + +"Can't I get my money back?" asked Mr. Bascom anxiously. + +"I don't think there's much chance. Even if you should see him some +time, you couldn't prove that he robbed you." + +"I'd like to see him--for five minutes," said the young farmer, with a +vengeful light in his eyes. + +"What would you do?" + +"I'd give him an all-fired shakin' up, that's what I'd do." + +Looking at Mr. Bascom's broad shoulders and muscular arms, Fred felt +that he would be likely to keep his word in a most effectual manner. + +"I don't know what to do," groaned Joshua, relapsing into gloom. + +As he spoke he slid his hand into his pocket once more, and quickly +drew it out with an expression of surprise. He held between two fingers +a handsome gold ring set with a neat stone. + +"Where did that come from?" he asked. + +"Didn't you ever see it before?" inquired the train boy. + +"Never set eyes on it in my life." + +"That's a joke!" exclaimed Fred with a laugh. + +"What's a joke? + +"Why, the thief in drawing your wallet from your pocket dropped his +ring. You've made an exchange, that is all." + +"What is it worth?" asked Joshua, eagerly. "Permit me, my friend," said +a gentleman sitting just behind, as he extended his hand for the ring. +"I am a jeweler and can probably give you an idea of the value of the +ring." + +Joshua handed it over readily. + +The jeweler eyed it carefully, and after a pause, handed it back. + +"My friend," he said, "that ring is worth fifty dollars!" + +"Fifty dollars!" ejaculated Joshua, his eyes distended with surprise. +"I can't understand it. Cousin Sue has got a gold ring as big as this +that only cost three dollars and a half." + +"Very likely, but the stone of this is valuable. You've made money out +of your pickpocket, if he only took ten dollars from you." + +"But he'll come back for it." + +The jeweler laughed. + +"If he does, tell him where you found it, and ask how it came in your +pocket. He won't dare to call for it." + +"I'd rather have the ten dollars than the ring." + +"I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll advance you twenty-five dollars on +the ring, and agree to give it back to you any time within a year on +payment of that sum, and suitable interest." + +"You can have it, mister," said Joshua promptly. + +As he pocketed the roll of bills given him in exchange, his face glowed +with returning sunshine. + +"By gosh!" he said, "I've made fifteen dollars." + +"That' isn't a bad day's work!" said Fred. + +"It's more'n I ever earned in a month before," said the young farmer. +"I declare it's paid me to come to the city." + +"You are lucky! Look out for pickpockets, as they don't always give +anything in exchange. Now you can afford to buy some oranges." + +"Give me two five-cent oranges and a banana," said Mr. Bascom with +reckless extravagance. "I guess I can afford it, now I've made fifteen +dollars." + +"I wish that pickpocket would rob me," said Fred smiling. "Fifteen +dollars would come in handy just now," and his smile was succeeded by a +grave look, for money was scarce with the little household of which he +was a member. + +It is time to speak more particularly of Fred, who is the hero of this +story. He was a pleasant-looking, but resolute and manly boy of +seventeen, who had now been for some months employed on the Erie road. +He had lost a place which he formerly occupied in a store, on account +of the failure of the man whom he served, and after some weeks of +enforced leisure had obtained his present position. Train boys are +required to deposit with the company ten dollars to protect their +employer from possible loss, this sum to be returned at the end of +their term of service. They are, besides, obliged to buy an official +cap, such as those of my readers who have traveled on any line of +railroad are familiar with. Fred had been prevented for some weeks from +taking the place because he had not the money required as a deposit. At +length a gentleman who had confidence in him went with him to the +superintendent and supplied the sum, and this removing the last +obstacle, Fred Fenton began his daily runs. He was paid by a twenty per +cent, commission on sales. It was necessary, therefore, for him to take +in five dollars in order to make one for himself. He had thus far +managed to average about a dollar a day, and this, though small, was an +essential help to his widowed mother with whom he lived. + +Just before reaching Jersey City, Joshua Bascom appealed to Fred. + +"Could you tell me where to stop in York?" he asked. "Some nice cheap +place?" + +"I know a plain boarding-house kept by a policeman's wife, who lives +near us," said Fred. "She would probably board you for five dollars a +week." + +"By hokey, that's just the place." said Joshua. "If you do it, I'll +make it right with you." + +"Never mind about that!" said Fred. "All you've got to do is to come +with me. It will be no trouble." + + + +CHAPTER III. + +FRED'S RICH RELATION. + +It was seven o'clock when Fred reached home. He and his mother occupied +three rooms in a tenement house, at a rental of ten dollars a month. It +was a small sum for the city, but as Fred was the chief contributor to +the family funds, rent day was always one of anxiety. It so happened +that this very day rent was due, and Fred felt anxious, for his mother, +when he left home, had but seven dollars towards it. + +He opened the door of their humble home, and received a welcoming smile +from Mrs. Fenton, a pleasant-looking woman of middle age. + +"I am glad to see you back, Fred," she said. "The days seem long +without you." + +"Have you brought me a picture book, Fred?" asked his little brother. + +"No, Bertie, I can't bring you picture books every day. I wish I +could." + +"Albert has been drawing from his last book," said Mrs. Fenton. "He +really has quite a taste for it." + +"We must send him to the Cooper Institute Drawing School when he gets +older. Did the landlord come, mother?" + +"Yes," answered Mrs. Fenton, a shade passing over her face. + +"What did he say? Did he make any fuss?" + +"He was rough and unpleasant. He said he mast have his money promptly +or we must vacate the rooms." + +"Did he take the seven dollars?" + +"Yes, he took it and gave me a receipt on account. He said he must have +the balance to-morrow." + +"I don't see how we can pay it. The company owes me more, but I shan't +get paid till Saturday night." + +"Don't they advance it to you?" + +"It is against the rule. Besides I couldn't get it in time." + +"There is a lady in Lexington Avenue owing me four dollars for sewing, +but when I went there today I heard that she was out of town." + +"It is very provoking to be kept out of your money when you need it so +much. If we only had a little money ahead, we could get along well. +Something must be done, but I don't know what." + +"You might go round to Cousin Ferguson." + +"I hate to ask a favor of that man, mother." + +"You remember that your poor father owned a small tract of land in +Colorado. When Robert Ferguson went out three months since I asked him +to look after it, and ascertain whether it was of any value. As I have +heard nothing from him, I am afraid it is worthless." + +"I will go and ask him, mother. That is a matter of business, and I +don't mind speaking to him on that subject. I will go at once." + +"Perhaps he may be willing to advance a few dollars on it." + +"At any rate I will go." + +Robert Ferguson lived in a plain brick house on East Thirty-Ninth +Street. He was a down-town merchant, and in possession of a snug +competence. Mrs. Fenton was his own cousin, but he had never offered to +help her in any way, though he was quite aware of the fact that she was +struggling hard to support her little family. He had a son Raymond who +was by no means as plain in his tastes as his father, but had developed +a tendency to extravagance which augured ill for his future. He had +never cared to cultivate the acquaintance of his poor cousins, and +whenever he met Fred treated him with ill-concealed contempt. + +It so happened that he was just leaving the house as Fred ascended the +steps. + +"Good morning, Raymond," said Fred politely. + +"Oh, it's you, is it?" + +"Yes," answered Fred briefly, for he did not like the style in which +his cousin addressed him. + +"What do you want round here?" + +"I want to see your father." + +"I guess he's busy." + +"I want to see him on business," said Fred, pulling the bell. + +"If you want to borrow any money it's no use. I struck him for ten +dollars just now, and he only gave me two." + +"Did I say I wanted to borrow any money?" + +"No, you didn't say so, but I couldn't think of any other business you +could have." + +Fred did not have occasion to answer, for here the door opened, and the +servant stood on the threshold. + +"Is Mr. Ferguson at home?" he asked. + +"Yes; will you come in?" + +Fred followed the girl into the back parlor where Robert Ferguson sat +reading the evening paper. + +He looked up as Fred entered. + +"Good evening, Mr. Ferguson," he said. + +"Good evening, Frederick," said his relative coldly. + +"My mother asked me to call and inquire whether you heard anything of +father's land in Colorado." + +"Ahem!" coughed Mr. Ferguson. "I hope she built no day dreams on its +possible value." + +"No sir; but she hoped it might be worth something--even a small sum +would be of value to us." + +"The fact is, these Western lands are worth little or nothing." + +"Father used to say that some time or other the land would be worth a +good sum." + +"Then I don't think much of your father's judgment. Why, I don't +believe you could give it away. Let me see, how much was there?" + +"A hundred and twenty-five acres." + +"How did you father get possession of it?" + +"There was a man he took care of in his sickness, who gave it to him +out of gratitude." + +Robert Ferguson shrugged his shoulders. + +"It would have been better if he had given him the same number of +dollars," he said. + +"Then you don't think it worth as much as that?" + +"No, I don't." + +Fred looked disappointed. In their darkest days, he and his mother had +always thought of this land as likely some time to bring them +handsomely out of their troubles, and make a modest provision for their +comfort. Now there seemed to be an end to this hope. + +"I would have sent your mother word before," said Robert Ferguson, "but +as the news was bad I thought it would keep. I don't see what possessed +your father to go out to Colorado." + +"He was doing poorly here, and some one recommended him to try his +chances at the West." + +"Well, he did a foolish thing. If a man improves his opportunities here +he needn't wander away from home to earn a living. That's my view." + +"Then," said Fred slowly, "you don't think the land of any value?" + +"No, I don't. Of course I am sorry for your disappointment, and I am +going to show it. Let your mother make over to me all claim to this +land, and I will give her twenty-five dollars." + +"That isn't much," said Fred soberly. + +"No, it isn't much, but it's better than nothing, and I shall lose by +my bargain." + +Fred sat in silence thinking over this proposal. The land was the only +property his poor father had left, and to sell it for twenty-five +dollars seemed like parting with a birthright for a mess of pottage. + +On the other hand twenty-five dollars would be of great service to them +under present circumstances. + +"I don't know what to say," he answered slowly. + +"Oh, well, it is your lookout. I only made the offer as a personal +favor." + +Mr. Ferguson resumed the perusal of his paper, and thus implied that +the interview was over. + +"Cousin Ferguson," said Fred, with an effort, "our rent is due to-day, +and we are a little short of the money to meet it. Could you lend me +three dollars till Saturday night?" + +"No," answered Robert Ferguson coldly. "I don't approve of borrowing +money. As a matter of principle I decline to lend. But if your mother +agrees to sell the land she shall have twenty-five dollars at once." + +Fred rose with a heavy heart. + +"I will tell mother what you propose," he said. "Good evening!" + +"Good evening!" rejoined Mr. Ferguson without raising his eyes from the +paper. + +"Twenty-five dollars would be very acceptable just now," said Mrs. +Fenton thoughtfully, when Fred reported the offer of his rich relative. + +"But it wouldn't last long, mother." + +"It would do us good while it lasted." + +"You are right there, mother, but I have no doubt the land is worth a +good deal more." + +"What makes you think so? Cousin Ferguson----" + +"Wouldn't have made the offer he did if he hadn't thought so, too." + +"He might have done it to help us." + +"He isn't that kind of a man. No, mother, it is for our interest to +hold on to the land till we know more about it." + +"How shall we manage about the rent?" + +Fred looked troubled. + +"Something may turn up to-morrow. When the landlord comes, ask him to +come again at eight o'clock, when I shall be home." + +"Very well, Fred." + +Mrs. Fenton was so much in the habit of trusting to her son that she +dismissed the matter with less anxiety than Fred felt. He knew very +well that trusting for something to turn up is a precarious dependence, +but there seemed nothing better to do. + + + + +CHAPTER IV. + +ZEBULON MACK. + +At twelve that day the landlord, Zebulon Mack, presented himself +promptly at the door of Mrs. Fenton's room. + +He was a small, thin, wrinkled man, whose suit would have been refused +as a gift by the average tramp, yet he had an income of four thousand +dollars a year from rents. He was now sixty years of age. At twenty-one +he was working for eight dollars a week, and saving three-fifths of +that. By slow degrees he had made himself rich, but in so doing he had +denied himself all but the barest necessaries. What he expected to do +with his money, as he was a bachelor with no near relatives, was a +mystery, and he had probably formed no definite ideas himself. But it +was his great enjoyment to see his hoards annually increasing, and he +had no mercy for needy or unfortunate tenants who found themselves +unable to pay their rent promptly. + +Mrs. Fenton opened the door with a troubled look. + +"I've come for that other three dollars, ma'am," said Zebulon Mack, +standing on the threshold. + +"I'm very sorry, sir----" began the widow. + +"What! haven't you got the money?" snarled Mack, screwing up his +features into a frown that made him look even more unprepossessing. + +"My son Fred will be paid on Saturday night, and then----" + +"Saturday night won't do. Didn't you promise it to-day?" + +"Yes; and Fred tried to get an advance, but could not." + +"Where is he working?" + +"On the Erie road." + +"Most likely he spends all his money for beer and cigarettes. I know +him. He looks like it." + +"You are very much mistaken, sir," said Mrs. Fenton, indignantly. + +"Oh, you think so, of course," sneered the landlord. "Mothers don't +know much about their boys, nor fathers either. I am glad I haven't a +son." + +"I wouldn't be your son for a million dollars," said little Albert, who +resented the allusion to his big brother. + +"Hey?" snarled Mack, opening his mouth and showing his tobacco-stained +tusks. "What business has a whipper-snapper like you to put in your +oar?" + +"I ain't a whipper-snapper!" retorted Albert, who did not know the +meaning of the word, but concluded that it was not complimentary. + +"Well, ma'am, what are you going to do? I can't stay here all day." + +"Fred thought he would have the money by to-night. He asked if you +would call round after he got home." + +"When is that?" + +"He generally gets home at seven o'clock." + +"Then I'll be here at seven, but if you haven't the money, then out you +go! Do you hear?" + +"Yes, sir." + +"Then mind you remember it. With so many swindling tenants a landlord +has a hard time." + +He shambled off, and Mrs. Fenton breathed a sigh of temporary relief. +All the afternoon she felt troubled and anxious, and her anxiety +increased as the hours wore away. + +"If Fred should be late as he sometimes is," she said to Bertie about +six o'clock, "I am afraid Mr. Mack will carry out his threat and turn +us out on the street." + +"I won't let him," said Albert manfully. + +"We can't help it," said Mrs. Fenton. "Do you think you could find your +way to the depot to meet Fred and hurry him home?" + +"Oh, yes," answered the little boy. "I went there with Fred last week." + +"You are sure you won't get lost?" + +"What do you take me for, mother? I'd be ashamed to get lost anywhere +round the city." + +"Then go, and tell Fred to hurry up. Mr. Mack is so strict and severe +that I am sure he won't wait a minute." + +At seven o'clock precisely Mr. Mack returned and, looking at his watch, +said, "Time's up, ma'am." + +"Wait just a few minutes!" pleaded Mrs. Fenton. "I expect Fred home +every minute." + +"My time's valuable, ma'am. It is not likely the boy will have the +money any way. + +"Won't you wait, then? + +"Do you take me for a fool, ma'am? Here, Finnegan." + +He had brought with him a man in his employ who for starvation wages +helped him move out tenants, and made himself useful in a general way. + +"Here I am, Mr. Mack," said Finnegan. + +"Just give me a hand with this bureau. We'll take that first." + +"Oh, sir," pleaded Mrs. Fenton, "how can you be so merciless? In a few +minutes Fred will be here." + +"I'm not a fool, ma'am. I told you I'd move you at seven o'clock, and +I'm a man of my word." + +"Wait a minute and I'll see if I can borrow the money of Mrs. Sheehan." + +"You ought to have thought of that before. I'll give you two minutes." + +Mrs. Fenton sped down lo the rooms of Mrs. Sheehan on the next lower +floor. + +"Can you lend me three dollars, Mrs. Sheehan?" asked Mrs. Fenton, +breathless. "Mr. Mack threatens to turn us out on the sidewalk." + +"I wish I could, Mrs. Fenton," said Mrs. Sheehan heartily, "but I +bought my John a suit yesterday, and it's taken all my money except +seventy-five cents. I'd be glad to oblige you, indeed I would." + +"I've no doubt of it," sighed the widow, for it was her last hope. + +"Well, have you got the money?" asked Zebulon Mack, as she reappeared. + +"No, sir." + +"Just what I thought. Go ahead, Finnegan." + +They took up the bureau and slowly moved to the door, and down the +staircase with it. + +"It's a shame!" said Mrs. Sheehan, standing at her door. + +"You'd better look out, ma'am! It may be your turn next," said the +landlord with a scowl. "If it is I won't wait for you a minute." + +"It's a hard man, you are, Mr. Mack." + +"I need to be," said Zebulon Mack grimly. "If I wasn't it's precious +little rent I'd get in." + +The outlook for the Fentons was dark indeed. + + + + +CHAPTER V. + +AN ADVENTURE ON THE TRAIN. + +Fred was on board his regular train that same morning at the usual +hour, and started on his round of duty. He sold four morning papers, +but trade seemed rather dull. About eleven o'clock he went through the +first car distributing some packages of candy to the various +passengers. On reaching the end of the car he returned, collecting the +money for those purchased, and reclaiming those not wanted. + +About midway of the car was a man of middle age, with small, +insignificant features, and a mean look. He seemed very much absorbed +in reading a penny paper when the train boy came up. + +"Will you buy the package of candy?" asked Fred. + +"What package?" asked the passenger, looking up. + +"The one I left with you when I passed through the car." + +"I don't know what you mean. You left no package with me." + +"I remember distinctly leaving you a package." + +"You are thinking of some other man." + +"No, I am not." + +"You are mistaken!" said the passenger, frowning. + +"Will you be kind enough to get up and let me see if it is on the seat, +or has fallen underneath?" + +"No, I won't." + +Fred was convinced that the passenger had secreted the package, and was +scheming to cheat him out of the dime. He was a boy of spirit, and he +did not propose to be swindled. + +"Sir," he said in a louder tone, "I am a poor boy trying to earn an +honest living. If you don't pay for this package I shall have to." + +"That is none of my business. I shall not pay for what I haven't got. +Boy, you are very impertinent. I shall report you to the president of +the road." + +"You may do so if you want to. I can't afford to give away my stock in +trade." + +"Boy," interposed a pompous gentleman sitting opposite, "I quite agree +with this gentleman. You are not employed to insult passengers." + +"Or to be cheated by them," said Fred hotly. + +"If you treated me in this way, I would make it my business to have you +discharged." + +"Even if I was right?" + +"Of course you are not right. This gentleman's word outweighs yours." + +"Why should it?" + +"He is a respectable gentleman, and you are only a poor train boy." + +"That may be, sir, but I always tell the truth." + +"Like George Washington," sneered the stout gentleman. + +Fred felt that he was losing his case, and the mean passenger smiled +with satisfaction. But his triumph was short-lived. The train boy found +an unexpected defender. + +"The boy is right," said a young lady sitting directly behind the +passenger with whom Fred had his difficulty. "I saw this man take the +package and put it in his pocket. I have waited with some curiosity to +see whether he would persist in his attempt to cheat the boy out of his +money." + +There was an instant revulsion of feeling. The attempted swindler +looked as if a bombshell had exploded at his feet. + +"There is some error," he stammered. "The young lady is mistaken." + +"I am not mistaken," said the young lady positively "If this man will +allow his pockets to be examined, the package will be found." + +The man rose from his seat and prepared to leave the car. + +"I ain't used to being insulted," he said. + +"Gentlemen," said the young lady, "you have only to look at this man's +side-pocket to see that it contains the package." + +The passenger wore a sack coat, and it was plain to all that the young +lady was right. + +"I will pay for the package if the passenger is not honest enough to do +it himself." + +"No, miss," said a rough-looking man who looked like a western miner. +"This man must pay, or I'll pitch him out of the car myself." + +"I think you had better pay, sir," said the pompous looking man with an +air of disgust. "I took your part, because I supposed you were a +gentleman." + +The other, without a word, drew out a dime from his pocket and handed +it to Fred. Then, looking very ill at ease, he left the car hurriedly, +and went as far forward as possible. + +"Do you have many experiences like this?" asked the young lady, with a +smile. + +"Yes, miss, quite frequently," aid Fred, "and it isn't the poor +passengers that try to cheat me. Sometimes I travel on emigrant trains, +but I never lost a cent by an emigrant. It is those who are able to +pay, like this man, who try to take advantage of me." + +"Do you make good pay?" + +"I average about a dollar a day." + +"I suppose that is fair pay for a boy of your age." + +"Yes, it is; but I need it all. I have a mother and brother to +support." + +"Have you, indeed?" said the young lady sympathetically. "You can't all +three live on six dollars a week." + +"Mother earns a little by sewing, but that isn't paid very well." + +"Very true. So you sometimes get into difficulties?" + +"We are in difficulties now. The rent is due, and we lack three dollars +to make it up." + +"That is easily remedied," said the young lady. "It is my birthday +to-day, and I shall allow myself the luxury of doing good. Here are five +dollars which you will use to pay the landlord." + +"Thank you, miss," said Fred gladly. "You have lifted a weight from my +mind. Our landlord is a strict man, and I was afraid we would be turned +out on the street." + +"Miss, will you let me shake hands with you? You're a trump!" + +It was the western miner who spoke, and he had come forward impulsively +from his seat, and was extending a rough, sunburned hand to the young +lady. + +She did not hesitate a moment, but with a pleasant smile placed her +hand in his. + +"I wish all high-toned gals was like you, miss," said the miner, as he +shook her hand heartily. + +"I am sure you would do the same, sir," said Isabel Archer. + +"Yes, I would, and I meant to if you hadn't got the start of me. You'll +excuse the liberty I took," said the miner. + +"Oh, yes, certainly." + +"I'm a rough miner, but----" + +"You are a kind-hearted man. You may hereafter have it in your power to +help the boy." + +"So I can," and the miner retreated to his seat. + +Arrived at the Erie depot, Fred found his little brother waiting for +him. + +"Oh, Fred," he said, "I hope you've got money for the rent. The +landlord said he would turn us out at seven o'clock if we didn't pay." + +"And I am a little late," said Fred, anxiously. + +"Let me go with you!" said the miner, "I want to see what sort of a +critter your landlord is. The mean scoundrel! It would do me good to +shake him out of his boots." + +Zebulon Mack and his assistant had just succeeded in placing the bureau +on the sidewalk when Fred and his mining friend turned the corner of +the street. + +"There's mother's bureau!" exclaimed Fred in excitement. "He's begun to +move us out." + +"He has, hey?" said Sloan the miner. "We'll soon stop that." + +"What are you doing here?" demanded Fred, hurrying up. + +Zebulon Mack turned round, and eyed the boy with an ugly frown. + +"I told your mother I'd move her out, and I've done it." + +"Why didn't you wait for me? I've got the money." + +"You have?" + +"Yes, I have." + +"Pay it over, then." + +Fred was about to do so when the miner interposed. + +"Don't pay him till he carries back the bureau!" said Sloan. + +"You and your friend can do that!" said the landlord. + +"If you don't catch hold of that bureau and take it back I'll wring +your neck, you mean scoundrel!" said the miner sternly. + +Zebulon Mack looked into the miner's face and thought it wisest to +obey. + +"Here, Finnegan!" he said sullenly. "Take hold, and don't be all night +about it." + +When the bureau was in place, Fred, who had changed the five-dollar +bill, handed Mr. Mack the three dollars. + +"Now, my friend," said the miner, "you can reckon up how much you made +by your meanness. You and that understrapper of yours must enjoy moving +bureaus. I only wish you'd got down the rest of the furniture, so that +I might have the satisfaction of seeing you carry it back." + +The landlord glared at Tom Sloan as if he would like to tear him to +pieces. But he took it out in looks. + +"Good night, sir," said the miner, "we don't care to have the pleasure +of your company any longer." + +"I'll be even with you for all this," growled Mack. + +"Don't feel bad, squire. You've got your money." + +"Mother," said Fred, "this is my friend, Mr. Sloan." + +"I am glad to see any friend of my boy," said Mrs. Fenton. "Won't you +stay and take supper with Fred?" + +"I'd like to, ma'am, if it won't be intruding." + +"Not at all," said Fred cordially. "I've had luck to-day, mother. A +beautiful young lady gave me five dollars." + +"God bless her!" said Mrs. Fenton. "She couldn't have given it at a +better time." + + + + +CHAPTER VI. + +MR. BASCOM'S PERIL. + +Tom Sloan made himself very much at home with the Fentons. The widow +sent out for a steak, and this, with a cup of tea and some fresh rolls, +furnished a plain but excellent repast. + +"I haven't eaten so good a supper for a long time," said the miner. "It +seems just like the suppers I used to get at home in Vermont." + +"It was very plain," said Mrs. Fenton, "but probably you had a good +appetite." + +"You are right there, ma'am." + +Mr. Sloan remained chatting for a couple of hours. He told his new +friends that he had been away two years, spending the time in Nevada +and California. + +"I hope you have had good luck, Mr. Sloan," said Fred. + +"Yes, I've made a few thousand dollars, but I'm going back again next +month." + +"To California?" + +"No, to Colorado." + +Fred and his mother exchanged looks. + +"My father left us some land in Colorado," said the train boy--"a +hundred and twenty-five acres--but we can't find out whether it has any +value or not." + +"Let me know where it is," said the miner, "and I'll find out and send +you word." + +"Thank you! It will be a great favor," said Mrs. Fenton warmly. "A +cousin of my husband went out there three months since, and visited the +land. He reports that it is of no value, but offers to buy it for +twenty-five dollars. Fred thinks he wouldn't make the offer if it was +not worth a good deal more." + +"That's where Fred's head is level. Depend upon it your cousin is foxy +and wants to take you in. I'll tell you just how the matter stands." + +Mrs. Fenton produced her husband's papers, and Mr. Sloan made an entry +of the location in a small note-book which he carried. + +"Don't worry about it any more, ma'am,'" he said. "I'll do all I can +for you, and I hope for your sake there's a gold mine on the land." + +Mrs. Fenton smiled. + +"I shall be satisfied with less than that," she answered. + +"How long are you going to stay in New York?" asked Fred. + +"I am going to Vermont to-morrow, and, likely as not I shan't come back +this way, but go West from Boston. Anyway you'll hear from me +occasionally. I ain't much of a writer, but I guess you can make out my +pot-hooks." + +"I'll take the risk, Mr. Sloan," said Fred, "I am no writing master +myself, but my little brother Albert can draw nicely, and writes a +handsome hand. Bertie, bring your last writing-book." + +The little boy did so, and exhibited it to the miner. + +"Why, the kid beats my old teacher all hollow," said Sloan. "I've a +great mind to take him with me to Vermont, and have him start a writing +school." + +"I'm afraid Albert couldn't keep order among the big boys." + +"Well, there might be some trouble that way. How much do you weigh, +kid?" + +"Ninety pounds," answered Albert. + +"Well, that isn't exactly a heavy weight. But, Fred, I must be going +out and finding a room somewhere. Do you know of any good place?" + +"There's a hotel close by. I'll go with you." + +"Good evening, ma'am," said the miner, as he rose to go. "I may not see +you again just at present, but I'll look after that business of yourn. +Come here, kid, you ought to get a prize for your writing. Here's +something for you," and he handed the delighted boy a five-dollar gold +piece. + +"Oh, ma, now may I have a new suit?" asked Albert. + +"If you want a new suit," said the miner, "I haven't given you enough. +Here's another five to help along." + +"You are very kind, sir," said Mrs. Fenton. "Albert is really in need +of clothes, and this will buy him something more than a suit." + +"All the better, ma'am. I'm glad to have the chance of doing a little +good with my money." + +"I wish all who have money were like you. I wish you health and good +fortune, and a safe return to your friends." + +"Those are three good things, ma'am. If I get there I won't kick." + +"Do you ever kick?" asked Albert, puzzled. + +"I see you don't understand me, kid. It's a slang term we miners use. I +won't complain. That's a little better English, isn't it?" + +Fred conducted Mr. Sloan to the hotel nearby and saw him secure a good +room. Then he was about to retire. + +"Hold on a minute!" said the miner. "Come up to my room. I want to talk +a little to you on business." + +"Certainly, Mr. Sloan." + +Reaching the chamber, the miner unbuckled a belt that spanned his +waist, and drew therefrom a large sum in gold pieces. He counted out +five double eagles--a hundred dollars--and turning to Fred, said: "I +want you to keep that money for me till I come back." + +"But, Mr. Sloan," said Fred surprised, "why not leave it with your +other money? I might lose it." + +"I want you to put it in some savings bank in your own name, and, if +you need it, to draw out any part of it. I don't want that mean scamp, +the landlord, to get a chance to turn you out into the street." + +"But I might not be able to pay it back, Mr. Sloan." + +"I'll take the risk. I lend it to you without interest for a year, and +if you have to use any of it I won't sue you." + +"You are very kind! It will make me feel much more easy in mind. I +wouldn't mind being turned into the street on my own account, but +mother couldn't stand it." + +"Just so, Fred. You've got a good mother, and you must look out for +her." + +"I don't often meet a good friend like you, Mr. Sloan." + +"Oh, pshaw! you mustn't make too much of a little thing," said the +miner modestly. "I'm only giving you the interest on a hundred +dollars." + +Fred walked slowly homeward, feeling very cheerful. He hoped he should +not need to use any of Mr. Sloan's kind loan, but it gave him a feeling +of relief to know that he had a fund to draw from in case of need. + +On his way home, in passing a drinking saloon, Fred's attention was +drawn to two men who came out, arm in arm, both of whom appeared to be +under the influence of liquor. Something in the dress and figure of one +looked familiar. Coming closer Fred recognized his country friend, +Joshua Bascom. + +"What, Mr. Bascom! Is this you?" + +"Why, it's Fred!" said Bascom stopping short and trying to stand erect. + +"Oh, come along!" said his companion impatiently. + +"No, I want to see the train boy. Good night, old fellow!" + +The other angrily protested against being shaken off, but Joshua +dropped his arm, and took Fred's instead. + +"How came you with that man?" asked Fred. + +"He's a jolly, sociable chap. Wanted to take me to a little card party, +but I guess it's too late." + +"Did he meet you in the saloon?" + +"No; he took me in there, and treated me to three glasses of milk +punch. I guess it's got into my head. Do you think I am--intoxicated, +Fred?" + +"It looks very much like it, Mr. Bascom." + +"I hope they won't hear of it at home. Dad would get the minister to +come and give me a talkin' to." + +"I hope this stranger didn't get any of your money?" + +"No; he wouldn't let me pay for a thing." + +"He meant to get the money back. He was carrying you to some gambling +house, where he would have won all your money." + +"You don't say!" exclaimed Joshua, panic-stricken. "I thought he was a +nice fellow." + +"Be careful how you trust strangers, and don't go to any more drinking +saloons!" + +"I won't," said Mr. Bascom, fervently. + +"I will take you to your room, and you had better take a good long +sleep. If you want to go round, I'll call to-morrow evening, and go to +some place of amusement with you." + +"I think Mr. Bascom had better go back to his farm soon," thought Fred, +as he returned from piloting Joshua home. "If he doesn't he is likely +to get into trouble." + + + + +CHAPTER VII. + +FERDINAND MORRIS. + +When Ferdinand Morris left the train after robbing Joshua Bascom, as +described in the first chapter, he was in excellent spirits. He had +effected his purpose, and got off scot free. He walked briskly away +from the station at which he got out, and didn't stop to examine the +wallet till he had got half a mile away. + +When he discovered that it contained only ten dollars, he was filled +with disgust. + +"What could the fellow mean by coming to the city with only ten dollars +in his pocketbook?" he muttered. "It's a regular imposition. It wasn't +worth taking. Here I am, stranded in the country, and my ticket of no +value, for only ten dollars! I should like to see my rural friend's +wo-begone look when he discovers the loss of his wallet, though." + +This thought helped to reconcile Morris to the situation. The picture +which he had conjured up tickled his fancy, and he laughed heartily. +But his merriment was short-lived. Incidentally he noticed the loss of +the ring, and his countenance changed. + +"My ring gone!" he exclaimed. "What can have become of it? It was worth +fifty dollars at least. I must have dropped it into that fellow's +pocket when I took his wallet. That's a pretty bad exchange. What an +unlucky chap I am! I am about forty dollars out of pocket." + +The satisfaction of Mr. Morris was quite destroyed. There seemed little +hope of his recovering the ring, for he could not make known its loss +without betraying himself. + +"I may as well be going back to New York," he said moodily. "If I meet +that fellow again, I must get up some scheme for recovering the ring +from him. He is a countryman and I can frighten him into giving it to +me. The worst of it is, the ring is not mine, and the owner will make a +fuss about it. She is inclined to be suspicious, and I shall find it +hard work to explain." + +In a house on Lexington Avenue lived a maiden lady, close upon forty +years of age, though she called herself thirty-one. Miss Josephine +Harden had been left independent through the will of an aunt who had +left her the sum of thirty-five thousand dollars. She had been for +eight years an humble attendant, subject to the numerous whims and +caprices of her relative, but two years since had been repaid by a +legacy. Ever since Miss Marden had been looking about for a suitable +matrimonial partner. There were some difficulties in the way, for she +was thin, long-nosed, and with a yellow complexion. Three impecunious +bachelors, lured by her money, had paid her some attentions, but their +courage failed at last, and they silently slunk away. At length, +however, Ferdinand Morris met Miss Harden, and conceived the idea of +marrying her for her money. When he had once got possession of her +fortune, he proposed to leave her in the lurch. + +Morris was a stylish-looking man, and the spinster received his +attentions very favorably. She knew very little about him except that +he was in some mysterious business about which he did not speak +definitely, except that it required him to travel constantly. Matters +progressed until they became engaged. At this point, rather reversing +the usual order of things, Miss Marden gave her suitor the ring which +he had now lost. + +"If we don't marry," she said cautiously, "I shall expect you to give +it back." + +"Certainly, my dear Josephine," said Morris, "but I shall hold you to +your promise." + +"You might see some girl younger and fair," said Hiss Marden coyly. + +"How could that be?" said Morris with mock ardor, as he bent over her +hand and kissed it with secret facial contortions. "Do you doubt my +love?" + +"I try not to, Ferdinand, but I am no longer in my first youth. I +shudder to say it I am twenty nine." + +"You were two years older last week," thought Morris. + +"I--I don't feel so old," said the spinster, "but I am afraid it is a +fact." + +"I don't believe you will ever be forty again," thought Morris. "By the +way, Josephine, have you thought of that investment I spoke to you +about? I can get a hundred shares of mining stock for you, at five +dollars a share--the inside price--while to the general public it is +only sold at ten." + +"It may be as you say, Ferdinand, but my aunt lost money in mining +stocks, and I shall hardly dare to venture." + +"Confound your aunt!" said Morris to himself. "I assure you, Josephine, +this is a chance to double your money in three months." + +"Have you invested in it yourself, Ferdinand?" + +"Oh, yes," answered Morris, glibly, "I have a hundred and fifty +shares." + +Suspicious as she was, Miss Morris believed her suitor to be a man of +means, and did not doubt his statement. + +"Then I hope for your sake it will prove a good investment." + +"Confound her!" thought Morris, "there seems no chance to make her open +her purse strings. She has got to come down liberally, or I won't marry +her." + +It was at Miss Marden's door that Ferdinand Morris rang on the evening +after the loss of the ring. He would have kept away, but he had +promised to call, and Miss Morris was very strict in requiring him to +keep his engagements. + +He had hardly entered the room when she discovered the loss of the +ring. + +"What has become of the ring, Ferdinand?" she asked quickly. + +"I thought you would miss it," he replied in some confusion. + +"Where is it?" I asked Miss Harden peremptorily. + +"Plague take the old cat," thought Morris. "I suppose I may as well +tell the truth." + +"The fact is," he stammered, "it was stolen from me on an Erie train +to-day by a pickpocket." + +"And you let him do it? What could you be thinking of, Ferdinand?" + +"You have no idea how expert these fellows are, Josephine," said +Morris, who certainly ought to know. + +"I think a man must be inexcusably careless or simple," returned the +spinster, "to allow a man to steal a ring from his finger. Do you +suspect anybody?" + +"Yes; I sat beside a young man dressed up as a countryman. He was such +a good imitation, that I was positively taken in. He looked as if he +had been driving the plow all his life." + +"And he stole the ring?" + +"He must have done it. There was no one else near who had the chance." + +"But how could he slip it off your finger without your knowing it?" + +"The fact is, I fell into a doze, and when I was half asleep the ring +was taken. After he had got it he got out at some station, and I am +afraid I never shall see him again." + +"I am not satisfied with your explanation, Ferdinand." + +"You don't mean to say you doubt my word, Josephine?" + +"I paid fifty dollars for that ring at a jeweler's on Sixth Avenue, and +I don't feel like losing so much money." + +"But it is my loss, as you gave it to me." + +"You forget that in case our engagement was broken, it was to be +returned." + +"But you really don't think of breaking the engagement? You don't want +to drive me to despair?" + +"Do you really love me so much, Ferdinand?" said the spinster, smiling +complacently. + +"Can you doubt it? It makes me very unhappy to have you find fault with +me." + +"But you must admit that you were very careless." + +"I confess it, but the man looked so innocent." + +"Do you think you shall ever meet him again?" + +"I think so. He may be in another disguise." + +"I will give you four weeks to do so, Ferdinand. If you don't succeed I +shall require you to buy another in its place." + +"I will do my best," said Morris. + +"I really thought you were sharper, Ferdinand. No pickpocket could rob +me." + +"I may try it some time," thought Morris. "It would be rather a +satisfaction to do it too." + +"I wonder if I shall meet that country fellow again," thought Morris as +he left the house. "If I do I'll see if I can't frighten him into +returning my ring." + +The very next evening, in passing the Standard Theater, near the corner +of Thirty-Third Street Morris saw and instantly recognized the tall, +rustic figure and slouching walk of Joshua Bascom. He paused a moment +in indecision, then summoning up all his native bravado, he stepped +forward, and laid his hand on Joshua's shoulder. + +"Look here, my friend," he said in tone of authority, "I have some +business with you." + + + + +CHAPTER VIII. + +MR. BASCOM'S SAD PLIGHT. + +Joshua turned in alarm, fearing that he was in the hands of a +policeman. + +"What have I done?" he began. Then recognizing Morris, he said, "Why, +it's the man who stole my wallet." + +"You must be crazy," rejoined Morris. "I charge you with theft." + +"Well, that beats all!" ejaculated Joshua. "Just give me back my ten +dollars." + +"I admire your cheek, my friend," said Morris, "but it won't go down. +Where is that ring you stole from my finger?" + +"You left it in my pocket when you put in your hand and stole my +wallet." + +"Ha, you confess that you have got it. Where is it?" + +"Give me back my wallet and I may tell you." + +"My rural friend, you are in great danger. Do you see that policeman +coming up the street? Well, I propose to give you in charge unless you +give me back my ring." + +"I haven't got it," said Joshua, beginning to feel uneasy. + +"Then give me fifty dollars, the sum I paid for it." + +"Gosh all hemlock!" exclaimed Joshua impatiently. "You talk as if I was +a thief instead of you." + +"So you are." + +"It's a lie." + +"Of course you say so. If you haven't fifty dollars, give me all you +have, and I'll let you off." + +"I won't do it." + +"Then you must take the consequences. Here, policeman, I give this man +in charge for stealing a valuable ring from me." + +"When did he do it--just now?" + +"Yes," answered Morris, with unexpected audacity. "He looks like a +countryman but he is a crook in disguise." + +"Come along, my man!" said the policeman, taking Joshua in tow. "You +must come with me." + +"I hain't done nothing," said Joshua. "Please let me go, Mr. +Policeman." + +"That's what they all say," remarked Morris, shrugging his shoulders. + +"I see, he's an old offender," said the intelligent policeman, who had +only been on the force three months. + +"He's one of the most artful crooks I ever met," said Morris. "You'd +swear he was a countryman." + +"So I be," insisted Joshua. "I came from Barton, up Elmira way, and +I've never been in the city before." + +"Hear him!" said Morris, laughing heartily. "Ask him his name." + +"My name's Joshua Bascom, and I go to the Baptist church reg'lar--just +write and ask Parson Peabody, and he'll tell you I'm perfectly +respectable." + +"My friend," said Morris, "you can't fool an experienced officer by any +such rigmarole. He can read you like a book." + +"Of course I can," said the policeman, who felt the more flattered by +this tribute because he was really a novice. "As this gentleman says, I +knew you to be a crook the moment I set eyes on you." + +They turned the corner of Thirtieth Street on their way to the station +house. Poor Joshua felt keenly the humiliation and disgrace of his +position. It would be in all the papers, he had no doubt, for all such +items got into the home papers, and he would not dare show his face in +Barton again. + +"Am I going to jail?" he asked with keen anguish. + +"You'll land there shortly," said Morris. + +"But I hain't done a thing." + +"Is it necessary for me to go in?" asked Ferdinand Morris, with +considerable uneasiness, for he feared to be recognized by some older +member of the force. + +"Certainly." replied the policeman, "you must enter a complaint against +this man." + +Morris peered into the station house, but saw no officer likely to +remember him, so he summoned up all his audacity and followed the +policeman and his prisoner inside. There happened to be no other case +ahead, so Joshua was brought forward. + +"What has this man done?" asked the sergeant. + +"Stolen a ring from this gentleman here," answered the policeman. + +"Was the ring found on his person?" + +"No, sergeant. He has not been searched." + +"Search me if you want to. You won't find anything," said Joshua. + +"He has probably thrown it away," said Ferdinand Morris, _sotto voce._ + +"No, I hain't." + +"What is your name, sir?" asked the sergeant, addressing Morris. + +"My name is Clarence Hale," answered Morris, boldly, taking the name of +a young man of respectable family whom he had met casually. + +"Where do you live?" + +"On Fourth Avenue, sir, near Eleventh Street." + +"Do you swear that this man stole your ring?" + +"Yes, sir." + +"Where?" + +"In front of the Standard Theater." + +"How could he do it?" continued the sergeant. "He could not take it +from your hand?" + +"It was in my pocket. I found him with his hand in my pocket," answered +Morris, glibly. + +"By gracious!" ejaculated Joshua, his eyes distended with amazement, "I +never heard a fellow lie so slick before, in all my life." + +"Silence!" said the sergeant. "Mr. Hale, will you appear to-morrow +morning at Jefferson Market, and testify against this man?" + +"Yes, sir." + +"Officer, have you ever arrested this man before?" went on the +sergeant. + +"I'm not quite sure, sir. You see he's in disguise now. I think he's +_wan_ of the gang." + +Things began to look bad for poor Joshua, who was in a fair way to be +railroaded to the penitentiary, as no doubt more than one innocent man +has been before now, through an unfortunate complication. + +"I wish I had some friend to speak up for me," he said, almost sobbing. +"This is awful!" + +"So you have!" said an unexpected voice. + +Joshua turned, and to his inexpressible relief saw Fred standing on the +threshold. + +"It's the train boy!" he exclaimed joyfully. + +Fred had set out to call upon Joshua that evening, and had chanced to +see him going into the station house with the confidence man. He had +followed to find out what it meant. + +There was one who was not so well pleased to see him. Ferdinand Morris +turned pale, and tried to make his escape. + +"Excuse me," he said. "I am faint, and must get out into the air." + +But Fred stood in his way. + +"Not so fast, Mr. Ferdinand Morris," he said. "What trick are you up to +now?" + +"Do you know this man, Fred?" asked the sergeant, who had known the +train boy for three years, for he lived only one block away on the same +street. + +"Yes, sir, he stole the wallet of this young man on my train on the +Erie less than a week since." + +"But he said the prisoner stole his ring." + +"He left the ring in Mr. Bascom's pocket, when he was feeling for the +wallet." + +"This is a great mistake," said Morris, hurriedly. "I never saw this +train boy before, and haven't traveled on the Erie road for a year." + +"This man is telling a falsehood," said Fred. + +"Will you swear that he was on your train and robbed this countryman?" +asked the sergeant. + +"Yes, sir." + +"Is there any officer who recognizes him?" the sergeant inquired, +looking round the room. + +"I do," answered a stout policeman, who just then entered the station +house. "I arrested him six months since, but he managed to slip away." + +"The prisoner is discharged," said the sergeant. "Hold the complainant +instead." + +To his great joy Joshua was set free, and Mr. Morris, alias Hale, was +collared by a policeman, though he made a desperate struggle to escape. + +"I'll get even with you, boy!" said Morris savagely, addressing Fred. + +"Come along, Mr. Bascom," said Fred. "I presume you don't care to stay +here any longer." + +"Not if I know it," said Joshua, fervently. "If I live till to-morrow +morning, I'll start back to Barton. I've seen all I want to of York. I +won't feel safe till I get home, in sight of the old meetin' house. I +wouldn't have dad know I'd been arrested for a load of pumpkins." + + + + +CHAPTER IX. + +A LONG TRIP. + +Fred appeared at the depot the next morning the superintendent said to +him, "I shall have to change your train to-day. You will wait for the +nine o'clock train for Suspension Bridge." + +"When shall I get there?" + +The superintendent, referring to his schedule of trains, answered, "At +11.44 to-night. The boy who usually goes on this train is sick." + +"When shall I return?" + +"Let me see, it is Saturday. If you would like to stay over a day and +see Niagara Falls, you can do so, and start on your return Monday +morning at 8.35. How do you like the arrangement?" + +"Very much. I was only thinking how I could get word to my mother. She +will feel anxious if I am not back at the usual time." + +"You might send her a note by a telegraph messenger." + +At this moment Fred espied a boy of his acquaintance in the street +outside. + +"Here, Charlie Schaeffer," he called, "do you want to earn a quarter?" + +"Yes," answered the boy quickly. "What do you want me to do?" + +"Take a note to my mother." + +"It'll cost me almost a quarter for expenses." + +"I will pay that besides." + +"All right! Give me the letter." + +Fred scribbled these few lines: + +DEAR MOTHER, + +I am sent to Suspension Bridge and shall not probably be back till late +Monday evening, or perhaps Tuesday morning. Don't worry. + + FRED. + +Charlie Schaeffer, a stout German boy, who was temporarily out of work, +was glad of the chance of earning a quarter for himself, and started at +once on his errand. Fred, quite elated at the prospect of seeing +Niagara Falls, prepared for his trip. He had to carry a larger supply +of stock on account of the length of the journey, and was instructed to +lay in a fresh supply at Buffalo for the home trip. + +He was about to enter the car at ten minutes of nine when Joshua Bascom +appeared on the platform with a well-worn carpet-bag in his hand. + +"Are you going back, Mr. Bascom?" asked the train boy. + +"Yes," answered Joshua. "I don't want to go to no more station houses. +I shan't rest easy til I'm back in Barton. You hain't seen any +policeman lookin' for me, have you?" + +"No; you haven't done anything wrong, have you?" + +"Not as I know of, but them cops is very meddlesome. I thought that +pickpocket might have set 'em on my track." + +"You are safe here. This is New Jersey, and a New York policeman can't +arrest you here." + +"That's good," said Joshua with an air of relief. "Where are you going +to-day?" + +"I'm going all the way with you." + +"You ain't goin' as far as Barton?" + +"Yes, I am, and farther too. I'm going to Niagara." + +"You don't say? And you don't have to pay a cent either?" + +"No, I get paid for going." + +"I wish I was goin' to Niagara with you. By hokey, wouldn't the folks +stare if I was to come home and tell 'em I'd seen the Falls!" + +"Can't you go?" + +"No, I've spent all the money I can afford. I must wait till next +year." + +"Did you spend all of your money, Mr. Bascom?" + +"No," chuckled Joshua. "I've only spent the fifteen dollars I got for +that ring, and shall carry home the ten dollars." + +"You are an able financier, Mr. Bascom. You've made your expenses, and +can afford to go again. You must tell your father how you got the best +of a pickpocket." + +"So I will. I guess he'll think I'm smarter than he reckoned for." + +At about half-past four in the afternoon, Fred was called upon to bid +his country friend good-by. Looking from the door of the car, he saw +Joshua climb into a hay wagon driven by an elderly man whose appearance +led him to conclude that he was the "dad" to whom Joshua had frequently +referred. + +The sun sank, the darkness came on, but still the train sped swiftly +over its iron pathway. The passengers settled back in their seats, some +fell asleep, and the hum of conversation ceased. Fred too gave up his +trips through the cars, and stretching himself out on a seat, closed +his eyes. Presently the train came to a stop, and the conductor, +putting in his head at the door, called out "Niagara Falls." + +Fred rose hastily, for he had made up his mind to get out at this +point. He descended from the train, and found himself on the platform +of the station. + +He had already selected the hotel, a small one where the rate was very +moderate, and as there was no carriage representing it at the train he +set out to walk. It was a small, plain-looking inn, of perhaps thirty +rooms, named after the proprietor: + +THE LYNCH HOUSE. + +On the road thither he was overtaken by a stranger, whom he remembered +as one of the passengers on the second car. He appeared to be about +forty years of age, and though it was a warm summer evening he was +muffled up about the neck. + +"Are you going to stop here over night?" he asked. + +"Yes, sir." + +"You are the train boy, are you not?" + +"Yes, sir." + +"What hotel shall you put up at?" + +"One recommended to me by the conductor--the Lynch House." + +"I think I will stop there too." + +"You may not like it. It is a small, cheap house." + +"It doesn't matter. I am well provided with money, but I don't care for +style or fashion. I am an invalid, and I prefer the quiet of a small +hotel. There will be less noise and confusion." + +"Very well, sir. I think that is the hotel yonder." + +Such proved to be the case. It was large on the ground, but only three +stories in height. Over the portico was a sign, bearing the name. It +was by no means fashionable in its appearance, but looked comfortable. + +Fred and the stranger entered. A sleepy-looking clerk sat behind the +desk. He opened his eyes, and surveyed the late comers. + +"Can you give me a room?" asked Fred. + +"I would like one too," said the other. + +"We've only got one room left," said the clerk. "That's a back room on +the second story. Are you gentlemen in company?" + +"No," answered Fred. "We are strangers to each other." + +"Then I can't give but one of you a room. If you don't mind rooming +together, you can both be accommodated." + +"Are there two beds in a room?" asked the stranger. + +"Yes." + +"Then I don't object to occupying it with this young man. He is a +stranger to me, but I watched him on board the train, and I am sure he +is all right." + +"Thank you, sir," said Fred. + +"Well," said the clerk, "what does the boy say?" + +Fred looked curiously at his companion. He was so muffled up that he +could only see a pair of black eyes, a long sallow nose, and cheeks +covered with dark whiskers. The train boy did not fancy his looks much, +but could think of no good reason for declining him as a room +companion. He felt that the gentleman had paid him a compliment in +offering to room with him, particularly when, as he stated, he had a +considerable amount of money about him. He paused a moment only, before +he said, "Perhaps we may as well room together, then." + +"All right! I will go up with you, as the hall boy has gone to bed. I +hardly expected any guests by this late train." + +The clerk took the stranger's valise--Fred had only a small paper +parcel in his hand, containing a clean shirt and a collar which he had +bought in Jersey City before taking passage on the train. Up one flight +of stairs the clerk preceded them and paused in front of No. 21, the +back room referred to. He unlocked the door, and entering, lighted the +gas. + +It was a room about twelve feet wide by twenty in depth. At each end +was a single bedstead. + +"I think you will be comfortable," said the clerk. "Is there anything +you want before retiring?" + +"No," answered both. + + + + +CHAPTER X. + +WHAT TOOK PLACE IN NO. 21. + +The clerk closed the door, leaving Fred alone with the stranger. + +The latter sat down in one of the two chairs with which the room was +provided. + +"I am not sleepy," he said. "Are you?" + +"Yes," answered Fred, gaping. "I am not used to late hours. Besides, I +was up early this morning." + +"That makes a difference. I didn't get up till eleven. I was about to +propose a game of cards." + +"I don't care for playing cards," said Fred. "Besides, I am sleepy." + +"All right! You won't object to my sitting up awhile and reading?" + +Fred would have preferred to have his companion go to bed, as he was +not used to sleep with a light burning. He did not wish to be +disobliging, however, and answered that he didn't mind. + +The stranger took from his hand-bag a paper-covered novel, and seating +himself near the gas jet, began to read. + +Fred undressed himself and lay down. He remembered with a little +uneasiness that he had with him the hundred dollars in gold which had +been intrusted to him by the miner. He had had no opportunity as yet to +deposit it in the Union Dime Savings Bank, as he had decided to do, and +had not thought to leave it with his mother. He wished now that he had +done so, for he was about to pass several hours in the company of a man +whom he knew nothing about. Still, the man had plenty of money of his +own, or at least he had said so, and was not likely therefore to be +tempted to steal. + +Fred took his place in bed, and looked over toward the stranger with +some uneasiness. + +"Are you a good sleeper?" asked his companion carelessly. + +"Yes," answered Fred. + +"So am I. I don't feel sleepy just at present, but presume I shall +within twenty minutes. I hope I don't inconvenience you by sitting up." + +"No," answered Fred slowly. + +"I've got my book nearly finished--I began to read it on the train. +When do you expect to go back?" + +"Monday morning," Fred answered. + +"That's good! We will go and see the Falls together to-morrow. Ever +seen them?" + +"No, sir; this is my first visit to Niagara." + +"I have been here several times, so I know the ropes. I shall be glad +to show you just where to go. But pardon me. I see you are sleepy. I +won't say another word. Good night, and pleasant dreams!" + +"Good night." + +The stranger continued to read for twenty minutes. At any rate he +appeared to do so. Occasionally he glanced over toward Fred's bed. The +train boy meant to keep awake till his companion got ready to go to +bed, but he was naturally a good sleeper, and his eyes would close in +spite of him; and finally he gave up all hope of resistance, and +yielded to the inevitable. + +Soon his deep, regular breathing showed that he was unconscious of what +was passing around him. + +The stranger rose, walked cautiously to the bed, and surveyed the +sleeping boy. + +"How peacefully he sleeps!" he said. "He has nothing on his conscience. +At his age it was the same with me. I started right, but--circumstances +have been too much for me. There won't be much sleep for me to-night, +for the detectives are doubtless on my track. I must get rid of one +damaging piece of evidence." + +He opened his valise, and, after searching a little, drew therefrom a +massive gold watch rather old-fashioned in appearance, attached to a +solid gold chain. Neither was new, and both had evidently been used for +a considerable number of years. + +"I was a fool to take these," said the stranger. "They are more likely +to fasten suspicion on me than anything else. However, I have a good +chance now to get rid of them." + +Fred had laid his newspaper parcel on a small table near his bed. The +other carefully untied the twine with which he had fastened it, and, +putting the watch and chain inside the shirt, he carefully wrapped it +up again, and tied it with the same cord. + +"The boy will be considerably surprised he opens his bundle and +discovers these," he reflected, with a smile. "He will be a little +puzzled to know how they came there. Well, that is none of my business. +Self-preservation is the first law of nature, and it is important I +should get rid of such tell-tale clews." + +This piece of business over, the stranger stretched himself and took +off his coat. He was proceeding to undress when a sudden thought +deterred him. + +"On the whole," he said to himself, "I will go to bed as I am. I may +have occasion for a sudden start. It is best to be on the safe side." + +He laid his coat on the back of a chair, and putting out the gas, +stretched himself on the bed. He had not thought himself sleepy, but a +recumbent position brought on a drowsy feeling, and before he was well +aware of it he had sunk to sleep. But his slumber was not as sound or +restful as the train boy's. From time to time he uttered ejaculations, +as if he were terror-stricken, and once he waked up with a cold +perspiration on his brow. It took a minute for him to realize his +position. + +"What a fool I am!" he muttered in disgust. "I thought the police had +nabbed me, but all's safe so far. If I could only get a little more +sleep--as sound and peaceful as that boy is enjoying--I should wake +revived in the morning. There is no reason why I shouldn't. They can't +have got on my track so soon." + +He closed his eyes, and succeeded in dispelling the uneasy feeling +which sprang from the consciousness of having exposed himself to the +danger of arrest. It was now three o'clock. In fifteen minutes he was +sleeping again, and this time his slumbers were less disturbed and +uneasy. He awoke suddenly to find the sun streaming into the room. + +"It must be late!" he thought, a little nervously. + +But on examining his watch he found that it was only six o'clock. + +"I may as well get up," he said to himself. "I shall be safer on the +Canada side. I don't want to wake the boy, for he might be tempted to +get up with me. Besides, if he opened his bundle, the sight of the +watch might arouse his suspicions, and get me into trouble. Fortunately +I did not undress, and can be up and away in two minutes." + +He put on his coat, and descended to the office. + +"You are down early," said the clerk in some surprise. + +"Yes. I want to see the Falls and take an early train West. How much is +my bill?" + +He was told, and laid the money on the desk. + +"The boy with you remains?" + +"Yes, I suppose so. The boy is no acquaintance of mine. I only met him +on the train. There is something about that boy that excites my +curiosity," he added thoughtfully. + +"Such as what?" asked the clerk, his curiosity aroused. + +"He seems to have something on his mind. His sleep was very much +disturbed. He moved about a good deal, and muttered frequently, but I +could not make out any words." + +"Perhaps he has run away from home," suggested the clerk. + +The stranger shrugged his shoulders. + +"He may have had good reasons for running away," he said. "However, +that is none of my business. I suppose you missed nothing during the +night." + +"No. Good morning." + +The stranger went out, directing his steps toward the Falls. + +An hour later a quiet-looking man entered the office. + +"Good morning, Mr. Ferguson," said the clerk. "What brings you here so +early?" + +"Business," answered the other briefly. "Did you have any late arrivals +last evening?" + +"Yes; two." + +"Who were they?" + +"A man and boy." + +"Are they here still?" + +"The boy is up-stairs. The man left at six o'clock. He wanted to see +the Falls before taking an early train. He said the boy seemed very +nervous, and had a troubled sleep." + +The detective nodded. "I think he must be the party I want." + +"Why, what has happened?" + +"The house of a wealthy old gentleman in Elmira was entered yesterday +afternoon, and articles of value taken. I received a telegram this +morning which should have reached me last night, asking me to be on the +watch for any suspicious parties." + +"And you think the boy committed the burglary?" asked the clerk in +excitement. + +"It looks like it. With your permission I will go up-stairs and take a +look at him." + + + + +CHAPTER XI. + +FRED FALLS UNDER A TERRIBLE SUSPICION. + +About ten minutes before the arrival of the detective Fred woke up. He +generally awoke earlier, but his long ride of the day before had +fatigued him more than usual. It was natural for him to glance over to +the opposite bed, occupied by his traveling companion. He was surprised +to find it empty. + +"He must have got up early," thought Fred. "I wonder if he has gone for +good." + +This seemed likely, for the stranger's valise had disappeared also. + +"I wonder he didn't wake me up and bid me good-by," thought the train +boy. + +Then a momentary suspicion led him to search for the hundred dollars in +gold which he had carefully concealed in his inside vest pocket. If +that were taken, he would be in a quandary, for there would be little +chance of his being able to make up the loss to his friend, the Western +miner. + +He found, to his relief, that the gold had not been touched, and he +reproached himself for the injustice he had in his thoughts, done his +late room-mate. + +"Well," soliloquized Fred, as he lazily got out of bed and drew on his +clothes, "I am not sorry to have the room alone. If I could have a +friend from home with me I should like it, but I don't care for the +company of a stranger." + +Fred reflected that he had all the day to himself. He could hear the +roar of the famous cataract, which he had not yet seen on account of +his late arrival the night before, and he determined to go there +immediately after breakfast, or even before breakfast if he found that +it was quite near. He went to the window and looked out, but it was not +in sight. + +"I may as well put on a clean shirt," thought Fred, and he went to the +table to open the bundle which he had brought from Jersey City. He had +just unfastened the string when a quick, imperative knock was heard at +the door of his room. + +"Come in!" said Fred, with some surprise. + +He turned his face to the door, and his wonder increased as it opened +and he saw the clerk and a stranger standing on the threshold. They +entered the room and closed the door behind them. + +"What is the matter?" asked the train boy. "Has anything happened?" + +"When did your room-mate leave?" asked the detective, not answering his +question. + +"I don't know; I only just woke up." + +"Did you rest well?" + +"That's a very queer question to ask me," thought Fred. "Yes," he +answered, "I rested very well." + +The detective and the clerk exchanged glances. This statement did not +accord with what Fred's room-mate had said down-stairs. + +"The bed was very comfortable," added Fred by way of compliment to the +house. + +"I am glad you found it so," said the detective dryly. + +"Did you come upstairs to ask how I rested?' asked Fred, with a smile. + +"You are sharp, my young friend," said the detective, "and I think I +may say wonderfully cool under the circumstances." + +"Under what circumstances?" asked Fred, his attention drawn to the last +part of the detective's speech. + +"There was a burglary committed yesterday afternoon in Elmira," said +the detective, fastening his eyes keenly on the face of the train boy. + +"Was there?" asked Fred, not seeing in what way this information was +likely to affect him. "I thought most burglaries were committed in the +night." + +"They are, generally, but this was an exception. There was no one in +the house except old Mr. Carver, who is quite hard of hearing. The +burglary probably took place about five o'clock, and the burglar is +supposed to have taken the 5:51 train from Elmira." + +"Why, that is the train I was on," said Fred in surprise. + +"By a curious coincidence," said the detective with a queer smile, "it +was by your train that the burglar probably traveled." + +His tone was so significant that Fred asked quickly, "What do you +mean?" + +"I mean, my young friend," said the detective, "that you are suspected +to know something of this affair." + +"If you are a detective," retorted Fred, "I don think much of your +sharpness. I have never been in Elmira in my life." + +"Probably not," said Ferguson, the detective, with a provoking smile. + +"I passed through there yesterday on my way from New York. With that +exception, I never saw the place." + +"That may be true," said the detective cautiously, "or it may not. I +will take the liberty of examining your luggage to see if I can find +any of the stolen articles." + +"You are welcome to do it," said Fred. + +"Bring it out then. Where have you put it--under the bed?" + +"All the luggage I have is in this bundle," said the train boy. "You +can open that if you think it will do you any good." + +"You are sure you have no valise?" + +Ferguson, who, like most of his class, was suspicious, peeped under +each bed, but found nothing to reward his search. Somewhat +disappointed, he went to the table and opened the newspaper bundle. He +did so listlessly, not really expecting to find anything, but as he +unrolled Fred's shirt there was a triumphant look in his eyes when he +uncovered the gold watch and chain. + +"Just as I thought," he said, with a nod to the clerk. + +"What is that?' gasped Fred. + +"It appears to be a watch and chain," answered Ferguson coolly. +"Possibly you can tell me how it came there." + +"I know nothing about it," said Fred in dire amazement. + +"You do not claim it as yours, then?" + +"Certainly not. I never saw it before in my life." + +"Is this shirt yours?" + +"Yes." + +"You brought it with you?" + +"Yes." + +"Let me open the watch. Do you see this inscription?" + +Fred and the clerk approached, and on the inside of the case read the +name, "Philo Carver, Elmira, 1865." + +"You see? This is one of the articles stolen from Mr. Carver's house +yesterday afternoon. It is a little odd that this young man in whose +bundle I find it cannot explain its presence." + +"You may believe me or not," said Fred desperately, "but it is true all +the same. I know nothing of this watch or chain, and I never saw either +before. Can you tell me what other articles were taken by the burglar?" + +"Some government bonds, and a small sum of bank bills." + +"Then you had better search for them also here: I will help you all I +can." + +"Well, you are a cool hand." + +"No; I am innocent, that is all." + +"It is pretty clear you have nothing else with you, or you wouldn't be +so willing. However, I consider it my duty to do as you suggest." + +He hunted under the mattresses, and finally examined Fred's pockets. At +last he felt in the inside vest pocket and drew out the gold coins. + +"Ha, we have something here!" he exclaimed. + +"Yes," answered Fred, "but those happen to belong to me." + +"Where did you get them?" + +"From a friend in New York. He intrusted them to me to use if I needed. +Meanwhile I was to put them in the savings bank." + +"Not a very likely story," said the detective suspiciously. + +"Likely or not, it is a true story. Does this man Carver claim to have +lost any gold coins?" + +"No." + +"I thought not." + +"However, we come back to the inquiry--where did you get the watch?" + +"The man who slept in the room with me must have left it here to throw +suspicion on me," said Fred, with sudden inspiration. + +"That is possible," said the clerk, who was favorably impressed by +Fred's manner. + +"We must not jump at conclusions," said the detective warily. "I shall +feel justified in detaining the boy after what I have found." + +"You won't take me to the station house?" said Fred nervously. + +"No; it will answer the purpose if you are locked up in this room--for +the present." + +"Then," said Fred, turning to the clerk, "I shall be much obliged if +you will send me up some breakfast." + +"It shall be done." + +Within half an hour Fred was discussing a beefsteak and fried potatoes +with hearty enjoyment. It takes a good deal to spoil the appetite of a +healthy boy of seventeen. + + + + +CHAPTER XII. + +FRED AS A PRISONER. + +After breakfast Fred became restless. It was tantalizing to be so near +the Falls, and yet to be locked up, and prevented from seeing them. Of +course it would all come right in time, but it was hard to bear the +suspense and confinement. Hunting round the room he found a juvenile +book, and sitting down at the window read it. It helped to while away +the time till twelve o'clock. He had scarcely read the last page when +he heard the key turning in the lock outside. The door opened and two +persons appeared at the entrance. One was the clerk the other a boy, +rather short, with a bright, attractive face. + +"I thought you might like company," said the clerk in a friendly +manner. "This is my young cousin, Frank Hamblin, who will remain with +yon for a while." + +"I am glad to see you, Frank," said Fred offering his hand. "You are +very kind to come and see a bold, bad burglar." + +"You don't look much like it," said Frank, laughing. "Still appearances +are deceitful." + +"I don't think I look wicked," said Fred meditatively, as he glanced at +his reflection in a small mirror that hung over the washstand. "Yet it +appears that I have broken into a gentleman's house in Elmira, and +stolen a gold watch and chain and some government bonds." + +"How could you do it?" asked Frank with much seriousness. "So young and +yet so wicked!" + +"That's the question that puzzles me," said Fred. "How could I do it +when at the time the burglary was committed I was speeding over the +Erie road at the rate of thirty miles an hour?" + +"Can you prove this?" asked Frank eagerly. + +"Certainly I could, if the conductor or brakeman of my car were here." + +"Where are they?" + +"Probably on their way back to New York." + +"Do you live there?" + +"Yes." + +"I have always wanted to see the city of New York. It must be a gay +place." + +"You are right there, Frank. Whenever you do come, just inquire for +Fred Fenton, and I will show you round. There is my address." + +"Thank you! I should like it ever so much. Have you ever been here +before?" + +"No. I wanted very much to see the Falls, but here I am locked up in a +hotel chamber. I wish the Falls were visible from the window." + +"They are on the other side of the house." + +"Do you know this detective--the one that searched me?" + +"Yes, I have seen him. I heard him tell my cousin that he did not +believe you guilty, but that finding the watch and chain in your bundle +was a suspicious circumstance." + +"I suppose it is. Now I can understand how innocent people get into +trouble. Do you live here?" + +"No, I am only visiting some friends here. I live in Auburn." + +"That's where the State's prison is, isn't it?" + +"Yes." + +"Then I hope I shan't go to Auburn to live. Have you any idea how long +I shall have to stay here?" + +"Till evening, I suppose. You will probably be brought before a justice +in the morning," was Frank's reply. + +Fred sighed. + +"How differently things have turned out from what I anticipated," he +said. "I expected to be walking round, and looking at the Falls to-day." + +"Hold on a minute!" said Frank. "Mr. Ferguson boards here, and he may +be down-stairs now. I'll ask him if you can't go out under my charge if +you'll promise not to run away. + +"I'll promise that fast enough. You can knock me down if I attempt to +escape." + +"I am afraid I might find that difficult, as you are at least two +inches taller than I." + +"I will be very gentle and submissive. I wouldn't be willing to run +away with such a suspicion hanging over me." + +"Excuse me a minute! I'll do what I can for you." + +Frank went to the door and attempted to open it, but it was locked on +the outside and resisted his efforts. + +"I forgot," he said, laughing, "that I am a prisoner too. Really it +makes a fellow feel queer to be locked up." + +"That's the way I feel. You can ring the bell, can't you?" + +"A good thought!" + +Frank rang the bell, and presently a hall boy opened the door about an +inch, and looked in. + +"Is anything wanted?" he asked. + +"Is Mr. Ferguson down-stairs?" said Frank. + +"He has just come in." + +"Won't you ask him to step up here a minute?" + +"All right, sir." + +The door was relocked, but two minutes later it was opened and the +detective walked in. + +"Ha!" he said. "So we have two burglars instead of one." + +"I am just as much a burglar as Fred is," said Frank. + +"Then," said the detective with a smile, "I may feel it my duty to +search you. You do have rather a hardened expression." + +"Do you think I have?" asked Fred smiling. + +"Well, no. I wouldn't pick you out for a professional criminal, and to +be honest with you, I doubt whether you know anything of the burglary." + +"Thank you! I am glad you have a better opinion of me than that." + +"But what is it you want of me, Frank?" + +"I want Fred to have a chance to see the Falls. He has never been here +before, and it will be a great disappointment to him if he has to go +away without seeing them." + +"To be sure, to be sure!" said the detective thoughtfully. + +"I thought you might let him go out under my escort." + +Mr. Ferguson smiled. + +"What could you do if he took it into his head to escape?" + +"You couldn't lend me a club, could you?" + +"I don't carry any. That is for policemen, and I have never acted in +that capacity." + +"But he won't run away, will you, Fred?" + +"No, I prefer to stay here till I am cleared of suspicion." + +"You see, Mr. Ferguson," said Frank, eagerly, "there will be no risk +about it. He can give you his _parole_--that's the word, isn't it?" + +"Yes; but this privilege is never accorded to those who are arrested +for burglary." + +"It is certainly inconvenient to be a burglar," said Fred, smiling in +spite of his secret anxiety. + +"Then you can't let him go?" questioned Frank, regretfully. + +"Well, there is one way. I should not consider it safe to let him go +with you, but I might accompany you." + +"That will be capital! You will, won't you?" + +"Yes, I will," said Ferguson, after a momentary pause. "I have a boy of +my own about the age of--the young burglar--and that perhaps inclines +me to be more indulgent. But you must wait till after dinner." + +"Will dinner be sent up here?" asked Frank. + +"Yes, for him; but you are not staying at the house." + +"I forgot; and I haven't got money enough to pay for a hotel dinner." + +"That's all right, Frank," said Fred. "I invite you to dine with me, +and it shall be charged on my bill. I shall enjoy dinner better if I +have company." + +"Thank you. I accept the invitation, but I don't like to be an expense +to you." + +"Never mind." + +Dinner was sent up in the course of half an hour, and the two boys +enjoyed it. + +"Are you still attending school, Frank?" asked Fred. + +"Yes." + +"I should like to, but poor boys like me have to work for a living." + +"If you won't tell I will let you into a secret." + +"What is it?" + +"I am writing a long story. I want to be an author some time. I've +written twenty chapters already." + +"You must be smart," said Fred in surprise. "Why, I couldn't write as +much in a whole year." + +"Of course I can't tell whether it is good for anything, but some time +I mean to write well." + +"Well, Frank, I wish you success, I am sure. Some day I may be proud to +know you." + +"Now I might write a story about you, and call it 'The Boy Burglar.'" + +"Don't! I have no wish to figure in that character." + +Half an hour later the door opened, and the detective entered, dressed +for a walk. + +"Now, if you two burglars are ready," he said, "we will take a stroll." + + + + +CHAPTER XIII. + +THE HOTEL CLERK'S MISTAKE. + +"What was the name of your room-mate, Fred?" asked Frank Hamblin, as +they went down-stairs. + +"I didn't notice. He registered before me." + +"Suppose we look and see. It may be well to know." + +They opened the hotel register, and saw written in a bold, free hand: + +"F. GRANT PALMER, CHICAGO." + +"It may be another Fred," suggested Frank. + +"Or Frank. Either name would do for a burglar," said Mr. Ferguson, +smiling. "But it is hardly consistent with professional etiquette to +joke on such a subject. I will endeavor to forget while we are walking +together that one of the party is an offender against the laws, or +under suspicion as such." + +"I want to forget it myself," said Fred, "or it will spoil my enjoyment +of Niagara." + +"I wonder where Mr. F. Grant Palmer is now," said Frank. "I feel sure +he is the real burglar." + +"Then he has probably gone over into Canada," returned Fred. "It is +unlucky for me that he left the watch and chain, but lucky for Mr. +Carver, who will now recover them." + +Meanwhile let us follow Mr. Palmer, whose movements are of interest to +us in connection with the suspicion he has managed to throw on Fred. +When he left the Lynch House he proposed, as a measure of safety, to go +over to the Canada side, and indeed he did so. He made his way to the +Clifton House, and registered there, depositing his valise at the +office while he went in to breakfast. + +"We have no room at present," said the clerk, politely, "but by the +middle of the forenoon we shall undoubtedly have a few vacancies. Will +that answer?" + +"Oh, yes," said Palmer easily. "I am in no special hurry for a room, +but will take breakfast and go out for a walk." + +It did occur to Mr. Palmer that the valise, containing as it did the +bonds stolen from Mr. Carver in Elmira, should be carefully guarded. +However, it would surely be as safe in the care of the hotel clerk of +the Clifton as in any hotel room, and probably even safer. So he ate +breakfast with an easy mind, and then, purchasing a cigar, took a walk +along the road which presents the best views of the Falls. + +Mr. Palmer felt very complacent. + +"It is a blessing to gentlemen in my profession," he soliloquized, +"that Canada is so conveniently near. Here the minions of the law +cannot touch us for any little indiscretion committed under the stars +and stripes. I hear people talking of annexing Canada to the States, +but to that I am unalterably opposed. I should have to retire from +business, and I am not able to do that at present." + +He was standing at a convenient point surveying the Falls, when he felt +a light touch on his shoulder. Such was the force of habit that Mr. +Palmer started violently, and turned round nervously. + +It was a stout man with a smiling face that confronted him. + +"Ha, Palmer!" said the new arrival. "Did you mistake me for----" + +"How are you, Wellington? I am glad to see you." + +"Instead of----" + +"Oh, pshaw! A man naturally starts when he is tapped on the shoulder +unexpectedly." + +"I see. You were admiring the Falls." + +"Yes." + +"There is a good deal of romance in your composition, my dear Palmer," +said his friend banteringly. "Anything new?" + +"Well, yes," said Palmer, glancing around him cautiously. + +"Made a strike, eh?" + +"Well, something of the sort." + +"What is it?" + +"I managed to have a stroke of luck at Elmira, yesterday afternoon." + +"How much did you get away with?" + +"Hush! don't speak so plainly. Suppose any one should hear you?" + +"My dear fellow, there is no one within two hundred yards." + +"Well, there must be five thousand dollars in bonds and money." + +"Very neat, upon my word! You are in luck!" + +"How about you?" + +"I made a small raise at Buffalo--a paltry three hundred dollars' +worth. It was hardly worth the trouble of taking. Still, a man must +live." + +"To be sure!" + +"Now with what you picked up you can live a year or two in comfort. +Upon my soul, I envy you. Are you suspected?" + +"I have managed to divert suspicion, I think;" and Palmer told his +friend the story of his secreting the gold watch and chain in Fred's +luggage. + +"Very shrewd!" said his friend approvingly. "Palmer, you are a credit +to our profession. I shall be content to take lessons of you." + +"Oh, you are only joking," said Palmer, his expression showing, +however, that he felt proud of the compliment. + +They took a long and leisurely walk together, talking over their mutual +experiences. They had known each other for ten years, having been +fellow boarders together as far back as that at Sing Sing, since then +neither had been caught, though both had been engaged in violating the +laws. Their similar professions had given them a common bond of +sympathy, and they found so much satisfaction in each other's company +that the time slipped by insensibly, and it was half-past twelve before +they found their way back to the Clifton. + +Mr. Palmer stepped up to the desk. + +"Have you a room for me yet?" he inquired. + +"Yes, sir; I can give you No. 67. Here, front!" + +A hall boy answered the summons. + +"Take the gentleman up to 67," said the clerk. + +"Any luggage, sir?" + +"You may hand me my valise, if you please." + +"Beg pardon; here it is." + +"Come up with me, Wellington. We'll continue our talk up stairs." + +Palmer merely glanced at the valise, and continued talking with his +friend. The hall boy unlocked the door of No. 67 and led the way +inside. + +It was a pleasant room, and Palmer looked about him approvingly. + +"I shall be very comfortable here," he said. + +"Is everything right?" asked the hall boy, lingering. + +Palmer smiled, drew a quarter from his pocket and put it into the ready +hand of the young man. + +"You take American coins, don't you?" he asked with a smile. + +"Oh, dear, yes, sir. Thank you!" + +"That is all for the present. If I want anything I will ring." + +Wellington scanned the valise with an eye of interest. + +"So that holds the swag, does it?" he asked. + +"My dear friend, don't use such vulgar terms!" said Palmer +reproachfully. "It's not only inelegant, but it's imprudent. Suppose +anybody heard you?" + +"Your reproof is just, Palmer. I am rather a blunderer, I admit. I see +you are traveling under a false name." + +"What do you mean?" + +Wellington pointed to a small card attached to the valise. It bore the +name of Edmund Lawrence. + +When Palmer's glance fell on this card, a quick glance of dismay swept +over his face. + +"That isn't my valise!" he said. + +"Not your valise!" + +"No. The clerk has made a mistake. I must see him at once!" continued +Palmer, in an agitated voice. "He may have given my valise to this man +Lawrence, and in that case I am ruined. Stay here till I return." + +Palmer seized the satchel, opened the door, and descended to the office +in breathless haste. As he dashed up to the desk the clerk eyed him in +mild surprise. + +"What is the matter?" he asked. + +"Matter enough! You have given me the wrong valise." + +"Is it possible?" + +"See here; this belongs to a party named Lawrence--Edmund Lawrence. +Give me mine at once." + +The clerk looked troubled. + +"I am afraid I can't," he faltered apologetically. "I gave Mr. Lawrence +your valise--you will observe that they are very much alike--and he +carried it away two hours since." + +Palmer felt ready to drop. To think that after all his careful planning +everything should be jeopardized by a hotel clerk's error. + +"Do you know what you have done?" he said, in a hollow voice. "My +valise contained two thousand dollars' worth of securities." + +"I am terribly sorry, Mr. Palmer, but I don't think you will suffer any +loss. This Mr. Lawrence looks like a high-toned gentleman. You can see +him within an hour. He went from here to the International Hotel on the +American side of the Falls. I advise you to go over at once, take his +bag with you, and exchange." + + + + +CHAPTER XIV. + +THE MISSING VALISE. + +That he was imprudent in trusting himself on the American side Mr. +Grant Palmer was well aware, but he felt that he was in danger of +losing the entire proceeds of his skilful burglary, and to this he +could not make up his mind. Besides the danger was not very great. Why +should any one suppose that an ordinary valise contained stolen +property? There was nothing remarkable about the appearance of his +hand-bag. Hundreds of them are carried every day. If it were opened by +a dishonest person, of course it would be doubtful if he ever got it +back, but the clerk at the Clifton had said that this Mr. Lawrence +seemed like a high-toned gentleman, who would of course scorn to avail +himself of property not his own. + +"Risk or no risk!" decided Palmer, "I must go over and reclaim my +property." + +Leaving him to cross to the American side, we will follow Mr. Lawrence, +who, not at all suspecting that the valise he had received from the +clerk was not his own, repaired to the International Hotel and engaged +one of the best rooms in the house, for he was a man of ample means. He +laid his valise on the bed and went down-stairs. Later in the day he +went out to take his customary walk. + +Meanwhile Fred and his two companions walked about in a leisurely +manner, surveying the Falls from different points, and finally went to +Goat Island. Here they sat down on a bench and surrendered themselves +to the fascinations of the scene. + +"Well, what do you think of Niagara, Fred?" asked Frank. + +"It is even finer than I had supposed," replied the train boy. + +"Some people are disappointed," said Mr. Ferguson, "because they expect +too much. The Falls of Montmorency are considerably higher but not +nearly as wide. There are some cascades in the Yosemite Valley of over +a thousand feet descent, but they are only a few feet wide. For +grandeur Niagara excels them all." + +"I shouldn't like to be swept over the Falls," said Fred. + +"It must be terrible!" said Frank, with a shudder. + +"The reality is worse than any picture drawn by the imagination. Ten +years since it happened to me to see a poor wretch drawn down to +destruction over the cataract." + +The boys looked eager for the story, and he proceeded. + +"I may state," continued the detective, "that I was indirectly the +cause of the tragedy. A defaulting bank cashier had got as far as this +point on his way to Canada, which as now was a haven of refuge to +gentlemen of his character. I was close upon his track, and he was in +imminent danger of capture. There seemed to be only one way of +escape--crossing the river above the Falls. By some means he obtained +a row-boat, and being a fair rower set out on his dangerous trip, +exulting in having outwitted me and made his escape. I remember very +well how he stood up in the boat, and with a smile on his face waved +me a mock adieu, as he impelled the little craft out toward the middle +of the river. + +"He was a strong, sturdy rower, but he had no conception of the +strength and rapidity of the current. He battled manfully, but the boat +immediately began to tend towards the cataract with continually +increasing rapidity. At length he came to realize the fate that +certainly awaited him. His smile was succeeded by a look of despair. I +can see even now the expression of terror and desperation, formed upon +the poor fellow's face when he saw that, struggle as he might, there +was no help or deliverance, I am sure at that time he would have +welcomed me as a friend and savior, and gone with me willingly to +prison, if only he could have been rescued from the impending doom. +Still, however, he plied the oars with desperate vigor and would not +resign himself to his fate. I was painfully excited, and in the poor +fellow's peril quite forgot that he was a criminal of whom I was in +pursuit. The end came speedily. When six feet from the edge of the +cataract, he dropped his oars, threw up his hands, and an instant later +boat and man were swept down into the gulf below." + +"Was his body ever found?" asked Fred. + +"Yes, but it was so mangled as to be almost beyond recognition. Many a +time when looking at the Falls I have pictured to myself the unhappy +victim of that day's tragedy." + +"I suppose," said Frank, "it is impossible to go over the cataract and +live." + +"Not if all stories are to be believed. There is a boy in the village +here who is said to have gone over the Falls, and yet he does not seem +to have suffered any injury. The same story is told of a cat, but cats +are noted for having nine lives, and therefore the story is not so +surprising." + +After a little more chat the three left the island and returned to the +mainland. They had hardly reached it when a telegraph boy approached +Mr. Ferguson and handed him a despatch. + +He opened it and read as follows: + +ELMIRA, SUNDAY. + +My nephew, Edmund Lawrence, is at Niagara. Communicate with him. + +PHILO CARVER. + +"This is your business," said the detective, handing the telegram to +Fred. + +"Let us try to find Mr. Lawrence," said Fred, after reading it. + +"It will be the best way. Mr. Carver does not mention at what hotel his +nephew is staying." + +"Probably he does not know." + +"Undoubtedly you are right." + +"What will you do?" + +"There is only one thing to do to call at the principal hotels, and +look over the registers. We will go first to the International." + +"Very well, sir." + +Ferguson scanned Fred with a smile. + +"You certainly don't act like one under suspicion," he said. + +Fred smiled in return. "I find it hard to realize that I am a suspected +burglar," he responded. + +"So do I. Let us hope that you will very soon be cleared from +suspicion." + +The detective and the two boys turned their steps towards the spacious +and attractive International. + +"It seems a little ahead of the Lynch House," said Fred, "but probably +the prices at the latter suit my pocketbook better." + +They stepped on the piazza, and went into the office. + +Mr. Ferguson opened the hotel register, and among the recent entries +found the name of Edmund Lawrence. + +"Is Mr. Lawrence in?" he asked the clerk. + +"Yes, sir; he came in from a walk five minutes since." + +"I will send up my card." + +The detective wrote on a blank card: + +OSCAR FERGUSON, + +DETECTIVE. + +Important. + +This was handed to a hall boy, who took it up to Mr. Lawrence's room, +and returned with a message that the gentleman was to come up at once. + +"I think you will have to go with me," said Ferguson to Fred. "It won't +do for me to give you a chance to escape." + +"That is the last thing I have in mind," said the train-boy; "but I +shall be glad to see Mr. Lawrence." + +Edmund Lawrence, a pleasant-looking man of middle age, looked somewhat +surprised when turning his eyes toward the door, he saw Ferguson enter, +followed by two boys. + +"You wish to see me on important business?" he said interrogatively. + +"Yes, sir." + +"And you are a detective?" + +"Yes, sir." + +"I hope that I have not fallen under any suspicion." + +"Not at all. Have you heard that your uncle--Philo Carver, of +Elmira--has been the victim of a burglary?" + +"No! Tell me about it." + +The detective told the story, and Mr. Lawrence listened with great +interest. + +"Is any one suspected?" he asked. + +"A party has been arrested on suspicion," answered the detective. + +"Indeed! who is it?" + +"This boy!" answered Ferguson, pointing to Fred. + +"Impossible!" ejaculated Lawrence, eying Fred with incredulous +amazement. + + + + +CHAPTER XV. + +MR. PALMER WALKS INTO A TRAP. + +"Nevertheless it is true. I arrested him at the Lynch House this +morning," affirmed the detective. + +"Do you believe him guilty?" asked Mr. Lawrence, noting with perplexity +Fred's open countenance and tranquil manner. + +"No. Still, circumstances are against him." + +"Please explain." + +"I found your uncle's gold watch and chain in his bundle?" + +"Is it possible?" + +"It is quite true, Mr. Lawrence," said Fred calmly. "Mr. Ferguson will +allow me to say that I was as much surprised as he to find them. The +bundle was a small one and only contained a shirt and collar which I +bought at Jersey City yesterday morning. I can only say that the watch +was not in the bundle then." + +"Perhaps," said Lawrence, who was favorably impressed by Fred's +openness, "you have some theory as to the manner in which the watch got +into your bag." + +"Yes, sir, I have. I had for a room-mate a stranger--a man whom I only +met last evening after the train arrived. We fell in with each other +the way to the hotel. We were obliged to room together on account of +there being but one room vacant at the hotel." + +"What was the man's appearance?" + +"He was rather tall, thin, and dark complexioned. Though it was late he +did not go to bed at once, but sat up for a while finishing a book in +which he was interested. When I awoke in the morning he was gone." + +"You think he was the real burglar?" + +"Yes, sir." + +"What is your reason?" + +"Because it must have been he that put the watch and chain in my +bundle." + +"With a view of diverting suspicion from himself?" + +"Yes, sir." + +"One question more. When were you in Elmira, last?" + +"I was never in Elmira at all," said Fred promptly. "I have never been +so far West before." + +"What was your object in making your present journey?" + +"I came to make money," answered Fred, smiling. + +"That answer may go against you," said the detective. + +"Not when I explain that I am the train boy. I have usually made short +runs, but yesterday morning the superintendent told me I was to go to +Niagara, and gave me permission to stay over Sunday to have a chance to +see the Falls. I began to think I would not see them, after all, but +Mr. Ferguson was kind enough to walk out with me, and let me have a +view of them." + +"Is this boy also a train boy?" asked Lawrence, indicating Frank +Hamblin. + +"No; he is related to the clerk of the Lynch House, and was kind enough +to come up to my room and keep me company." + +"Who has the watch?" asked Lawrence, after a pause. "I have," answered +the detective, producing it. Lawrence took it from his hand. + +"It is my uncle's watch, sure enough," he said. "I remember it a dozen +years since. He sent to Europe for it." + +"His name is in it," said Ferguson. "But for that I might not have +recognized it as one of the articles lost." + +"Do you know what was taken besides?" + +"Money and securities, I am informed, but to what value I have not +learned." + +"You think the boy's room-mate has them in his possession?" + +"There seems to be little doubt of it." + +"Where do you think he is?" + +"On the Canada side, no doubt." + +"He went there this morning?" + +"Yes." + +"I was myself at the Clifton House this morning, and I now remember the +arrival of a man presenting the appearance of this young fellow's +room-mate. He is probably still at the Clifton House." + +"Then he is beyond my jurisdiction," said Ferguson. + +"Do you remember what luggage he had?" asked Lawrence, turning to Fred. + +"He had a small valise, about the size of this," said Fred, his eyes +resting on the satchel which Lawrence had brought from the Clifton, and +thrown down carelessly. "Why," continued Fred, in excitement, "this is +his valise. I recognize it by a dark spot on the side." + +"What do you mean?" said Lawrence sharply. "This is my valise." + +He took it in his hand, and uttered an ejaculation. + +"The boy is right! This is not my valise." + +"Do you mean to say this valise belongs to the man who roomed with you +last night?" demanded die detective. + +"Yes, I feel sure of it." + +"Then--good Heavens!--it no doubt contains the property stolen from my +uncle. Mr. Ferguson, shall we be justified in opening it?" + +"I will take the responsibility," said the detective. + +He took from his pocket a bent wire, and dexterously inserting it in +the lock opened the valise. + +All gathered eagerly about it, anxious to ascertain whether their +suspicions were correct. + +There were a few articles of underwear, which the detective took out +hastily and laid upon the bed. + +"Ha, here we have it!" he exclaimed triumphantly as he drew out two +long envelopes, such as are employed for bonds and securities. "I will +take the liberty to open them." + +One envelope proved to contain two one thousand dollar railroad bonds. +The other contained two U. S. Government bonds of five hundred dollars +each, and miscellaneous securities all together amounting to three +thousand dollars more. + +"A very clever capture on my word!" said Ferguson. "Really, Mr. +Lawrence, you have beaten me in my own line." + +"I am entitled to no credit. It belongs to the boy who identified the +valise. I assure you the wrong bag was given me at the Clifton most +fortunately. I am content to lose the few articles which my own +contained for the sake of recovering my uncle's property. It really +seems like an interposition of Providence." + +"I suspect the thief will feel very ill-satisfied with the exchange. I +wonder what he will do about it." + +There was little chance for speculation on this point. There was a +knock at the door, and a hall boy put in his head. + +"There is a gentleman below who wishes to see you, Mr. Lawrence," he +said. "Here is his card." + +Mr. Lawrence took from his hand a card on which had been written the +name + +F. GRANT PALMER. + +"That is the man, Mr. Lawrence," exclaimed Fred in excitement. "He has +come for his valise." + +"Bring Mr. Palmer up in about five minutes," said Lawrence; "not +sooner." + +"All right, sir!" + +"Now let us repack the valise," said the detective. "I always carry a +large bunch of keys with me, and shall probably find one that will +relock it." + +The shirts, socks, and other articles which had been taken from the bag +were carefully replaced, and Ferguson, as he had thought probable, +found a key which fitted the lock. Then the valise was laid carefully +on the sofa. + +"Mr. Palmer must not see us, and particularly the train-boy," said the +detective, "or he will think something is up. Where can you conceal +us?" + +"There is a bedroom attached to the apartment," said Lawrence. "Go in +there, all of you, and remain till I call you. You can leave the door +ajar, as you will probably be curious to hear what goes on between us." + +"Capital! Couldn't be better!" + +Ferguson, followed by the two boys, entered the smaller room, and +waited impatiently for the entrance of Palmer. + +A knock was heard. + +"Come in!" Lawrence called out lazily. + +The door opened, and F. Grant Palmer entered, carrying in his hand a +valise which seemed to be a fac-simile of the one lying on the sofa. +Palmer's quick eye caught sight of it as he entered the room. + +"Pardon me for my intrusion!" he said suavely, "but I believe we +exchanged valises--at the Clifton--this morning." + + + + +CHAPTER XVI. + +PALMER'S MALICE. + +"Indeed!" said Lawrence, in assumed surprise. + +"Yes, mine was left with the clerk." + +"And mine also." + +"And he doubtless made a mistake in delivering them. Upon my word I am +not surprised, as they certainly are very much alike." + +"So they are!" said Lawrence, taking the valise from Palmer's hand. +"And here is your name too." + +"It is quite a joke, ha, ha!" laughed Palmer, his spirits rising as he +saw that there would be no difficulty in effecting the exchange. "I +suppose I may take mine?" + +"You are quite sure it is yours? Pardon my asking, but you are a +stranger to me." + +"Oh, it's all right! You see this spot on my valise. Outside of that, +there is really no difference." + +"You are willing to swear that valise I brought over from the Clifton +is yours?" + +"Why, of course!" returned Palmer in surprise. "How can there be a +doubt after what I have said?" + +"You will pardon my caution. It certainly does seem like it, but I +don't want to run any risk of giving it to the wrong party." + +"Oh, that's all right!" said Palmer impatiently, setting down Lawrence +in his own mind as a crank. + +"Probably you have the key that opens it." + +"Certainly." + +"Then do you mind opening it, and satisfying yourself and me that it +really belongs to you?" + +"Surely not," said Palmer, really glad of an opportunity of satisfying +himself that the bonds were safe. + +He drew from his pocket a bunch of keys, and carefully selecting one +inserted it in the lock of the valise. It opened at once, and Palmer +eagerly scanned the contents. The under-clothing had been carefully +replaced, and he did not discover that it had been disturbed, but when +he lifted it to look for the envelopes containing the bonds, his face +underwent a change. + +"What is the matter?" inquired Lawrence, calmly. + +"That valise has been opened," said Palmer, angrily. + +"What makes you think so?" + +"The most valuable contents have been removed. I hold you accountable +for this, Mr. Lawrence," continued Palmer, fiercely. + +"Please be a little more explicit. What is it that you miss?" + +"Two envelopes, containing valuable bonds." + +"This is a serious charge. Are you sure they were in the valise?" + +"Of course I am. I put them there myself, and when I opened the valise +this morning they were there." + +"Wasn't it rash in you to leave articles of such value in your valise? +Can you name any of the bonds?" + +"Yes; there were two Erie mortgage bonds of a thousand dollars each, +two government bonds of five hundred dollars each, some bank bills, and +miscellaneous securities." + +"You don't mean it? And you placed them there?" + +"I did, and I am willing to swear to the statement. I demand of you, +sir, where they are." + +Mr. Lawrence rose from his seat, and on pretense of examining the +contents of the open valise, managed to get in between Palmer and the +door. + +"A man in my employ had charge of the valise for a short time," he +said. "He may have opened it." + +"Where is he? He must be arrested before he can get away," said Palmer +in excitement. + +"Ferguson!" called Mr. Lawrence. + +The detective, who had of course heard all that had passed, stepped out +from the inner room. He assumed the tone of a servant. + +"Did you call, sir?" he asked. + +"Yes." + +"I am at your service." + +"This gentleman here claims the valise as his property. He says that +some bonds have been abstracted from it. Am I right?" + +"Yes," assented Palmer, with a fierce glance at the detective. + +"He charges me with having opened the valise, and taken them." + +"What does he say to that?" demanded Palmer in excitement. + +"It is true," said Ferguson, calmly. + +"You hear?" said Palmer. "Give me back those bonds, you scoundrel, and +I may let you go free. Otherwise I will have you arrested, and you can +guess what will follow. Don't let the fellow escape!" he added quickly, +as the detective edged towards the door. + +Lawrence upon this went to the door and locked it. + +"What have you to say for yourself?" he demanded, turning to Ferguson. + +"Only that I am a detective, and that I am specially deputed to search +for and recover the bonds stolen from Philo Carver of Elmira, yesterday +afternoon. I have reason to think I have found them." + +"Duped!" exclaimed Palmer, sinking into a chair in dismay. + +"Yes, Mr. Palmer, it looks like it. There is one article missing, a +gold watch and chain." + +"I don't know anything about them." + +"We may find some one who does. Fred!" + +At the summons the train boy stepped out from the inner room, followed +by Frank Hamblin. + +At sight of his late room-mate Palmer first showed surprise, and then +anger. + +"Did you put up this job on me?" he asked fiercely. + +"It seems that you put up a job on me," said Fred, quietly. "The watch +was found in my bundle." + +"Yes, that was to be your share," answered Palmer maliciously. +"Gentlemen, I suppose I shall have to surrender at discretion, but I am +not the only guilty party. That boy is my confederate!" + +"It is an outrageous falsehood!" burst out Fred indignantly. + +"It is of no use your denying it. I am convinced that you have betrayed +me, and I will have no mercy on you. Gentlemen, arrest me if you think +best, but arrest him too. He is just as guilty as I am." + +"You assert that he is your confederate?" said Lawrence. + +"Yes." + +"How long have you known him?" + +"Ever since he was born. His mother was a cousin of mine," Palmer +asserted unblushingly. + +"Do you believe this, Mr. Ferguson?" asked Fred, quite overwhelmed. "I +never saw this man till last evening." + +"If he is your cousin, what is his name?" asked the detective, not +answering Fred's appeal. + +"Fred Fenton," said Palmer coolly. + +"He has got my name right, but he saw it in the hotel register," said +Fred. + +"I presume you are right," said Ferguson. + +"You seem interested in my young cousin," said Palmer with a malicious +sneer. + +"Do you mean to say that he was with you in Elmira?" asked Lawrence. + +"Yes; he stood outside to warn me if any one came along, who was likely +to interfere with me." + +"And you both took the train for Niagara after the burglary was +effected?" + +"Exactly." + +Lawrence was staggered by the positive assertions of the culprit. It +must be considered that he was not acquainted with Fred, who, so far as +he knew, might be an artful young adventurer. + +"Why didn't you take the boy over to the Canada side with you?" + +"It was understood that he was to come over later in the day. We passed +for strangers at the Lynch House, and I thought it might excite +suspicion if we both went away together at so early an hour in the +morning." + +"Mr. Palmer," said Fred warmly, "you know perfectly well that all these +statements are false, and that I never met you or had anything to do +with you till last evening." + +"It won't do, Fred!" said the burglar. "You and I are in the same boat. +You are a boy, and will probably get a lighter sentence than I. But you +shouldn't go back on your old pal like this." + +"Do you believe that man, Mr. Ferguson?" asked Fred with a troubled +look. + +"No, but I shall be obliged to hold you till I produce him in court +to-morrow." + + + + +CHAPTER XVII. + +TWO YOUNG LADY PASSENGERS AT ODDS. + +Ferguson produced a pair of handcuffs and pinioned the wrists of his +captive. Palmer protested against the humiliation, but Ferguson said +quietly: "You are too important a prisoner for me to run any risk." + +"Are you going to handcuff _him?_" asked the burglar, indicating Fred. + +"No." + +"Why not? Why should you treat him better than me?" + +"I don't think he is guilty; but even if he is I am not afraid of his +running away." + +"You are deceived in him. He looks innocent enough, but he has been +concerned in a dozen burglaries." + +"I hear considerable news about myself," said Fred, "but the truth will +come out at last." + +As the party passed through the streets they naturally attracted +considerable attention. Though a criminal, Palmer had for years evaded +arrest, and he felt mortified at the position in which he was placed. +He reflected bitterly that but for the mistake of the hotel clerk, he +might be at ease with his booty on the Canada side. As it was, things +seemed to have worked steadily against him, notwithstanding his clever +schemes. A long term of imprisonment stared him in the face, instead of +a couple of years of luxury on which he had counted. If he could only +involve Fred in his own misfortune it would be partial satisfaction. To +effect this he was prepared to swear to anything and everything. + +Fred, though only nominally a prisoner, felt very uncomfortable. He was +saved from the disgrace of being handcuffed, and was consoled by +knowing that not even the detective believed him guilty of any +connection with the burglary. Still he was not his own master, to come +and go as he pleased, and it was not certain that he would be able to +go back to New York the next day as he had planned. Circumstances thus +far had worked against him, but there was to be a turn in the tide. As +they walked through the streets on the way to the station house, where +Palmer was to be locked up for safekeeping, they met a man whose dress +showed him to be an employee of the Erie road. + +"Mr. Ferguson," said Fred eagerly, "that is the conductor of one of my +trains. He will tell you that I am the train-boy." + +The conductor had just discovered and recognized Fred. + +"You are staying over, like me," he said. + +"Yes, I have permission." + +"And so have I. I have a brother living here, and got two days off. +Where are you stopping?" + +"At the Lynch House. Will you tell this gentleman that I am an Erie +train boy?" + +"Certainly; but why is that necessary?" asked the conductor in +surprise. + +"I will tell you later. Mr. Ferguson, have you any questions to ask?" + +"Was this boy on your train yesterday?" + +"Yes." + +"Did he get on at Elmira?" + +"Certainly not. He came all the way from New York." + +"It is false!" said Palmer. + +"What does he mean, Fred?" asked the conductor. + +"He committed a burglary at Elmira yesterday afternoon, and is trying +to make out that I was connected with it." + +"There he tells a falsehood," said the conductor bluntly. "I saw you on +the train through the entire journey." + +"A very good alibi, Fred," said the detective. "Mr. Lawrence, after +this testimony it is hardly necessary for me to hold the boy. Are you +satisfied that I should let him go free?" + +"Entirely so. I felt from the first that he was innocent." + +"Then, Fred, you may consider yourself at liberty to go where you +please. I am as glad as you are that you are freed from suspicion." + +"Thank you, sir. I will go with you as far as the lock-up." + +Palmer scowled at him, but saw that it was useless to persist in his +charges against the boy, and walked on with head bent, reflecting +bitterly that he had not only lost the proceeds of the burglary, but +his freedom besides. He could see now that but for his secreting the +stolen watch and chain in Fred's bundle, he would probably have escaped +scot free. As for the present, at least, we shall have nothing more to +do with F. Grant Palmer, it may be briefly set down that after a speedy +trial he was found guilty by the jury without leaving their seats. He +was sentenced to seven years' imprisonment, and is now serving out his +term at Auburn. + +Daring the remainder of his stay at Niagara, Fred used his time to +advantage, and it was with a thankful heart that he took his place on +the through train to New York the next morning. Just before starting, +Mr. Lawrence appeared on the platform, and handed him a small package +covered with brown paper. + +"Have you a pocket where this will be safe?" he asked. + +"Yes, sir." + +"Then put it away, and open it when you arrive home." + +"Thank you, sir." + +Fred's attention was taken up by his duties as train boy, and he gave +no thought to the package, though he wondered at the moment what it +contained. + +The train left at 8:43, and was not due in Jersey City till 10:10 P.M. +At Port Jervis a young lady came on board dressed in a very plain and +quiet manner. In his rounds through the train Fred stopped at her seat +with a pile of recent novels under his arm and asked her to buy. + +"No, thank you," she answered courteously, and Fred observed that her +face was very sad. If she had been dressed in mourning, he would have +supposed that she had lost a near relative, but there was nothing in +her dress to justify such a supposition. Being naturally sympathetic, +Fred from time to time glanced at the young lady passenger, wishing it +were in his power to lighten her sorrow, whatever it might be. + +Sitting next to her was a young lady, handsomely dressed, who was +evidently annoyed at the near neighborhood of one whom she considered +her social inferior. It chanced to be the only seat unoccupied when the +train reached Port Jervis, and the young lady was compelled to avail +herself of it. But when she reached the seat she found it occupied by a +fat poodle of uncertain temper, belonging to the fashionable young +lady. + +"May I take this seat?" asked the new arrival. + +"Don't you see that it is occupied?" snapped the dog's owner. + +"There is no other seat vacant," said the new passenger deprecatingly. + +"Then you had better go into the next car." As the young girl stood in +the aisle, undecided, Fred, who had heard the entire colloquy, and was +naturally indignant, made up his mind to interfere. + +"These seats were meant for passengers--not for dogs," he said. + +"Boy, you are impertinent!" said the fashionable young lady haughtily. + +"Where is the impertinence?" asked Fred composedly. "Do you wish this +young lady to stand up in order that your dog may have a seat?" + +"I will report you to the railroad company for insolence." + +"Just as you like, but I will remove the dog in order to give this +young lady a seat." + +"Oh, I don't want to make any trouble," said the new arrival. + +"Touch my dog if you dare, boy," said the young lady with a flush of +anger on her face. + +Just then the conductor entered the car, and Fred called him. + +"Mr. Collins," he said, "this young lady refuses to remove her dog from +the seat to make room for a passenger." + +"Is this true, madam?" asked the conductor. + +"She can go into the next car." + +"Are you paying for two seats?" + +"No," snapped the lady. + +"I must take your dog into the baggage car. It is against our rules to +have them in the regular cars, and they certainly cannot be allowed to +keep our passengers from occupying seats." + +"Don't you dare to touch my dog!" + +"Do you go to Jersey City?" + +"Yes." + +"Then you can call for the dog there," and in spite of the remonstrance +of the dog's owner, and the growling of the poodle, the conductor +removed the animal to the baggage car, much to the secret satisfaction +of the passengers, who had observed with disgust the selfishness of its +owner. + +"I am indebted to you for this," said the young lady, with a furious +glance at the train boy. + +Fred did not think himself called upon to make any answer. The young +lady scornfully drew aside her dress to avoid contact with her +unwelcome companion, saying audibly, "It is only in America that +servant girls are allowed to thrust themselves in the company of their +betters." + +"I am not a servant girl," said the new passenger, "but even if I were +I have paid my fare, and am entitled to a seat." + +"Do not address me, girl!" said her seat-mate haughtily. + +"I thought your remark was addressed to me." + +"I am forced to sit beside you, but I don't care to converse with you." + +The other took the hint, and left her undemocratic neighbor to herself. + +Fred was naturally a little curious to ascertain the name of the young +lady who had made herself so disagreeable. The mystery was solved in a +way to surprise him. + +On reaching the depot at Jersey City all the passengers left the cars. + +The young lady looked about her evidently in search of some one whom +she expected to meet her. + +Greatly to Fred's surprise, his Cousin Raymond Ferguson turned out to +be the party expected. + +"Here you are, sis," he said. "Come right along. It is late." + +"I can't go yet. My poor little Fido is in the baggage car. They +wouldn't let me have him in the car with me. Go and get him, and I will +stay here." + +"Gracious!" thought Fred, "that must be Cousin Ferguson's daughter +Luella. Well, I can't say I am proud of the relationship." + + + + +CHAPTER XVIII. + +UNSATISFACTORY RELATIONS. + +Miss Ferguson waited till her brother returned with the dog, who seemed +to be in a bad humor. + +"My precious Fido!" exclaimed the young lady, as she embraced the +little animal. "Did they put him in the dirty baggage car?" Then, +turning to Fred, who stood by, she said spitefully: "It was all your +work, you impertinent boy. I have a great mind to report you to the +president of the road." + +Raymond's attention was directed to Fred by his sister's attack. + +"Fred Fenton!" he exclaimed in surprise. + +"Yes," answered Fred, amused. "I was not aware that it was your sister +and a relative of mine when I took sides against her." + +"What does the boy mean?" demanded Miss Ferguson haughtily. + +"It is Fred Fenton," explained Raymond deprecatingly. + +"Does he claim relationship with me?" asked the young lady, looking +disgusted. + +"No, Miss Ferguson, I don't claim it, though I believe it exists," said +Fred. + +"A common train boy!" ejaculated the young lady. "This is altogether +too much. Raymond, let us go!" + +As they left the station the other young lady passenger who had +listened eagerly to the conversation asked in a tone of almost painful +excitement, "Is that the daughter of Robert Ferguson?" + +"Yes, do you know him?" asked Fred in surprise. + +"To my sorrow. When my poor father died Mr. Ferguson was appointed +executor and trustee of his estate. It was not large, but we supposed +it would amount to ten thousand dollars, and perhaps more. Last week my +mother received a letter from him stating that he had satisfied all +claims against the estate, and that only seventy-five dollars was left. +This leaves us well-nigh penniless." + +"Is it possible? Do you suspect that any fraud has been practised upon +you?" + +"My mother feels sure of it, but what can we do? We are poor, and the +poor are always friendless," continued the girl bitterly. + +"Have you come to New York to see Mr. Ferguson?" + +"Yes; my mother wishes me to ask full particulars, and to appeal to him +to do us justice. I fear it will be of no avail, but it is the only +thing that we can do." + +"Pardon me," said Fred, "but we had better be getting on board the +ferry-boat, or we shall have to wait till the next." + +"Thank you! I hardly know what I am doing." + +Fred accompanied the young lady to the ladies' cabin and sat down +beside her. + +"Can I be of any service to you?" asked the train boy. "It is late for +a young lady to arrive in New York." + +"I supposed we should reach the city at nine. That is what a neighbor +told me. I hardly know where to go," she added timidly. "Can you +recommend a cheap hotel or boarding-house?" + +"There would be a difficulty about obtaining admission to either this +evening." + +"Then what shall I do?" asked the girl, looking distressed. + +"I think you had better come home with me for to-night. Our home is a +very humble one but mother will take good care of you. To-morrow you +can make other arrangements if you desire." + +"Oh, how kind you are! I should like nothing better, if you really +think your mother would not be annoyed." + +Fred smiled. + +"She is too kind-hearted for that," he said. "Just wait till you see +her, and you won't feel any doubt." + +"How fortunate I am to fall in with such a friend! I now see how unwise +it was for me to take such a late train." + +They walked to the Cortlandt Street station of the Sixth Avenue +Elevated Road, and ascended the steps. In spite of her anxieties the +young lady felt interested in the novel means of locomotion, and asked +a variety of questions of the train boy. At Thirty-Third Street they +descended, and walking a short distance up Broadway turned down a side +street, and were soon at the door of Fred's modest home. + +Mrs. Fenton was sitting up, and had come to feel anxious. + +"How long you have been away, Fred!" she said. + +"Not quite three days, mother." + +"But you were never away before. Bertie and I have missed you very +much." + +"Mother," said Fred, "you don't see that I have company." + +Then, for the first time, the widow observed the young lady. + +"Who is it, Fred?" she asked, as a wild and improbable suspicion +entered her mind. Could it be that Fred, who was only a boy in years, +had contracted a marriage and brought his wife home? + +"I shall have to ask the young lady to introduce herself," said Fred. + +"My name is Ruth Patton," said the girl timidly. "I hope you will not +be angry with your son for bringing me here. I am a stranger in the +city, and indeed I did not know that the train arrived so late. Your +son told me that it would be difficult to get into any hotel or +boarding-house at this hour, and I have ventured to throw myself on +your hospitality for to-night." + +"You are heartily welcome," said Mrs. Fenton, ready to smile at her +first wild suspicion. "Remove your wraps, and in ten minutes I can +offer you a cup of tea and some eggs and toast. You will sleep the +better for a little supper." + +"You are a wise woman, mother," said Fred. "You have guessed what I was +longing for." + +"Let me help you, Mrs. Fenton," said Ruth, already looking more +cheerful. + +"Then you may toast the bread," said Mrs. Fenton. "I don't dare to +trust Fred. I did once to my sorrow, and the toast turned out to be as +black as my shoe." + +"I can promise to do better than that. I have plenty of experience." + +She set herself to the task, as if she felt quite at home, and soon +they were able to sit down to a plain but welcome supper. + +"Do you know, mother," said Fred, between mouthfuls, "Luella Ferguson +was on the train." + +"How did you recognize her? Did she speak to you?" + +Fred smiled roguishly. + +"She did. Shall I tell you what she said?" + +"I should be glad to hear it." + +"She said: 'Boy, I will report you to the railroad company for +insolence.' She's a sweet girl, Cousin Luella!" + +"But you were not really insolent?" + +Thereupon Fred told the whole story, and his mother agreed with him +that Miss Ferguson's conduct was very selfish and unladylike. + +"What's more, mother, Miss Patton tells me that Cousin Ferguson has +cheated her mother and herself out of ten thousand dollars. I'll tell +you about it to-morrow. It is just striking twelve, and I can hardly +keep my eyes open." + + + + +CHAPTER XIX. + +RUTH PATTON CALLS ON MR. FERGUSON. + +The next day Ruth Patton confided her story to Mrs. Fenton. + +"My mother and I," she said, "in our grief for father's death, never +dreamed that it would bring us destitution. Though he never furnished +us particulars of his pecuniary condition, he gave us to understand +that he would be comfortably provided for. Robert Ferguson we knew to +have been a life-long friend, or perhaps I should rather say +acquaintance, and we felt that as a trustee he would consider our +interests. We were thunderstruck when a letter was received from him +last week, stating that, in place of the ten thousand dollars on which +we fully counted, a pitiful balance of seventy-five dollars alone +remained to us." + +"It was shameful!" said Mrs. Fenton indignantly. + +"Nearly all of this sum will be swallowed up by small debts due in Port +Jervis. You will understand now why I have come to lay our case before +Mr. Ferguson, and see if he cannot give us more, or at any rate find me +employment, for on me now rests the duty of providing for my poor +mother." + +"I wish I could encourage you, Miss Patton----" + +"Don't call me Miss Patton. I look upon yon as a kind friend, and hope +you will call me Ruth." + +"So indeed I will, for I feel a strong interest in you, Ruth." + +"And I will look to you for advice." + +"Then I advise you to call this evening on Mr. Ferguson, and find out +the worst." + +"Meanwhile perhaps you can direct me to a cheap boarding-house." + +"You will stay here till you have had time to form your plans." + +"I will gladly do so if you will let me pay you." + +"All in good time, Ruth. To-day you can help me if you will, and it +will be time to pay board when you are earning something." + +It was not till he sat down to an early breakfast that Fred thought of +the package handed him by Mr. Lawrence at the Niagara Falls station. He +opened it in some curiosity, and to his surprise discovered a roll of +bills, accompanied by this note: + +To FRED FENTON, + +MY YOUNG FRIEND:--Though I have not yet had a chance to communicate +with my uncle in Elmira, I feel authorized to act as his +representative, and in his name ask you to accept the inclosed sum as +an acknowledgment of your valuable assistance in bringing about the +recovery of the securities stolen from his house, and incidentally as a +recompense for the annoyance you experienced in being yourself +suspected. Your conduct has been very creditable, and I feel that to +you we are largely indebted for the recovery of the property and the +conviction of the burglar. I infer that you are mainly dependent, on +your earnings, which are probably limited, and I therefore take +pleasure in handing you a substantial reward which I hope will be of +service to you. + + Yours sincerely, + + EDMUND LAWRENCE. + +Fred counted the bills, and alike to his surprise and gratification +found that they amounted to two hundred dollars. + +"Where did you get so much money, Fred?" asked his mother, entering the +room as he completed his count. + +"That letter will explain, mother," answered Fred radiant with delight. + +"We are indeed rich!" said Mrs. Fenton joyfully. "This removes all +anxiety for a long time to come." + +"Yes, we can afford to snap our fingers at the landlord." + +"I hope you are not going to carry all this money round with you, Fred. +You might get robbed." + +"I shall deposit it in the Dime Savings Bank this forenoon." + +"But you will leave before the bank opens." + +"No, I am to take a midday train." + +At ten o'clock Fred went to the Union Dime Savings Bank fronting on +Thirty-Second Street, and deposited the hundred dollars in gold left +him by his mining friend, and one hundred and seventy-five dollars +besides from his recent gift. The other twenty-five he handed to his +mother. + +"Mother," he said, "you need a new dress, and Albert needs a new suit. +Take this money, and buy what you think best." + +"I can go a little longer without a dress, Fred." + +"But I don't want you to. We can spare the money well enough, and there +is no better way to spend it." + +Mrs. Fenton made no further opposition, but during the day asked Ruth +Patton to accompany her to one of the large stores on Sixth Avenue, +where the necessary purchases were made. + +In the evening Ruth set out for her call upon Mr. Robert Ferguson. + +She ascended the steps in a state of nervous agitation, for she felt +that the interview was of momentous importance to her, and in a low +voice asked the servant who answered the bell if she could see Mr. +Ferguson. + +"I will ask, miss," said the servant, surveying her plain dress with +some disdain. + +"A young lady to see me?" said Robert Ferguson in surprise. "Are you +sure it is not my daughter she wishes to see?" + +"No, sir; she expressly asked to see you." + +Mr. Ferguson was a widower, and rather vain of his personal +attractions. Perhaps the young lady might have been struck by his +appearance. + +"You can show her up," he said amiably, and turned to catch a further +glance in a mirror just opposite. He straightened his necktie, and +passed his hand softly over his hair to make sure that it was smooth, +and then turned to the door to catch the first glimpse of his visitor. + +Nothing thus far has been said of the outward appearance of Ruth +Patton. Notwithstanding her anxious face she was unusually pretty, and +her manners were refined and ladylike. + +"Mr. Ferguson?" she said inquiringly, pausing at the door. + +"Come in, my dear young lady!" said Robert Ferguson graciously. "I am +pleased to see you." + +"Thank you, sir." + +"Pray sit down." + +"He is much kinder than I supposed," thought Ruth. "I must have +misjudged him." + +"I wrote to you a few days since," she began. + +"Indeed! I don't think I can have received your letter." + +"But you answered it, sir." + +"I answered a letter from you? What then is your name?" + +"Ruth Patton." + +"Oh!" returned Ferguson, his face darkening. He no longer felt inclined +to be gracious, for he had a premonition that the interview would not +be agreeable to him. + +"My mother and I were quite overwhelmed by the news you sent us. We had +no idea that my father left so little, and she wished me to come on and +ask for some particulars." + +"I have very little to tell you beyond what I wrote," said Mr. Ferguson +coldly. + +"My father led us to think that we should be comfortably provided for." + +"Many men have very vague ideas of how they stand. Your father did +wrong in not insuring his life." + +"He did not think it would be necessary. He thought we should be +sufficiently provided for without that." + +"He had no right to think so," said Ferguson irritably. "You see how +things have turned out." + +"But what can have become of all the money?" + +"I hope, Miss Patton, you don't think I have spirited it away?" + +"No, sir. Don't be offended, but it seems so strange," faltered Ruth. + +"The money was unwisely invested. A large part of it was in wild-cat +mining stocks, which were not worth the paper they were written on." + +"Father never spoke to us about any such investments." + +"I presume not. Most men keep such matters to themselves. Well, the +upshot is that but seventy-five dollars are left. I presume your mother +received my check for this amount." + +"Yes, sir." + +"Then that is all I can do for you. I will in time forward a bill of +particulars. A present I am busy." + +At this moment Luella Ferguson entered the room. She recognized Ruth at +once. + +"You here?" she said in haughty surprise. + +"Yes, I came on business." + +"We do not want any servants. Papa, this girl was very insolent to me +on the train yesterday. I hope you will send her away." + +"I am going, Miss Ferguson," said Ruth with spirit. "Your father was +the trustee of my poor father's property, and it was to ask about it +that I came here. Good evening." + +She left the house with faltering steps, for her last hope had been +destroyed, and she felt keenly the cruel slight of Luella Ferguson. As +she set foot on the sidewalk her brain reeled, and she would have +fallen had not a young man who was about to ascend the steps sprung +forward and supported her. + + + + +CHAPTER XX. + +A FRIEND IN NEED. + +Ruth Patton recovered herself by a great effort. "I won't trouble you +any longer, sir," she faltered. "I think I can do without further +assistance." + +"Excuse me for doubting it. You look very weak. Take my arm. There is a +drug store not far away where I can procure you a strengthening +draught." + +"I am sorry to trouble you so much," she murmured apologetically. + +"It is no trouble, I assure you. I count myself fortunate in being on +hand so opportunely." + +Ruth for the first time, encouraged by his kind words, stole a glance +at the stranger. He was a well made and unusually handsome young man of +perhaps twenty-seven. His careful dress and something in his manner +seemed to indicate high social position. The indication corresponded +with the fact. Alfred Lindsay belonged to an old and distinguished New +York family. Though his means were ample he was not content to be an +idler, but after careful preparation at Columbia College and Law +School, he had opened a law office in the Mills Building, and was +already beginning to be known as a young man with a future. + +His wealth and high social standing led him to be considered a "catch," +in the matrimonial market. It is safe to say that at least half a dozen +young ladies had set their caps for him. Among these was Luella +Ferguson, and there were those who considered her chance of landing the +prize the best. At any rate Mr. Lindsay, who had been employed by the +elder Ferguson in some legal matter, became a frequent caller, to the +great satisfaction of Luella Ferguson. It may not be considered a mark +of taste on the part of the young man to have fallen a victim to the +young lady's arts, but in his presence she was all that was amiable. +She was not without a certain attractiveness of face, which, had it +been joined to an equally agreeable disposition, might have proved a +good excuse to any young man for succumbing to her fascinations. Never +for a moment had he cause to suspect that she was otherwise than she +seemed. Kind and sympathetic himself, the absence of these qualities, +if known to him, would have rendered her repulsive to him. + +He conducted Ruth to a drug store, and the druggist administered +restoratives that soon brought back her strength and color, but not her +cheerfulness. + +"I am strong enough now to go on my way," she said rising. "How can I +thank you, sir, for your kindness?" + +"By allowing me to see you to your own door," and this he insisted on +despite Ruth's protest. + +"Would it be indiscreet," he asked, when they had set out on their way, +"to ask if you can account for your sudden illness?" + +"I had a shock," she answered. + +"Of what sort? Are you willing to make me your confidant? I do not ask +out of curiosity, but because it may be in my power to serve you." + +"I have so few friends that I will not decline your kind offer." + +"You were coming from the house of Mr. Robert Ferguson?" + +"Yes, sir; do you know him?" + +"Quite well. I was myself going there." + +"Is he considered--an honorable man?" + +"Why, surely. What can lead you to doubt it?" + +In answer Ruth told her story. The young lawyer listened in pained +surprise. Strictly honorable himself, he found it hard to believe that +a man whom he knew so well could be guilty of the meanness of +defrauding two women whose interests had been confided to him. Yet the +story seemed probable. Moreover, even had matters been as Mr. Ferguson +represented, his want of feeling seemed almost as bad as absolute +dishonesty. He asked Ruth several questions in order that he might +become fully possessed of all particulars. + +"This, then, was the cause of your agitation?" he said at length. + +"Not wholly. It was the treatment I received from Miss Ferguson that +affected me most." + +"Miss Ferguson! Do you know Miss Ferguson?" Lindsay asked quickly. + +"I met her for the first time yesterday afternoon." + +"Where--may I ask?" + +"In the Erie train. I entered the cars at Port Jervis. She was already +on board, but I do not know from what point she had come." + +"I think I know. She had been visiting a school friend at Binghamton." + +"You know her, then?" + +"Yes. I met her at a party about a year since." + +"If she is a friend of yours I will not say anything to her +disadvantage." + +"But I want you to tell me all there is to tell. I have a special +reason for learning all I can about her. You say she treated you ill?" + +"She treated me cruelly. She took offense in the cars because the +conductor removed her dog from a seat in order to make room for me." + +"Was there no other seat in the car?" + +"None, or I would not have disturbed her. I did not like to stand all +the way from Port Jervis to New York." + +"Of course not. Please favor me with the particulars." + +The young man listened attentively while Ruth in simple language--not +exaggerating in any respect--told her story. Young Lindsay's brow +contracted, for he felt indignant at the cold selfishness shown by the +young lady who had hitherto attracted him. He felt that, if it were all +true, he could never again look upon her even with ordinary friendship. + +"She feigned to look upon me as a servant," Ruth concluded, "and +sharply rebuked me for thrusting myself upon her. I would gladly have +taken another seat had any been unoccupied, but the car was full. I +heard from the train boy that it was on account of an excursion to +Shohola Glen." + +"I confess, Miss Patton" (Ruth had told her name), "I am surprised and +pained by what you have told me. I never knew that Luella--Miss +Ferguson--had such unlovely traits. To me she has always seemed kind +and considerate." + +Looking in the young man's expressive face, Ruth Patton felt that she +understood better than he why Miss Ferguson had assumed to be what she +was not. She was not surprised that Luella should desire to make a +favorable impression upon one who seemed to her the most attractive +young man she had ever met. But of course she could not give utterance +to the thought that was in her mind, and remained silent. + +"To change the subject," said Lindsay, after a pause, "may I ask what +are your plans if you have any?" + +"I must try to earn some money. If--if you would advise me." + +"With pleasure. Let me ask, first, what you can do." + +"I used to do some copying for a lawyer at Port Jervis." + +"You are used, then, to copying legal documents?" + +"I have done considerable of it." + +"You do not use the typewriter?" + +"No, I have never learned." + +Alfred Lindsay paused, and his expressive face showed that he was busy +thinking. + +"I am a lawyer," he said at length, "and I have copying to do, of +course. Would you mind calling upon me at my office to-morrow morning?" + +"I shall be very glad to do so," answered Ruth, her eyes lighting up +with new-born hopes. + +"I think I can promise you something to do." + +"Oh, sir, you don't know how your words cheer me. This is where I live. +Thank you very much for your kind escort." + +"Don't mention it. I will expect you to-morrow," and the young man took +off his hat as respectfully as if Ruth, instead of being a poor girl in +search of work, were a lady in his own set. + + + + +CHAPTER XXI. + +LUELLA'S PAINFUL DISCOVERY. + +"What business had that girl with you, papa?" asked Luella Ferguson, +when, stung by her insolence, Ruth had left the house. + +"She told you," answered the father evasively. + +"Is it true that you were trustee of any property belonging to her?" + +"Well, there is some truth in it. Her father was an old schoolmate of +mine, though we were never intimate, and when he died, considerably to +my surprise, he asked me to settle his estate." + +"How much did it amount to?" + +"After paying all bills, including funeral expenses, there was +seventy-five dollars left." + +"A fine estate, upon my word!" said Luella with a scornful laugh. +"Really, the girl is a great heiress." + +"She thought she ought to have been. What do you think she and her +mother expected?" + +"Something amusing, no doubt." + +"They thought that they would realize ten thousand dollars, and be +completely provided for." + +"They must be fools!" + +"We won't use so harsh an expression. Women know very little about +business." + +"Some women, papa. You will please make an exception in my case." + +"Well, I admit, Luella," said her father complacently, "you do seem to +have a sharp eye to your own interests." + +"Why shouldn't I? I come honestly by it, papa, don't I?" + +"Well, perhaps----" + +"You have been pretty sharp yourself, eh, papa? I fancy you have a +pretty good sum of money salted down--that's the term, isn't it?" + +"Well, I have something, but I don't care to make a boast of it. There +would be plenty who would want a share--for instance, Mrs. Fenton." + +"That reminds me; her son is a train-boy on the Erie road." + +"Did you see him?" + +"Yes, he made himself very obnoxious by his impertinent intermeddling. +He insisted upon my removing my poor Fido, in order to give that girl a +seat." + +"What concern was it of his?" + +"None at all, but he made such a fuss that I had to do it." + +"You need not have done so. The train boy has no authority in such +matters." + +"He called the conductor, and he took my poor darling into the baggage +car. Papa, can't you get him discharged?" + +"I have no influence with the Erie officials, my dear. Besides, if I +deprive him of his chance to make a living, he and his mother will be +importuning me for money. Better leave well enough alone!" + +This was the sort of argument that weighed with Luella Ferguson. She +was meanness personified, and would rather save money than be revenged +upon Fred. + +"Do you think you will have any more trouble with this girl who called +to-night?" + +"I should not be surprised if she called again to ask me to help her to +employment." + +"If she does, advise her to go out to service. She could get a position +as chambermaid without difficulty." + +"Remember, Luella, that in her own town she has held a good social +position. She may have too much pride." + +"Then let her starve!" said Luella, harshly. "It is preposterous for a +pauper to be proud." + +"She is not exactly a pauper," said Mr. Ferguson, who was not quite so +venomous in his hatred as his daughter. + +"I forgot--she has a fortune of seventy-five dollars. Will you do me a +favor?" + +"What is it?" + +"If the girl comes again, turn her over to me." + +"Very well, my dear. I shall be glad to do so. It will relieve me from +embarrassment." + +"I shall feel no embarrassment. I shall rather enjoy it." + +"By the way, Luella, how are you getting on with young Lindsay?" + +Luella flushed a little, and a softer light shone in her eyes. She had +very little heart, but such as she had was given to Alfred Lindsay. At +first attracted by his wealth and social position--for on his mother's +side he belonged to one of the Knickerbocker families--she had ended by +really falling in love with him. In his company she appeared at her +best. Her amiable and attractive manners were not wholly assumed, for +the potent spell of love softened her and transformed her from a hard, +cynical, selfish girl to a woman seeking to charm one who had touched +her heart. + +"He comes to see me very often, papa," she answered, coyly. + +"And he seems impressed?" + +"I think so," said Luella, lowering her eyes, while a gratified smile +lighted up her face. + +"He has never actually proposed?" asked Ferguson eagerly. + +"Well, not exactly, but from his manner I think he will soon." + +"I hope so, Luella. There is no one whom I would more prefer for a +son-in-law." + +"I shall not say him nay, papa." + +"Of course not. He is rich and of distinguished family. He will make a +very suitable mate for you." + +"Yes, papa, I appreciate that, but you too are rich and of high social +position." + +"Well, daughter, I stand fairly, but as to family, I can't boast much. +My father--your grandfather--was a village blacksmith. I have never +told you that before." + +"Horrors, papa!" exclaimed Luella. "You cannot mean this?" + +"It is a sober fact. I have never told you, for I knew it would shock +you." + +"Does any one know it in our circle?" + +"No. Indeed, the only one who is likely to have any knowledge of it is +Mrs. Fenton and her son." + +"The train boy!" + +"Yes." + +"If it should get out I should die of mortification." + +"Neither you nor I are likely to mention it. I only referred to it to +show the advantages of marrying a man of high lineage like Alfred +Lindsay. I have money, but I have never been able to get into the inner +circle to which the Lindsays belong. Money will buy much, but it won't +buy that. I hope yon will do your best to bring the young mail to the +point." + +"I will manage it, papa," said Luella complacently. "Do you know I have +made up my mind to go to Europe on a wedding trip?" + +"If Lindsay consents." + +"He will do whatever I wish. I expect him to call this evening." + +"Do you?" + +"Yes, and--papa, something might happen," added Luella playfully. + +"I hope so sincerely, my dear." + +"Mind, if he comes to you, not a word about the blacksmith! I wish you +hadn't told me." + +"Forget it then, Luella. We will keep it a profound secret." + +Luella left her father's presence with a smile upon her face. It was +already eight o'clock. Half an hour passed, and she became anxious. +Fifteen minutes more clipped by, and still the welcome ring at the bell +was not heard. She was ready to cry with vexation, for she had made up +her mind to lead the young man to a declaration that very evening if it +were a possible thing. + +She summoned a servant. + +"Jane," she said, "Mr. Lindsay has not called this evening, has he?" + +"No miss. If he had of course I would tell you." + +"I thought perhaps there might have been some mistake. If he should +come--and it isn't very late yet--let me know at once." + +"Surely I will, Miss Luella." + +"She's dead gone on that man," said Jane to herself. "Well, I don't +wonder, for he is awfully handsome, that's a fact. But my! if he could +only see her in some of her tantrums, he'd open his eyes. He thinks +she's an angel, but I know her better." + +Several days passed and still Alfred Lindsay did not call. Luella +became alarmed. Was she losing her hold upon him? She was considering +whether it would be proper to write a letter to the young lawyer at his +office, when she chanced to make a very painful discovery. + +About five o'clock on Saturday afternoon she was coming out of Lord & +Taylor's up-town store when in a plainly dressed girl who was just +passing she recognized Ruth Patton. Curiosity led her to address Ruth. + +"So you are still in the city?" she said abruptly. + +"Yes, Miss Ferguson," answered Ruth calmly. + +"Of course you are very poor. I think I can get you a place as +chambermaid in the family of one of my friends." + +"Thank you, but I have a position I like better." + +"What sort of a position?" + +"I am in a lawyer's office, copying legal papers." + +"Indeed! I suppose you are poorly paid." + +"I receive ten dollars a week." + +"That is ridiculously high pay. Of course you don't earn it." + +"Mr. Lindsay fixed the salary--I did not." + +"Lindsay!" gasped Luella, "what Lindsay?" + +"Alfred Lindsay. He has his office in the Mills Building." + +Ruth Patton passed on, having unconsciously given poignant anguish to +the haughty Miss Ferguson. + +"Where could she have met Alfred?" Luella asked herself with contracted +brow. "I must get him to discharge her. I had no idea she was such an +artful minx." + + + + +CHAPTER XXII. + +MISS FERGUSON WRITES A NOTE. + +It was indeed true that Ruth Patton had found employment at ten dollars +a week. Her services were scarcely worth that sum to her employer, but +Alfred Lindsay was not only rich but generous, and was glad to believe +Ruth's anxiety by insuring her a comfortable income. She was still at +Mrs. Fenton's rooms, being now able to contribute her share of the +expense incurred. The widow was willing to accept only three dollars +per week, so that Ruth had the satisfaction of sending a weekly +remittance to her mother. She was very grateful for the change in her +circumstances, and, notwithstanding the disappointment about her +father's estate, felt that there was reason to hope. + +Two days later Alfred Lindsay found a letter upon his desk addressed in +a delicate female hand which he did not recognize. + +"A lady client!" he thought. "What does she want--a divorce?" + +When he opened the envelope he read the following note, written on a +highly perfumed sheet: + +MY DEAR MR. LINDSAY: Pray don't be shocked at my boldness in writing +you, but it _is so long_ since you have called that papa suggests +sickness as a possible cause. I do hope that this is not what has kept +you away. I confess that I have missed you very much. I have so enjoyed +our conversations. You are not like the fashionable butterflies of whom +we meet so many in society. One must tolerate them, of course but it is +a comfort to meet a man who can talk intelligently about books and art. +Apropos, I have a new collection of etchings that I want to show you. +Won't you name an evening when you will call, as I want to be certain +to be at home when you really do come. I should be desolated, as the +French say, to be absent. + +Now don't fail to answer this screed. Otherwise I shall certainly +manage to have some law business that will give me an excuse for +calling at your office. + + Very sincerely yours, + + LUELLA FERGUSON. + +Alfred Lindsay read this note slowly, and there was a smile upon his +face, for he fully appreciated Luella's motive in writing it. A +fortnight since he would have been charmed, but his feelings with +respect to Miss Ferguson had undergone a change. The revelation of her +real character had shocked him, and served effectually to kill his +growing attachment. Beauty of face could not make up for deformity of +character. On the other hand, he was beginning to be attracted by Ruth. +She lacked Luella's regular features and cold, classic beauty, but her +sweet face revealed a disposition warm, kindly, and sympathetic; and +when her deep, serious eyes rested upon him, he felt that she was far +more attractive than her showy rival. + +"What shall I do?" he asked himself as his eyes fell upon the note. He +must of course answer it, but should he accept the invitation? Upon the +whole he decided to do so. There was no reason which he could allege +for declining, and, though it would be to sacrifice an evening, he +would go armed against Luella's fascinations by the knowledge he had +acquired. He drew out a sheet of paper from a drawer in his desk, and +wrote as follows: + +MY DEAR MISS FERGUSON: As I am writing in my office, you will +understand and excuse the unfashionable business paper which I am +using. I am flattered to find that you miss me, and still more at the +reason you assign for preferring my company to that of the gilded young +men who worship at your shrine. I am but "a plain, blunt man," as +Shakspeare has it, and cannot vie with them in compliment. I shall no +doubt find pleasure in examining the etchings which you hold out as an +inducement to call. I will name Thursday evening, but should you have a +previous engagement, don't scruple to notify me, as I can easily +postpone my visit to another date. + + Yours sincerely, + + ALFRED LINDSAY. + +Luella Ferguson read this note with mingled pleasure and +disappointment. + +"It is very cold," she murmured, "almost as if I were an ordinary +acquaintance. I suppose men feel hampered when they try to express +themselves upon paper. I will not believe that he is less friendly, or +admires me less than he used to do. At any rate he is coming, and I +must make myself as fascinating as possible. I have a chance to win +him, and I mean to do it." + +"Papa," said Luella on Thursday morning, "Mr. Lindsay will call here +this evening." + +"I am glad to hear it, Luella. I hope he is coming--on business." + +"I don't know," she answered demurely. + +"You know my wishes on the subject?" + +"They accord with mine, papa." + +When Alfred Lindsay was announced, he found Luella resplendent in a new +dress, and bedecked with jewels. She intentionally made herself as +attractive as possible. + +"Really. Miss Ferguson, you are radiant tonight," he said. + +"Do you think so?" she asked. + +"There is no doubt of it. Are you expecting other company?" + +"Only yourself." + +"Then I am to consider it a special compliment to me." + +"If you like." + +"Then I must express my acknowledgments." + +Yet as he spoke, his thoughts reverted to Ruth Patton, with her lack of +ornament and severe simplicity, and he felt that her image was to him +the more attractive of the two. It was fortunate for Miss Ferguson's +peace of mind that she could not read his thoughts. + +"Now, you bad boy," she said playfully, "you must tell me why you have +stayed away so long." + +"Perhaps to see if you would miss me." + +"I have missed you so much." + +"That is certainly a compliment to me as a conversationalist, As you +wrote in your note you appreciate my sensible conversation I am afraid +you overestimate me. I have a friend who is really brilliant, and can +converse eloquently upon any subject. May I bring him with me?" + +"Who is he?" asked Luella hesitatingly. + +"Professor Grimes." + +"What, the lecturer?" + +"Yes." + +"Why. he is grotesque in appearance. I heard him lecture once, and +thought he wore a mask, so ugly was his face." + +"You admit his eloquence, however?" + +"Yes; but from such a mouth even pearls cease to attract. Pray don't +bring him! He positively makes me shudder, I assure you." + +Luella did not like the turn the conversation had taken. There seemed +no chance for sentiment, and she wanted to bring all her fascinations +to bear. + +"You have some etchings to show me; Miss Ferguson?" said Lindsay, after +a pause. + +"Yes; but I want to show them to you myself. You will have to come and +sit beside me." + +"Willingly," answered Alfred, but his tone was conventional, and lacked +the warmth it had formerly shown. + +Together they looked over the collection. Luella saw, however, to her +mortification, that Lindsay was calm and cold. It seemed clear that she +had lost her power over him. What could be the reason? + +"Can it be that girl, Ruth Patton?" she asked herself. "Is it she who +is drawing Alfred Lindsay away from me? I must warn him against her." + +"By the way, haven't you a copyist in your office named Ruth Patton?" + +"How did you know?" asked Lindsay. + +"I met her the other day on Broadway. Perhaps you don't know, but she +is an humble protegee of my father's." + +"A protegee?" + +"Yes; papa has been very kind to the family. He took charge of their +affairs on the death of her father, and, though there was not enough +property to pay the debts, he paid them all, and sent a check to Mrs. +Patton besides." + +"That was certainly considerate!" said Lindsay; but from his tone it +could not be discovered if he were speaking in earnest or ironically. + +"As you say, it was considerate, but this Ruth is very ungrateful. She +was actually ridiculous enough to think they ought to have had a +fortune, and I believe blames papa for the way things have come out." + +Alfred Lindsay listened politely, but did not express an opinion. + +"She is a very good copyist," he said. + +"I am glad she is earning a living, though I think it would have been +better for her to remain in the country, don't you?" + +"Really, I can't judge for others, not knowing all the circumstances." + +"The girl is ill bred, I am sorry to say. She treated me rudely in the +cars." + +"She gives me no cause of complaint," said Lindsay shortly. He +understood and despised Luella's attempts to prejudice him against the +copyist. + +When he rose to go, Luella was disappointed. She felt that she had +brought him no nearer, and had not strengthened her hold upon him. + +As the young lawyer descended the steps he met a man coming up whom he +recognized as a dealer in worthless mining stock, who was looked upon +by reputable business men with doubt and suspicion. + +"What business can Orlando Jenkins have with Mr. Ferguson?" he asked +himself. + + + + +CHAPTER XXIII. + +ANOTHER RAILROAD ADVENTURE. + +Six months have passed and brought with them some changes. At the end +of two months Ruth Patton sent for her mother, who was feeling very +lonely at Port Jervis, and engaged a suite of three rooms over those +occupied by Mrs. Fenton and Fred. Though she was away during the day, +the two ladies, living so near together, were company for each other. +Ruth had now become advanced to twelve dollars a week, not out of +charity, but because Alfred Lindsay's business had considerably +increased and gave his copyist more to do. + +Fred was still on the Erie road, but it was now winter, and the travel +had so much diminished that where he had formerly earned seven or eight +dollars a week he now averaged no more than four. He began to be +dissatisfied, for his income now was inadequate to meet his expenses, +and he had been obliged to spend twenty dollars out of the two hundred +which he had received from Mr. Lawrence at Niagara Falls. He was now +seventeen, and he felt that it was high time he had entered upon some +business in which he could advance by successive steps. On the road, if +he remained till he was thirty years of age, he could earn no more than +at present. He answered several advertisements, but secured nothing +likely to be an improvement upon his present place. + +One evening toward the end of December he was about to leave the cars, +when his attention was drawn to an old gentleman with hair nearly +white, who did not rise with the rest of the passengers, but remained +in his seat with his head leaned back and his eyes closed. + +The train boy, concluding that he had fallen asleep, went up to him and +touched him gently. + +"We have reached Jersey City," he said. + +The old man opened his eyes slightly and gazed at him bewildered. + +"I--I don't know where I am," he murmured vaguely. + +"You are in Jersey City, sir." + +"I want to go to New York." + +"You have only to cross the ferry." + +"Excuse me; I am a stranger here. I am from Ohio. Where is the ferry?" + +"Let me lead you to the boat, sir." + +The old man rose feebly and put his hand to his head. + +"I don't know what is the matter with me," he said. "I feel sick." + +"Perhaps you are upset by your journey. Come with me, and I will take +care of you." + +"You are a very good boy, and I will accept your offer." + +He rose and left the car, leaning heavily on Fred's arm. + +"How long have you felt unwell?" asked the train boy sympathetically. + +"Ever since we left Elmira. My head troubles me." + +"It is the motion of the cars, no doubt. Here we are!" + +They were just in time to reach the boat. They entered the ladies' +cabin, as Fred thought the tobacco smoke which always pervaded the +cabin devoted to men would increase the old gentleman's head trouble. + +"Where do you wish to go when we have reached the New York side?" asked +Fred, when they were nearly across the river. + +"I have a nephew living on Madison Avenue. Do you know that street?" + +"Oh, yes, sir, very well. I will go up with you if you will let me know +your nephew's name." + +The name was mentioned, and to Fred's surprise was that of a wealthy +and influential Wall Street broker. It was clear that the old +gentleman, though plainly dressed, would not need to economize. + +"I think, sir," said Fred, noticing that the old man seemed to be +getting more and more feeble, "that it will be well for you to take a +cab, in order to avoid any walking. You seem very much fatigued." + +"You are right. Will you call one? I don't feel able." + +"With pleasure, sir." + +Fred passed through the gate and beckoned a hackman, who drove up with +alacrity. + +"Where to, sir?" he asked. + +Fred gave the number on Madison Avenue. + +"Mr. John Wainwrignt lives there," said the hackman. "I sometimes drive +him up from Wall Street." + +"That is the place. This is his uncle." + +The hackman touched his hat respectfully to the old gentleman, whom he +had at first mentally styled a rusty old codger. His relationship to +the wealthy broker gave him dignity in the eyes of the driver. + +"Won't you get in too?" asked the old gentleman who had come to rely +upon Fred as his guardian. + +"Certainly, sir." + +"I shall feel safer. I am a perfect stranger to the city." + +He leaned back in the seat and partially closed his eyes. + +The hack rattled through the streets and in due time reached its +destination. + +The hackman opened the door of the cab and Fred assisted the old +gentleman to alight. + +"Take my pocketbook and pay him," said the old man. + +The hackman did not venture to ask more than his rightful fare, as it +would have come to the knowledge of the broker, whom he did not care to +offend. + +The driver paid, Fred ascended the steps and rang the bell. + +A man servant opened the door. + +"Is Mr. Wainwright at home?" asked Fred. + +The servant, seeing an old man in rather a rusty dress, was inclined to +think that he was an applicant for charity, and answered rather +superciliously: + +"Yes, he's at 'ome, but I ain't sure as he'll see you." + +"Tell him," said Fred sharply, "that his uncle has arrived." + +"His uncle!" repeated the astounded flunkey. "O yes, sir, certainly, +sir. I think he _is_ at 'ome. Won't you step in, sir?" + +Fred would have gone away, but the old gentleman still seemed to +require his assistance, and he stepped in with him and led him into the +drawing-room. + +The servant promptly reported the arrival to Mr. Wainwright, who +descended the staircase quickly and greeted his uncle. + +"You are heartily welcome, Uncle Silas," he said. "I did not expect you +till to-morrow, or I would have sent the carriage for you." + +"I changed my mind, John, and decided to push through." + +"Who is this young man with you?" + +"He is a kind friend, John. I was taken sick--the effect of the +journey, I think--and I shouldn't have been able to get up here but for +him." + +The broker smiled pleasantly and held out his hand to Fred. + +"You are the train boy, are you not?" he asked, glancing at Fred's cap. + +"Yes, sir." + +"I hope you find it pays you well." + +"Not at this season, sir." + +"How long have you been in service?" + +"Over a year." + +"Thank you for your kindness to my uncle. He seems ill and requires my +attention now. Can you make it convenient to call here to-morrow +evening at eight o'clock?" + +"Yes, sir. I will call with pleasure." + +"Good night, then, and don't forget to call." + +The broker shook hands with Fred again, and the train-boy left the +house quite won by the pleasant and affable manner of the great broker. + +"I never expected to know such a man as that," thought Fred. "I wish he +would give me a position in his office. That would be much better worth +having than my present place." + +"Why are you so late, Fred?" asked his mother, when he reached home. + +"I had to make a call on Mr. Wainwright, the broker," answered Fred. + +"I guess you are only funning," said Albert. + +"No, I am not. I am invited to call again to-morrow evening." + +"What for?" + +"Perhaps he's going to take me into partnership," said Fred in joke. + + + + +CHAPTER XXIV. + +FRED'S GOOD LUCK. + +Fred made a short trip the next day, and returned home at four o'clock. +He was glad to be back so early, as it gave him time to prepare for his +evening visit. Naturally his mind had dwelt upon it more or less during +the day, and he looked forward to the occasion with pleasant +anticipations. The broker's gracious manners led Fred to think of him +as a friend. + +"I would like to be in the employ of such a man," he reflected. + +He started from home in good season, and found himself on the broker's +steps on the stroke of eight. + +The door was opened by the same servant as on the evening previous, but +he treated Fred more respectfully, having overheard Mr. Wainwright +speak of him cordially. + +So when Fred asked, "Is Mr. Wainwright at home?" he answered "Yes, sir; +come right in. I believe as you are expected." + +The old man was descending the stairs as Fred entered, and immediately +recognized him. + +"Ha, my young friend!" he said. "I am glad to see you," and he held out +his hand. + +"I hope you are feeling better, sir," said Fred respectfully. + +"Oh, yes, thank you. I feel quite myself to-day. It was the length of +the journey that upset and fatigued me. I couldn't travel every day, as +you do." + +"No, sir, I suppose not now; but when you were of my age it would have +been different." + +"How old are you?" + +"Seventeen." + +"And I am seventy-one, the same figures, but reversed. That makes a +great difference. Come in here; my nephew will be down at once." + +The train boy followed the old gentleman into the handsome drawing-room, +and sat down on a sofa feeling, it must be owned, not quite as much at +home as he would have done in a plainer house. + +"Did you make much to-day?" asked Silas Corwin (that was his name) in a +tone of interest. + +"No, sir, it was a poor day. I only sold three dollars' worth." + +"And how much did that yield you?" + +"Sixty cents. I have a commission of twenty per cent." + +"What was the most you ever made in a day?" + +"I took in thirteen dollars once--it was on a holiday." + +"That would give you two dollars and sixty cents." + +"Yes, sir." + +"Very good indeed!" + +"If I could keep that up I should feel like a millionaire." + +"Perhaps happier than a millionaire. I have known millionaires who were +weighed down by cares, and were far from happy." + +Fred listened respectfully, but like most boys of his age found it +impossible to understand how a very rich man could be otherwise than +happy. + +At this point Mr. John Wainwright entered the room. + +"Good evening, my boy!" he said cordially. "I won't apologize for being +late, as my uncle has no doubt entertained you." + +"Yes, sir; he was just telling me that millionaires are sometimes +unhappy." + +"And you did not believe him?" + +"I think I should be happy if I were worth a million." + +"You might feel poorer than you do now. I knew a millionaire once--a +bachelor--who did not venture to drink but one cup of coffee at his +breakfast (he took it at a cheap restaurant) because it would involve +an added expenditure of five cents." + +"Was he in his right mind, sir?" + +"I don't wonder you ask. I don't think a man who carries economy so far +is quite in his right mind. However, he was shrewd enough in his +business transactions. But now tell me something about yourself. Are +you alone in the world?" + +"No, sir; I have a mother and little brother." + +"Are they partly dependent upon you?" + +"Yes, sir." + +"Can you make enough to support them comfortably?" + +"I can in the summer, sir, but in the winter my earnings are small." + +"How small?" + +"Not over four dollars a week." + +"That is certainly small. Do you like your present employment?" + +"I am getting tired of it," answered Fred. "I should be glad to find a +place where I can have a chance to rise, even if the pay is small." + +"What do you think of going into a broker's office?" + +Fred's heart gave a bound. + +"I should like it very much," he said. + +"Then I think I can offer you a place in mine. Come down on Saturday, +and I will introduce you to the office employees, and on Monday you can +begin work." + +"I am very much obliged to you, Mr. Wainwright." + +"Before you know how much pay you are to receive?" asked the broker, +smiling. + +"I can safely trust that to you, sir." + +"Then we will say eight dollars to begin with." + +"My mother will be pleased with my good luck. I hope I shall prove +satisfactory." + +"We generally ask references from those about to enter our employment, +but my uncle here insists that it is unnecessary in your case." + +"I'll go security for the boy, John," said Silas Corwin. + +"Thank you, sir," said Fred. "I will see that you don't run any risk." + +At this moment a young girl of fourteen entered the room. She was the +picture of rosy health, and Fred looked at her admiringly. She, too, +glanced at him curiously. + +"Fred, this is my daughter, Rose," said Mr. Wainwright. + +"Is this the boy who came home with Uncle Silas?" asked the young lady. + +"Yes, Rose." + +"He looks like a nice boy." + +Fred blushed at the compliment, but coming from such lips he found it +very agreeable. + +"Thank you," he said. + +"How old are you?" continued Rose. "I'm fourteen." + +"I am three years older." + +"When I am three years older I shall be a young lady." + +"I don't think I shall ever be a young lady," said Fred demurely. + +"Why, of course you won't, you foolish boy," said Rose, with a merry +laugh. "Papa, may I invite Fred to my New Year's party?" + +"Yes, if you like." + +"You'll come, won't you?" asked Rose. + +"If your father approves," answered Fred, hesitating. + +"Of course he does. Didn't he say so? If you'll tell me where you live, +I'll send you a card. Do you dance?" + +"Not much; but I will practise beforehand." + +"That's right. You must dance with me, you know." + +"Rose," said her father gravely, "are you under the impression that +this is Leap Year? You seem to be very attentive to this young man." + +Rose was the pride of her father's heart, as she might well be, for she +was an unusually attractive child, and had been a good deal indulged, +but by no means spoiled. Mr. Wainwright had no foolish ideas about +exclusiveness, and was not disturbed by his daughter's cordiality to +Fred. + +"Do you play backgammon, Fred?" asked Rose, after some further +conversation. + +"Yes, a little." + +"Then I'll get the backgammon board, and we'll have a game." + +Fred was not a skilful player, and the young lady beat him three games +in succession, which put her in high spirits. Her favorable opinion of +Fred was confirmed, and when he rose to go she pressed him to come +again. + +"Thank you," said Fred, "I shall be very glad indeed to come." + +"Rose," said her father, after Fred's departure, "it seems to me you +have been flirting with Fred." + +"He's a nice boy, don't you think so, papa?" + +"I hope he will prove so, for I am going to take him into my office." + +"That's good. Then I shall see him often." + +"Really, Rose, I was a little alarmed lest you should make him an offer +this evening." + +"You needn't be afraid, papa. I will wait till I am a little bit +older." + +"And then shall you offer yourself to Fred?" + +"Perhaps I shall if I don't see any one I like better." + +"You must remember he is poor." + +"That doesn't make any difference. You can give us all the money we +want." + +"A very satisfactory arrangement, upon my word! I am glad you don't +insist upon getting married at once, but give me a few hours to get +reconciled to the thought." + + + + +CHAPTER XXV. + +ROSE WAINWRIGHT'S PARTY. + +As Fred would make his debut in fashionable society at Rose +Wainwright's party, he was naturally solicitous to make a favorable +impression. He had for some time been intending to procure a new suit, +but hesitated on account of the expense. Now with a new position in +prospect, and a liberal salary he no longer delayed, but purchased a +neat black suit--a misfit--for seventeen dollars, and a few small +articles of which he stood in need. + +The next thing required was to obtain some knowledge of dancing. +Fortunately he was acquainted with a gentleman who gave private as well +as class lessons, and was a very successful teacher. He called upon +Professor Saville, and asked him if he could qualify him to make a +creditable appearance at the party. + +"How much time have you?" asked the professor. + +"Ten days." + +"Then come to me every evening, and I will guarantee to make you more +than an average dancer in that time." + +"And your terms?" + +"To you will be half price. I know very well, Fred, that you are not a +millionaire, and will adapt my terms to your circumstances." + +Professor Saville kept his word, and when the eventful day arrived Fred +felt a degree of confidence in his newly-acquired skill. When he was +dressed for the party in his new suit, with a white silk tie and a pair +of patent leather shoes, it would have been hard to recognize him as a +poor train boy. + +"You look nice, Fred," said Albert. + +"Do I? I must give you a dime for that compliment. Now don't go and +spend it for whisky." + +"I never drink whisky," said Albert, indignantly. + +"I was only joking, Bertie. Well, mother, I will bid you good-evening." + +"I wish you a pleasant time, Fred. Shall you be out late?" + +"I can't tell, mother. It is so long since I have been to a fashionable +party that I have forgotten when they do close." + +Some of the boys who attended Miss Wainwright's party engaged cabs, but +Fred would have thought this a foolish expenditure. It was a dry crisp +day, with no snow on the ground, and he felt that it would do him no +harm to walk. He did not expect to meet any one he knew, but on turning +into Madison Avenue, he nearly ran into Raymond Ferguson. + +Raymond did not at first recognize him. When he did, he surveyed him in +his party dress in unconcealed amazement. + +"Where did you get that rig?" he inquired, with more abruptness than +ceremony. + +Fred was glad to meet Raymond, and enjoyed his surprise. + +"I bought it," he answered briefly. + +"But why did you buy it? I don't see where you found the money. You'd +better have saved it for food and rent." + +"I'll think over your advice, Cousin Raymond," said Fred with a twinkle +of fun in his eyes. + +"Were you going to call at our house?" asked Raymond. + +"Not this evening." + +"I don't care to have you call me Cousin Raymond." + +"I won't, then. I am just as much ashamed of the relationship as you +are." + +"If that's a joke it's a very poor one," said Raymond, provoked. + +"It's no joke, I assure you." + +Fred seemed so cool and composed that his cousin was nonplussed. He +started as if to go on, but curiosity got the better of him. + +"You haven't told me where you were going in that absurd dress," he +said. + +"I don't see anything absurd in it. I am going to a party." + +"To a party? what party?" + +"Miss Rose Wainwright's." + +"What, the daughter of Mr. Wainwright, the broker?" asked Raymond, +incredulously. + +"Yes." + +Now it happened that Raymond had been particularly anxious to get an +invitation to this party. Some of his friends at the Columbia Grammar +School were going and he had intrigued, but unsuccessfully, to get a +card of invitation. The idea that his cousin--an obscure train boy--had +succeeded where he had failed seemed absurd and preposterous. It +intensified his disappointment, and made him foolishly jealous of Fred. + +"There must be some mistake about this," he said harshly. "You only +imagine that you are invited." + +"I am not quite a fool, Cousin Raymond--excuse me, Mr. Ferguson. What +do you say to this?" + +He drew from his pocket a note of invitation requesting the favor of +Mr. Fred Fenton's company at Miss Rose Wainwright's New Year's party. + +"How did she happen to send you this card?" asked Raymond, his surprise +increasing. "You don't mean to say you know Rose Wainwright?" + +"Yes, I know her. I spent an evening at the house nearly two weeks ago, +and played backgammon with her." + +"I never heard the like. Have any bootblacks been invited?" + +"I don't know. The young lady didn't tell me who were coming." + +"Take my advice and don't go." + +"Why not?" + +"You will be about as much at home at a fashionable party as a cat +would be at the opera." + +"But I have accepted the invitation." + +"That won't matter. You can write a note tomorrow saying that you +thought it wiser to stay away." + +"Besides there is another objection." + +"What is that?" + +"Rose expects me to dance with her." + +"You dance!" + +"Certainly, why not?" + +"I begin to think you are crazy, Fred Fenton." + +"I don't see why." + +"Of course you can't dance." + +"Of course I can. I am a pupil of Professor Saville. But I must bid you +good evening, as it is time I was at the party." + +Raymond gazed after Fred as he walked toward the scene of the evening's +enjoyment with corrugated brows. + +"I never heard of anything more ridiculous," he muttered. "It's like a +beggar on horseback. Think of a poor boy like Fred figuring at Rose +Wainwright's party. It is disgusting." + +Fred would not have had his share of human nature if he had not enjoyed +the discomfiture of his haughty cousin. + +"He thinks this world was made for him," he said to himself. "There +would be no place for me in it if he had his will." + +The broker's house was blazing with light, and already many of the +young guests had arrived. Plants and flowers were to be seen in +profusion, and the mansion wore a holiday look. Fred was dazzled, but +did not allow himself to appear ill at ease. + +"Second floor back," said the servant who admitted him. + +Fred went up-stairs and arranged his toilet in the room appropriated to +gentlemen. Three or four other boys were present, but he knew no one. +With one of these, an attractive boy of his own age, Fred stumbled into +acquaintance, and they went downstairs together. + +"Come with me." said the other boy, "we will pay our respects to Rose +together." + +Fred was glad to have some one take him in tow, and said so, adding, +"Won't you tell me your name?" + +"My name is George Swain. I am a Columbia schoolboy." + +"And mine, Fred Fenton. I am in Mr. Wainwright's office." + +Rose greeted both boys cordially. She glanced approvingly at Fred's +dress. She had been a little uncertain whether he would be able to +appear in suitable costume. + +"You won't forget our dance?" she said, smiling. + +"Oh, no; I am counting upon it." + +"Then put down your name here," and she presented a card containing the +order of dances. + +"May I put down my name, too?" asked George + +"Certainly. I shall be pleased to dance with you." + +When his turn came Fred acquitted himself very creditably, thanks to +his skilful instructor, Professor Saville. + +At ten o'clock a series of tableaux was announced. At one end of the +dining-room a miniature stage had been erected, and there was a +circular row of footlights. In the third tableau, Rose took part. She +incautiously drew too near the footlights, and in an instant her dress +caught fire. + +There was a wild scene of excitement. All seemed to have lost their +presence of mind except Fred. Occupying a front seat, he jumped to his +feet in an instant, stripped off his coat, and jumping on the stage +wrapped it round the terrified Rose. + + + +CHAPTER XXVI. + +FRED BECOMES A NEWSPAPER HERO. + +"Lie down instantly! Don't be alarmed! I will save you," said Fred +rapidly, as he reached the girl. + +He spoke in a tone of authority required by the emergency, and Rose +obeyed without question. Her terror gave place to confidence in Fred. +Her prompt obedience saved her life. A minute's delay, and it would +have been too late. + +There was a wild rush to the stage. First among those to reach Fred and +the little girl was Mr. Wainwright. He had seen his daughter's peril, +and for a moment he had been spellbound, his limbs refusing to act. Had +Fred been affected in the same way, the life of Rose would have been +sacrificed. + +"Are you much hurt, my darling?" he asked, sick with apprehension. + +"Just a little, papa," answered Rose, cheerfully. "If it hadn't been +for Fred, I don't know what would have happened." + +The coat was carefully removed, and it was found that the chief damage +had been to the white dress. The little girl's injuries were of small +account. + +Fortunately there was a physician present, who took Rose in hand, and +did what was needed to relieve her. + +"It is a miracle that she was saved, Mr. Wainwright," he said. "But for +this brave boy----" + +"Hush, doctor, I cannot bear to think of it," said Mr. Wainwright with +a shudder. "I can never forget what you have done for me and mine," he +added, turning to Fred, and wringing his hand. "I won't speak of it +now, but I shall always remember it." + +Fred blushed and tried to escape notice, but the guests surrounded him +and overwhelmed him with congratulations. One little girl, the intimate +friend of Rose, even threw her arms round his neck and kissed him, +which caused Fred to blush more furiously then ever. But upon the whole +he bore himself so modestly that he won golden opinions from all. + +The incident put an end to the party. As soon as it was understood that +Rose was in no danger, the guests began to take their leave. + +George Swain and Fred went out together. + +"Fred, you have shown yourself a hero," said his friend warmly. + +"You would have done the same thing," said Fred. + +"Perhaps I should, but I should not have acted so promptly. That was +the important point. You had your wits about you. I was sitting beside +you, but before I had time to collect my thoughts you had saved Rose." + +"I acted on the impulse of the moment." + +"How did you know just what to do--making her lie down, you know?" + +"I read an account of a similar case some months since. It came to me +in a moment, and I acted upon it." + +"If I ever catch fire, I hope you'll be on hand to put me out." + +"Oh, yes," laughed Fred. "I'll stand you on your head directly." + +"Thank you! It's a good thing to have a considerate friend." + +"Did you have a pleasant evening, Fred?" asked Mrs. Fenton. "Are you +not home earlier than you expected?" + +"Yes, mother. There was as an accident that broke up the party." + +He described the affair, but said nothing of his own part in it. + +The next morning, after Fred had taken breakfast and gone to business, +a neighbor came in. + +"I congratulate you, Mrs. Fenton," she said. "You have a right to be +proud of Fred." + +"Thank you," said the widow, puzzled. "I'm glad you think well of him." + +"There's few boys that would have done what he did." + +"What has he done?" asked Mrs. Fenton, stopping short on her way to the +pantry. + +"You don't mean to say you don't know? Why, it's in all the papers." + +"I am sure I don't know what you are talking about." + +"Didn't I tell you how he saved the little girl from burning to death?" + +"Was it Fred who saved her? He didn't tell me that." + +"Of course it was. Read that, now!" + +She put in the hand of the widow a copy of the _Sun_ in which the whole +scene was vividly described. + +"What do you say now, Mrs. Fenton?" + +"That I am all the more proud of Fred because he did not boast of what +he did," and a look of pride shone in the widow's eyes. + +That morning, when Raymond Ferguson entered the breakfast-room rather +later than usual, he found his father reading a paragraph in the Sun +with every appearance of surprise. + +"What is it, papa?" asked Raymond. + +"Read that!" + +Raymond took the paper, and his eye was drawn to some conspicuous +headlines. + +A NARROW ESCAPE FROM A TERRIBLE DEATH! + +A BROKER'S DAUGHTER IN FLAMES! + +SAVED BY A BOY'S HEROISM! + +A TRAGIC SCENE AT A NEW YEAR'S PARTY! + +"Why, it's Rose Wainwright!" said Raymond excitedly. "Whom do you think +I saw on his way to the party last evening?" + +"Fred Fenton." + +"How did you hear it?" asked Raymond in surprise. + +"Read the account and you will understand." + +This is what Raymond read: + +Last evening a terrible tragedy came near being enacted at the house of +the well-known broker, John Wainwright. The occasion was a juvenile +party given by his little daughter Rose, eleven years of age. One part +of the entertainment provided was a series of tableaux upon a miniature +stage at one end of the dining-room. All went well till the third +tableau, in which the young hostess took part, She incautiously +approached too near the footlights, when her white dress caught fire +and instantly blazed up. All present were spellbound, and it seemed as +if the little girl's fate was sealed. Luckily one of the young guests, +Fred Fenton, retained his coolness and presence of mind. Without an +instant's delay he sprang upon the stage, directed the little girl to +lie down, and wrapped his coat around her. Thanks to his promptitude, +she escaped with slight injuries. By the time the rest of those present +recovered from the spell of terror, Rose was saved. + +We understand that the brave boy who displayed such heroic qualities +was formerly a train boy on the Erie Railroad, but is now employed in +the office of Mr. Wainwright. + +Raymond read this account with lowering brow. He felt sick with +jealousy. Why had he not been lucky enough to receive an invitation to +the party, and enact the part of a deliverer? He did not ask himself +whether, if the opportunity had been afforded, he would have availed +himself of it. It is fortunate for Rose that she had Fred to depend +upon in her terrible emergency, and not Raymond Ferguson. There was +little that was heroic about him. A hero must be unselfish, and Raymond +was the incarnation of selfishness. + +"Your cousin seems to have become quite a hero," said Mr. Ferguson, as +Raymond looked up from the paper. + +"Don't call him my cousin! I don't care to own him." + +"I don't know," said his father, who was quite as selfish, but not as +malicious as Raymond. "I am not sure but it will be considered a credit +to us to have such a relative." + +"Anybody could have done as much as he did," said Raymond in a tone of +discontent. "Here's some news of your train-boy, Luella," he continued, +as his sister entered the room. + +"Has he been arrested?" asked Luella listlessly. + +"Not at all! He turns out to be a hero," said her father. + +"I suppose that is a joke." + +"Read the paper and see." + +The young lady read the account with as little pleasure as Raymond. + +"How on earth came a boy like that at the Wainwrights' house?" she said +with a curl of the lip. "Really, society is getting very much mixed." + +"Perhaps," said her father, "it was his relationship to the future +Countess Cattelli." + +Luella smiled complacently. She had fallen in with an Italian count, an +insignificant looking man, very dark and with jet black hair and +mustache, of whom she knew very little except that he claimed to be a +count. She felt that he would propose soon, and she had decided to +accept him. She did not pretend to love him, but it would be such a +triumph to be addressed as the Countess Cattelli. She would let Alfred +Lindsay see that she could do without him. + + + + +CHAPTER XXVII. + +A CONFIDENTIAL MISSION. + +When Fred met Mr. Wainwright at the office the next morning his +employer greeted him with a pleasant smile, but did not stop to speak. +Fred felt relieved, for it embarrassed him to be thanked, and since the +evening previous no one had met him without speaking of his heroism. +Now Fred was inclined to be modest, and he could not possibly feel that +he had done anything heroic, though he was quite aware that he had +saved the life of Rose Wainwright. He looked upon it rather as a +fortunate opportunity for rendering his employer a valuable service. + +At one o'clock Fred took his hat, intending to go to lunch. He lunched +at a quiet place in Nassau Street, and never spent over twenty-five +cents for this meal, feeling that he must give the bulk of his salary +to his mother. + +He was just going out when he heard his name called. + +Looking back, he saw that it was the broker himself who was speaking to +him. Mr. Wainwright had his hat on, and seemed about going out, too. + +"You must go to lunch with me to-day, Fred." + +"Thank you, sir," answered Fred respectfully. + +They walked through Wall Street together, the broker chatting +pleasantly. On the way Fred met Raymond, who stared in surprise and +disgust as he saw the intimate terms on which Fred appeared to be with +his wealthy employer. Mr. Wainwright led the way into an expensive +restaurant of a very select character, and motioned Fred to sit down at +a table with him. + +After the orders were given, he said: "I have invited you to lunch with +me, as I could not speak at the office without being overheard. Of +course the great service which you rendered me and mine last evening, I +can never forget. I do not propose to pay you for it." + +"I am glad of that, sir," said Fred earnestly. + +"I feel that money is entirely inadequate to express my gratitude, but +I shall lose no opportunity of advancing your interests and pushing you +on in business." + +"Thank you, sir." + +"Indeed, it so happens that I have an opportunity even now of showing +my confidence in you." + +Fred listened with increased attention. + +"Some months since," continued the broker, "a confidential clerk who +had been employed in my office for years suddenly disappeared, and with +him about fifteen thousand dollars in money and securities. As they +were my property, and no one else was involved, I did not make the loss +public, thinking that I might stand a better chance of getting them +back." + +"But, sir, I should think the securities would be sold, and the amount +realized spent." + +"Well thought of, but there was one hindrance. They were not negotiable +without the indorsement of the owner in whose name they stood." + +"Yes, sir, I see." + +"Sooner or later, I expected to hear from them, and I have done so. +Yesterday this letter came to me from my defaulting clerk." + +He placed a letter, with a Canadian postmark in Fred's hand. + +"Shall I read it?'" asked Fred. + +"Yes, do so." + +This was the letter: + +MR. WAINWRIGHT, + +DEAR SIR--I am ashamed to address you after the manner in which I have +betrayed your confidence and robbed you, but I do it in the hope of +repairing to some extent the wrong I have committed, and of restoring +to you a large part of the stolen bonds. If it depended on myself alone +I should have little difficulty, but I had a partner in my crime. I may +say indeed that I never should have robbed you had I not been +instigated to it by another, This man, who calls himself Paul Bowman, I +made acquaintance with at a billiard saloon in New York. He insinuated +himself into my confidence, inquired my salary, denounced it as +inadequate, and finally induced me to take advantage of the confidence +reposed in me to abstract the securities which you lost. He had made +all arrangements for my safe flight, accompanying me, of course. We +went to Montreal first, but this is so apt to be the refuge of +defaulters that we finally came to the small village from which I +address these lines. + +There was a considerable sum of money which we spent, also five hundred +dollars in government bonds on which we realized. The other securities +we have not as yet been able to negotiate. I have proposed to Bowman to +restore them to you by express, and trust to your kindness to spare us +a criminal prosecution, and enable us to return to the States, for +which I have a homesick longing. But he laughs the idea to scorn, and +has managed to spirit away the bonds and conceal them in some place +unknown to me. Of course this makes me entirely dependent upon him. To +make matters worse, I have fallen sick with rheumatism, and am +physically helpless. + +If you could send here a confidential messenger who could ascertain the +hiding-place of the bonds, I would thankfully consent to his taking +them back to you, and I would make no conditions with you. If you felt +that you could repose confidence in me once more. I would willingly +return to your employment, and make arrangements to pay you by degrees +the value of the money thus far expended by Bowman and myself. There +are still thirteen thousand five hundred dollars' worth of securities +left untouched in their original packages. + +We are living in a small village called St. Victor, thirty miles from +the American line. We occupy a small cottage rather out of the village, +and go by our own names. Do not write to me, for the letter would be +seen by Paul Bowman, and defeat my plans, but instruct your messenger +to seek a private interview with me. I am detained at home by sickness +at present, but Bowman is away most of the day. He is fond of hunting, +and spends considerable of the day in the woods, while his evenings are +spent at the inn, where there is a pool table. I have managed to send +this to the post office by a small girl who comes here in the morning +to make the bed and sweep. Hoping earnestly that this communication may +reach you, I sign myself + + Your repentant clerk, + + JAMES SINCLAIR. + +Fred read this letter with great interest. "He seems to write in good +faith," he said, as he handed it back. + +"Yes; Sinclair is not so wicked as weak. I quite believe him when he +says that it was Bowman who instigated him to the deed." + +"Do you think there is any chance of recovering the securities?" asked +Fred. + +"That depends upon whether I can secure a discreet and trustworthy +messenger." + +"Yes, sir; I suppose that is important." + +"Perhaps you can suggest some one?" said the broker, eying Fred +attentively. + +Fred shook his head. + +"I have too few acquaintances to think of anyone who would be fit," he +answered. + +"Would you undertake it yourself?" asked Mr. Wainwright. + +"I?" stammered Fred in genuine surprise. + +"Yes." + +"But don't you think I am too young?" + +"Perhaps your youth may be a recommendation." + +"I don't see how, sir." + +"By drawing away suspicion from you. Should I send a man, the +appearance of a stranger in a small place like St. Victor--I think it +has little more than a thousand inhabitants--would very likely excite +the suspicions of this Bowman, and so defeat the chances of success." + +"Yes, sir, I see that." + +"Of course your youth presents this objection--that you may not have +the requisite judgment and knowledge of the world for so delicate a +mission." + +"That is what I am afraid of, sir." + +"Still, I have observed you closely, and have found you prompt, +self-reliant, and possessed of unusual good sense. So, upon the whole, +having no other person in my mind, I have decided to send you to St. +Victor if you will consent to go." + +"I will certainly go, sir, if you desire it, and will do my best to +succeed." + +"That is all that any one could do, whatever might be his age and +experience. When will you be ready?" + +"To-morrow, if you wish it, sir." + +"The sooner the better. I shall provide you with ample funds to defray +your expenses. As to instructions, I have none to give. You must be +guided by circumstances, and fall back in times of perplexity upon your +natural shrewdness. Now let us address ourselves to the dinner." + + + + +CHAPTER XXVIII. + +ST. VICTOR. + +"So this is St. Victor," said Fred, as he got out of the train on the +Grand Trunk Railroad, and looked about him curiously. + +It was a small, unpretending village, composed entirely of frame +houses, of modest size, and a few small stores kept, as the signs +indicated, by Frenchmen. On a little elevation stood a wooden Catholic +church, surmounted by a cross. + +"It seems a quiet place," thought Fred. "I shall find it dull enough, +but if I accomplish my purpose I won't complain of that." + +He scarcely needed to inquire for the village inn, for it was in plain +sight, not a hundred yards from the station. As the town seemed to be +peopled chiefly by French residents it would have been natural to +conclude that the hotel also would be French. This, however, was not +the case, for the Lion Inn (there was a swinging signboard adorned by +the figure of a lion, the work of a fourth-rate sign painter) was kept +by a short, stout, red-faced Englishman, who stood in the doorway as +Fred came up, valise in hand. + +"Is this the hotel?" asked Fred. + +"Yes, sir," was the reply. + +"I should like to stay with you for a while." + +"All right, sir. Come right in, and we'll accommodate you with a room. +Have you had supper?" + +"No. I should like some, for I am very hungry." + +"It shall be ready for you, sir, in a jiffy. Will 'am and heggs suit +you, sir?" + +"Yes, I shall relish them." + +"James, take the young gentleman's bag up to No. 5." + +"I should like water and towels, as I have had a long and dusty ride." + +Fred was ushered into a small bedroom on the second floor, very plainly +furnished, but the train boy was not accustomed to luxurious +accommodations, and found it satisfactory. He indulged himself in a +thorough ablution, then sat down at the window, which was in the front +of the house. + +Soon there was a knock at the door, and the boy James made his +appearance. + +"Please, sir, your supper's ready," he said. + +"And so am I," returned Fred with alacrity. + +He descended to a small dining-room, adjoining the bar. It was not more +than twelve feet square, and from its size it might be inferred that +the Lion Inn was seldom overrun with guests. + +Fred sat down at the table alone, but presently a man of thirty-five or +thereabouts entered and took a seat opposite him. + +"Good evening, young man," he said. "Where do you come from?" + +"Good evening," answered Fred, civilly. "I come from New York." + +The other arched his brows. + +"So do I," he said. "What sent you here to this out-of-the-way place?" + +"There's good hunting hereabouts, isn't there?" + +"Yes, are you fond of hunting?" + +"I like it pretty well. I've just had a present of a handsome rifle." + +It should be mentioned here that before Fred left New York Mr. +Wainwright had given him a gun which would serve him as an excuse for +his journey. + +"We'll go out together to-morrow. My name's Bowman." + +Fred heard the name with a thrill of excitement. Why, this must be the +man referred to in Sinclair's letter as having instigated him to the +crime. He surveyed Bowman with attention, taking stock of him, so to +speak. He found him to be a man of middle height, rather spare than +stout, with dark, shifty eyes and a sallow complexion. He wore a +mustache, but no whiskers. + +"I may find it worth while to get well acquainted with him," thought +Fred. "I shall be glad to go out with you," he said aloud. + +"That's all right! But how does a boy like you happen to be traveling +so far from home?" + +"I have a vacation," said Fred. "I have never been in Canada, and +thought it would be something new to come here." + +"I'm pretty tired of it, I can tell you." + +"Then why do you stay?" asked Fred innocently. + +"My partner's taken down with rheumatism, and I can't leave him," +answered Bowman in a tone of hesitation. "When he gets well I may go +back to New York." + +"I doubt if you will," thought Fred. + +"Were you in a business position in New York?" asked Bowman. + +"I have been for some time train boy on the Erie Railroad," answered +Fred, feeling that it would never do to mention his connection with Mr. +Wainwright. + +"Train boys don't usually have money to spend on vacation trips," said +Bowman shrewdly. + +"That's true," laughed Fred. "If I had depended on my savings, I +shouldn't have been able to go farther than Hoboken, or Coney Island, +but a rich friend supplied me with a moderate sum for expenses." + +"Then you were in luck." + +Fred was a little afraid that Bowman would inquire the name of the rich +friend, and made up his mind that he would evade answering. However, +his companion showed no curiosity on the subject. + +"Will you take a glass of ale with me?" asked Bowman, as he filled his +own glass from a bottle beside his plate. + +"No, thank you. I have no taste for it." + +"I didn't like it myself at first but I've come to like it." + +"Does your partner board with you at the hotel?" asked Fred. + +"No," was the careless reply. "We have a small cottage just out of the +village." + +"I wonder how he gets along for meals," thought Fred. + +However that might be, Paul Bowman didn't permit anxiety to interfere +with his own appetite. He did ample justice to the supper, and so +indeed did Fred. Fortunately the ham and eggs were well cooked, and the +loaf of bread was fresh. In place of ale Fred contented himself with +tea. + +At length they rose from the table. + +"This is a beastly hole--St. Victor, I mean," said Bowman, as he led +the way to the reading-room, "but the eating is fair. An Englishman +keeps the inn, and though he has no French kickshaws on his table, he +gives you solid food and enough of it. Do you smoke? I believe I have a +cigar somewhere, but I smoke a pipe myself." + +"Thank you," answered Fred, "but I don't smoke. I used to smoke +cigarettes, but a young man--an acquaintance of mine--died of +cigarette-smoking, so the doctor said, and I gave it up." + +"Smoking never hurt me that I know of," said Bowman. "Even if it did, +what's a man to do in this dull hole? Shall you stay here long?" + +"I don't know how long. It's a cheap place to stay in, isn't it?" + +"Yes, it has that recommendation." + +"Then I may stay a week possibly," said Fred in an off-hand way. + +"I've been here six weeks," said Bowman. + +"Then you have had a chance to get well acquainted with St. Victor." + +"A good deal better than I want to be. I was just getting ready to +leave, when my partner had a sharp attack of rheumatism." + +"Is he from New York too?" + +"No, from Philadelphia," answered Bowman cautiously, though he had no +suspicion that Fred was other than he represented himself. + +"I have never been in Philadelphia," said Fred indifferently. "What is +your partner's name?" + +"James Sinclair," answered Bowman after a moment's hesitation. "Have +you ever heard that name before?" + +"Yes." + +"Where?" I asked Bowman quickly. + +"I had a schoolmate of that name." + +"Oh! Yes, I suppose the name is not an uncommon one. Do you play +billiards?" + +"I have seen it played." + +"There is a poor table in the house. Such as it is, it may afford us a +little recreation. Will you try a game?" + +"Yes, if you will teach me." + +Fred felt that it was his policy to cultivate the acquaintance of Mr. +Bowman, as it might afford him an opportunity to obtain the information +he desired. He had never played a game of billiards, but he was willing +to try it. + +"Come in, then," said Bowman. + +He led the way into a room opposite the office, where stood a +venerable-looking billiard table, probably twenty years old. It had +been given to the landlord some years before by a gentleman, and it had +seen hard service since then. + +They played one game, and were about to commence another when a small +girl with black hair cut short entered the room. + +"Monsieur Bowman," she said, "your friend would like to see you. He +feels quite bad." + +"Plague take it!" said Bowman pettishly. "I can do him no good, but I +suppose I shall have to go." + +"Is it your partner?" asked Fred. + +"Yes." + +"If you don't mind I will walk over with you." + +"Glad of your company. Claudine, tell Mr. Sinclair that I will be with +him directly." + +"_Oui, monsieur,_" and the little girl vanished. + +"I wish Sinclair would get well or something," grumbled Bowman, as they +walked to the lower end of the main street of the village. "It's hard +luck for me to be tied to a sick man." + +"Still he has the worst of it," suggested Fred, who was not altogether +pleased with the cold selfishness of his companion. + +"Yes, I suppose so; but it isn't right that I should suffer for his +misfortune." + +"Do you employ a doctor?" + +"Yes; I called in a doctor once--a Frenchman--Dr. St. Hilaire. He left +some medicines, and Sinclair takes them." + +"He doesn't seem to get better, then?" + +"At any rate he is very slow about it," said Bowman, who spoke as if +his unfortunate friend were in fault. + +At last they reached the cottage. It was very small, containing three +rooms and an attic. Bowman opened the door, and entered what might +perhaps be designated as the sitting-room, though it contained a bed, +on which, propped up by pillows, lay James Sinclair. + +"What's amiss with you, Sinclair?" grumbled Bowman. + +"Everything is amiss. You have left me alone all day." + +"What good could I do you if I were here? It would only mope me to +death." + +"I have had nothing to eat since morning, except a boiled egg." + +"Why not? Couldn't you send Claudine after food?" + +"Of what use would that be, when I had no money to give her? I warrant +you have had your regular meals." + +"I took my meals at the hotel--it was more convenient." + +"I warrant me you took care to provide for yourself. At least give me +some money so that I may not quite starve." + +"Money, money, all the time! Do you know, Sinclair, our stock is +running very low?" + +"I demand my share of it as long as it lasts. You take advantage of my +helplessness----" + +"There's a dollar! Mind you make it last as long as possible," said +Bowman. "It will be well to put off your complaints till another time, +for I have brought company." + +He signaled to Fred, who had remained outside, to enter, and the boy +did so. He regarded the sick man with interest and sympathy, not alone +because he seemed in sorry plight, and ill treated by his companion in +crime, but also because he was clearly the less guilty of the two, and +seemed disposed to make amends to the man whom he had wronged. + +James Sinclair, unprepared for the advent of a boy, regarded him with +surprise. + +"Who is this?" he asked. + +"My name is Fred Fenton," answered the train boy, remembering that +Bowman was as yet ignorant of his name. + +"He is a guest at the inn," explained Bowman carelessly. "He arrived +to-night. He will be some company for me in this dull hole. We were +playing a game of billiards when Claudine broke in and told me you +wanted to see me. I expected to find you at the point of death," he +finished impatiently. + +"That may come sooner than you think," said Sinclair. "May I ask where +you come from, young man?" he added, in a tone of suppressed eagerness +which Fred well understood. + +"I come from New York," answered the boy, trying to throw a degree of +significance into this brief answer. + +"From New York!" said Sinclair, in some excitement, and trying to read +in Fred's face whether he was the expected messenger. "You have come +for your health, I suppose?" + +"Not exactly for that, for my health is always good, but I thought it +might be a pleasant place to spend an unexpected holiday that has been +granted me." + +"Pleasant!" repeated Bowman scornfully. "If you can find anything +pleasant at St. Victor, you will have greater luck than I." + +"Is Claudine in the kitchen?" asked the sick man. "Claudine!" he +called, raising his voice. + +"Yes, monsieur," answered the little handmaid, appearing at the door. + +"Go to the baker's and buy a loaf of bread. Here is money. Is there any +tea left?" + +"Yes, monsieur." + +"Then buy a cupful of milk and half a pound of sugar. I am almost +famished. A cup of tea and some toast will put new life into me." + +Claudine departed on her errand, and Sinclair once more fixed his eyes +on Fred. There was a question he very much wished to ask, but in +Bowman's presence he could not do it safely. + + + +CHAPTER XXIX. + +FRED TAKES THE FIRST STEP. + +"And so you come from New York?" Sinclair repeated, for the want of +something better to say. + +"When did you leave the city, may I ask?" + +"On Tuesday." + +"Then you came directly here?" + +"Yes, I came directly here." + +"You must then have heard of St. Victor before starting." + +"Yes." + +"Yet I fancy it is so obscure that its existence can be known to very +few in the great city." + +"I presume you are right. I was recommended to come here by a friend." + +"Ah!" commented James Sinclair, beginning to think he was right, though +it seemed to him very strange that Mr. Wainwright should have selected +so young a messenger. "I should like to see New York once more." + +"Who wouldn't?" interposed Bowman impatiently. "In New York you can +_live._ Here in St. Victor one can only vegetate." + +"Don't you expect to go back to New York some day, Mr. Sinclair?" asked +Fred. + +"I don't know; I hope so." + +"When our business in Canada is completed," said Bowman, "we shall +probably both go back." + +"Are you going to sleep here to-night, Bowman?" asked Sinclair. + +"No, I think not. I have taken a room in the hotel." + +"You must do as you like, of course, but it is lonely for me. Besides I +might need assistance." + +"Let the girl stay here, then. I should make a miserable sick nurse. I +will ask young Fenton, here, if it is reasonable to expect me to bury +myself in such a cheerless place when it will do no good." + +Fred was disgusted with the man's selfishness. "If I had a friend +sick," he said, "I think I would be quite willing to keep him company." + +"You say so now, but wait till the time comes." + +"Your words, Mr. Fenton," said Sinclair, "embolden me to ask you a +favor." + +"Name it," said Fred, in a tone of kindly encouragement. + +"I spend all my time alone, except when Claudine is ministering to my +wants. Your time is hardly likely to be very much occupied in this dull +place. Can't you spare me an hour or two at your convenience during the +day?" + +"You have promised to go hunting with me tomorrow," interrupted Bowman. + +"That is true. I will go with you in the forenoon, and in the afternoon +I will call on Mr. Sinclair." + +Bowman shrugged his shoulders. + +"It is a rash promise. You will be sorry for having made it." + +"I will risk that," answered Fred. + +Sinclair gave him a grateful glance. The promise cheered him, and +kindled hopes in his breast. Now he would have a chance of learning, +when alone with Fred, whether he came as a messenger from Mr. +Wainwright. If so, and through his means he could make restitution and +regain his place and lost character, he would still have something to +live for. He execrated his folly in weakly submitting to the guidance +of Paul Bowman, and for having taken that first step in crime, which is +so difficult to retrace. + +"Don't forget your promise," he said earnestly as Fred rose to go. + +"I won't fail you," replied Fred quietly. + +"You're in for it now," remarked Bowman, as they started to walk home. +"You might as well turn sick nurse at once as give up your time to +Sinclair." + +"I might be sick sometime myself," said Fred, "and in that case I +should be sorry to be left alone." + +"Oh, well, suit yourself," said Bowman carelessly. "I'd rather it would +be you than me, for that matter. I shall expect you to go out to the +woods with me in the forenoon." + +"All right!" + +"Well," thought Fred, as he slipped into bed at ten o'clock, "I've made +a beginning. I have formed the acquaintance of both parties to the +robbery. The next step will be more difficult." + + + +CHAPTER XXX. + +A HUNTING EXCURSION. + +Fred did not rise till eight o'clock the next morning. He was fatigued +by his long journey, and slept late. When he descended, he found Bowman +seated at the breakfast-table. + +"I got ahead of you," said Bowman. + +"How long have you been down-stairs?" + +"About ten minutes." + +"Are we likely to have a good day for hunting?" + +"Good enough," answered Bowman, indifferently. "I am not an +enthusiastic sportsman. I only take to it to fill up a part of my time. +It is about the only thing I can do in this dull hole." + +"You might read. I brought two or three novels in my valise, and will +lend yon one if you care for it." + +"I don't care for reading. Stories tire me. I used to read the daily +papers in New York, but can't get hold of any here New York dailies, I +mean. I don't care for Canadian papers unless they contain news from +New York." + +"I have with me the _Tribune, World,_ and _Sun,_ of day before +yesterday." + +"I should like to see them," said Bowman, eagerly. "If you will bring +them down, I will look over them in the woods." + +"All right! I am glad I saved them. I had a mind to throw them away, or +leave them in the car." + +The breakfast was plain, but Fred and Bowman, who were the only guests, +were not difficult to suit. + +Ten minutes later they were on their way to the woods. They went across +the fields, taking a footpath trodden in the snow, which materially +shortened the distance. But even tramping this far tired Bowman, and +when they reached a small rock that cropped out from the expanse of +white, he declared that he must rest awhile. + +He took a seat on the bowlder and began to read one of the papers he +had brought with him. + +Five minutes later he uttered an exclamation of surprise. Fred looked +at him inquiringly. + +"Do you find news of any of your friends?" he asked. + +"Yes, Teddy Donovan has escaped from Sing Sing." + +"That's the bank burglar, isn't it?" + +"Yes, and one of the smartest men in the profession." + +"You know him, then?" + +"Yes," answered Bowman. "I got acquainted with him some years ago. Of +course," he added, feeling some explanation necessary, "I didn't know +that he was a burglar till later. Poor fellow, it is his only fault." + +Fred was privately of opinion that it was rather a serious fault. + +"He's a smart fellow," Bowman continued, "and he led the police a long +chase before they nabbed him. I've often urged him to turn over a new +leaf and lead an honest life or he'd fetch up in prison, but he only +laughed, and that was all the good it did. I wish Teddy would find his +way up here." + +"Do you think he will be able to elude recapture?" + +"Well, he's sharp enough for almost anything." + +"I suppose there are a good many men of his kind in Canada," said Fred +innocently. + +"Yes," replied Bowman, adding in a jocular tone. "I didn't know but +that might have brought you here." + +"Oh, no!" laughed Fred. "I'm as straight and honorable as you are." + +"Good joke!" exclaimed Bowman, slapping his thigh. "Shake!" + +Bowman extended his hand, and Fred shook it, though it was not clear to +him what the joke was or why he should shake hands with his companion +because they both happened to be straight and honorable. + +The hunt was now begun, for Fred caught sight of a jack rabbit skimming +across the snow. He lifted his gun, and was fortunate enough to bring +his game down. This fired Bowman with the spirit of emulation, and +putting the papers back in his pocket, he started off in search of a +companion trophy to that of his young friend. + +He did not find it until the ex-train boy had knocked over two more +"bunnies" and as Fred continued to keep ahead of him in the amount of +game bagged, Mr. Paul Bowman soon became disgusted and proposed a +return to the hotel, where he would have an opportunity to finish his +perusal of the New York papers by the reading-room stove. + +As Fred's nose was being nipped by the frost, and he felt that he had +wrought sufficient destruction among the rabbit tribe, he readily fell +in with the suggestion. + +Half an hour later he was thawing himself out when Bowman suddenly +looked up from the _World_ and asked abruptly: + +"Did you ever hear of John Wainwright, the broker and banker?" + +Fred was on his guard and answered cautiously: + +"Yes, I believe I have heard of him. He has an office on Broadway, +hasn't he?" + +"No, on Wall Street." + +"Did you ever work for him?" + +"No; but an acquaintance of mine did," said Bowman carelessly. "He's +got a pile of money, I expect." + +"Very likely. Most bankers have, haven't they?" + +"I suppose so, but they're not in my line. I used to be a dry goods +clerk." + +"In New York?" + +"No, in Baltimore." + +"I don't know anything about Baltimore." + +If Bowman at any time entertained any suspicions about Fred they were +dissipated by his next remark. + +"I might like to go to Baltimore to work. Would you recommend me to the +firm you used to work for?" + +"I believe they have gone out of business, but you'd better stick to +New York, youngster. There's better chances there than in Baltimore." + +The gong for dinner now sounded, and as their tramp through the snow +had given them both good appetites, they lost no time in answering its +summons. + +When dinner was over Bowman asked: + +"What are you going to do with yourself this afternoon?" + +"I promised to call on your friend in the cottage. Will you go with +me?" + +"Not I. I can fill up my time more agreeably. You will find it awfully +stupid." + +"Very likely; but I like to keep my promises." + +"The landlord's going to ride to Hyacinth, about ten miles away, on +business. He's invited me to ride with him. I wish there were room in +the sleigh for you." + +"I can put that off till another time. I hope you will have a pleasant +ride." + +"It will fill up the time, anyway." + +"Have you any message to your partner?" asked Fred, as he stood ready +to start on his walk. + +"No. Tell him to get well as fast as he can, so that we can get away +from this beastly place. That's all." + +James Sinclair was lying on the bed with a look of weariness on his +face when Fred pushed open the outer door and entered. + +Sinclair's face brightened up. + +"You didn't forget your promise, Mr. Fenton?" lie said. + +"No, I always keep my promises when I can." + +"You are very kind to a poor sick man. You have no idea how long the +hours seem in this quiet cottage with no one to look at or speak to but +Claudine." + +"I can imagine it." + +"And Claudine understands very little English. Most of the people in +St. Victor, as I suppose you know, are French." + +"I judged this from the signs over the shops." + +"Very few English-speaking people find their way here. It is for this +reason that I was somewhat surprised to see you here." + +"I should not have come here," returned Fred pointedly, "if you had not +been here." + +"You came here to see me?" ejaculated Sinclair in excitement. + +"Yes." + +"Then you must come from Mr. Wainwright." + +"Yes, I come from him in response to the letter which he received from +you." + +"Thank God!" said Sinclair, fervently. + + + + +CHAPTER XXXI. + +FRED HAS AN UNDERSTANDING WITH SINCLAIR. + +"Mr. Wainwright showed me the letter you wrote to him," went on Fred. + +"Excuse me," said Sinclair, looking puzzled, "but you seem very young +to be taken into Mr. Wainwright's confidence." + +"I am only seventeen." + +"I don't understand it." + +"Nor do I," answered Fred, smiling, "but Mr. Wainwright is right in +supposing that I will do my best for him." + +"Does he give you full powers in this matter?" + +"Read this letter and you can judge for yourself." + +The sick man eagerly held out his hand, and read carefully the letter +which Fred placed in it. It ran thus: + +JAMES SINCLAIR: The bearer of this letter has full powers to treat with +you. I am glad you realize the wrong you have done me, and am prepared +to consider your case in a generous spirit. The theft is known only to +those who committed it, my young messenger and myself. On the return of +the bonds I will take you back into my employment. + + JOHN WAINWRIGHT. + +Tears came to the eyes of Sinclair. + +"How kind and considerate Mr. Wainwright is!" he said in a tone of +emotion. "Read this letter." + +"You are right, but I would do the same." + +Sinclair extended his hand which Fred shook cordially. + +"I am not as bad as you may suppose. It was Bowman who, by his artful +hints and allurements, induced me to rob my employer. I have never +ceased to repent it." + +"Are you prepared to restore the bonds? That will set you right." + +"When I wrote the letter I was prepared, but now I must depend on you +to find them." + +"You don't know where they are?" asked Fred in dismay. + +"No. You see that trunk at the other end of the room?" + +"Yes." + +"They were there until three days ago. Then Bowman, who kept the key, +opened the trunk in my presence, and took out the package of bonds, +locking the trunk after him." + +"'What are you doing?' I asked. + +"'Going to put these bonds into a place of security,' he answered. + +"'Are they not safe in the trunk?' I asked. + +"'No;' he replied, 'suppose, during my absence, a thief should enter +the house? You are confined to the bed by rheumatism. What resistance +could you make?' + +"'But that is very improbable,' I persisted. + +"'I don't know about that. This is a lonely cottage, and might be +entered at any time,' he rejoined. + +"'Where are you going to put the bonds?' I asked uneasily, + +"He evaded a reply, but promised to tell me when I recovered my health. +I protested, for we were jointly concerned in the robbery, and half the +proceeds belonged to me. At any rate, I had as much title to them as +he. But the contest was not an equal one. Had I been a well man I would +have forcibly prevented his carrying out his purpose, but what could I +do, racked with pain as I was, and unable to sit up in bed? I was worse +off then than I am now." + +"So he carried off the bonds?" + +"Yes, and I don't know where he carried them. You see, that complicates +matters." + +"I do see," answered Fred, perplexed, "and I don't see the way out of +the difficulty. Have you any idea where he can have concealed the +securities?" + +"No." + +"Do you think he would keep them in his room at the hotel? It is just +across the hall from mine, on the second floor." + +"No, I don't. A hotel room would be a much less secure place than this +cottage, and Bowman is a shrewd man." + +"That is true." + +"He has probably found some outside place of concealment. Where, of +course, I can give you no hint. But I would advise you to follow him, +watch his movements, and learn what you can. He will be sure to visit +the place where the bonds are hidden from time to time, if only to make +sure that they are still safe." + +"Then I shall have to do some detective work?" + +"Precisely." + +"I have read a good many detective stories, but I don't know that any +of them will help me in this matter. There is one thing I am afraid +of." + +"What is that?" + +"You say Bowman is a shrewd man. He will be likely to find out that I +am following him and become suspicions." + +"He would if you were a man, but as you are a boy he won't be likely to +think that you are interested in the matter." + +"Mr. Wainwright was of opinion that I should be less likely to excite +suspicion than a grown man." + +"The old man is smarter than I gave him credit for." + +"I see no other way than to follow your directions. Are you in much +pain to-day?" + +"No, less than for some time. I think it is my mental trouble that +aggravates my physical malady. Now that you are here, and something is +to be done to right the wrong I have committed. I am sure I shall +rapidly recover. Were you with Bowman this morning?" + +"Yes, we went out in the woods together. I had a few New York papers +which he read with interest." + +"Have you them with you?" asked Sinclair eagerly. "You don't know how I +hunger for home news." + +"Yes, I brought them along, as I thought you might like to read them." + +"I will read them after you are gone. Now we will converse." + +"Have you a family?" asked Fred. + +"I am not a married man but I have a mother," answered Sinclair, his +eyes filling. + +"Does she know----" + +"Of my disgrace? No, I was obliged to tell a falsehood and represent +that I was going to Canada on business. I have been in constant dread +that my crime would get into the papers and she would hear it. Poor +mother! I believe that it would kill her!" + +"You didn't think of that when you took the bonds?" + +"I thought of nothing. Bowman gave me no time to think. What I did was +done on the impulse of the moment without consideration. Oh, if I had +only stopped to think!" he concluded with a sigh. + +For Fred it was a great moral lesson. He was honest by nature, but +there is no one who cannot be strengthened against temptation. The sum +taken by Sinclair was large, but it had not made him happy. Probably he +had never been more miserable than in the interval that had elapsed +since his theft. Judging between him and Bowman. Fred felt sure that it +was Sinclair who had been weak, and Bowman who had been wicked. Now his +only hope was to recover his lost position, to get back to where he +stood when he yielded to temptation and robbed a kind and considerate +employer. + +"Where is Bowman this afternoon?" asked Sinclair. + +"He told me he was going to ride to Hyacinth with the landlord. He +seems to find time hanging heavy on his hands." + +"He is much better off than I am. It is bad enough to be sick but when +to this is added a burden of remorse, you can imagine that my position +is not enviable." + +At five o'clock Fred rose from his chair and took his hat. + +"I must be going," he said. "We have supper at the hotel at six, and I +may as well be punctual." + +"Will you call again?" asked Sinclair, eagerly. + +"Yes, but perhaps I had better not spend too much time with you. It may +give rise to suspicions on the part of your partner." + +"Don't call him my partner! I don't want to admit any connection +between us. There has been a connection, it is true, but as soon as I +can bring it about it will be closed, and then I hope never to see or +hear of Paul Bowman as long as I live." + +"I shall get to work to-morrow," said Fred. "I think it will be best +for me not to call here till the day after. We must not appear to be +too intimate." + +When Fred returned to the hotel he found Bowman just arrived. + +"Where have you been all the afternoon?" asked Bowman. + +"Part of the time I spent with your friend, Mr. Sinclair." + +"What did he find to talk about?" asked Bowman, eying Fred sharply. + +"Chiefly about New York and his health. He doesn't seem contented +here." + +"No wonder. It's the dullest hole I was ever in. Is he any better?" + +"He thinks so." + +"I wish he'd get well quick. I want to go to some larger place." + +"I suppose Montreal is a more interesting town." + +"Yes, there is something going on there. We were fools to leave it." + +After supper Fred played a few games of billiards with Bowman. +Evidently he was not suspected as yet. + + + + +CHAPTER XXXII. + +FINDING A CLEW. + +The object which Fred had in view now, was to ascertain where Bowman +had hidden the securities taken from the trunk in Sinclair's cottage. +Precisely how to set about it he did not know. He had never had any +experience in detective work, and had only his native shrewdness to +depend upon. + +It occurred to him, however, that Bowman would be likely from time to +time to visit the place where he had secreted the bonds in order to +make sure that they were safe. This he was hardly likely to do when in +Fred's company, but only when alone. When, therefore, he should see +Bowman starting off on a solitary expedition he decided if possible to +follow him. + +"Do you feel like going out on the river this morning?" asked Bowman, +as they rose from breakfast. + +"I don't mind. It will help to fill up the time." + +For many years such an open winter had not been known. The unusual +warmth had left the lake as free from ice as in the early fall. But for +a slight covering of snow there would have been nothing to indicate +that it was winter. + +"Your vacation is likely to be a slow one here," suggested Bowman. + +"Yes; St. Victor isn't a very lively place." + +"I wonder you are willing to stay here," said Bowman, with momentary +suspicion. + +"I have so much excitement in New York and in my daily rides on the +Erie road, that I don't mind the dulness as much as many would. Still +if you and Mr. Sinclair were not here, I should cut short my visit at +once." + +Bowman did not understand the hidden meaning of this speech, and +naturally interpreted it in a sense complimentary to himself. + +"Sinclair isn't much company," he said. "He is down in the dumps on +account of his rheumatism. I suppose he thinks I ought to stay in the +cottage with him, but I couldn't stand it." + +"I suppose you are in business together," observed Fred, innocently. + +"Did he say so?" + +"Not exactly, but I inferred from what he did say that you had some +business connection." + +"Yes," answered Bowman, hesitatingly. "We have a joint investment. I +don't think, however, that we shall remain connected long. He doesn't +suit me. He is too slow and cautious." + +Fred did not think it necessary to comment on this statement. + +They went down to the lake, and were soon rowing to the middle of it. +Here they tried fishing, but did not meet with much success. They gave +it up and rowed across to the opposite side. + +"Will you take charge of the boat for half an hour?" asked Bowman, +turning to Fred. "I am going on shore." + +"Certainly, if you wish it." + +"I have a fancy for exploring these woods. I would invite you to go +with me, but the boat might be taken, and that would subject us to some +inconvenience." + +"I would just as soon stay here," said Fred carelessly. + +"Then it's all right." + +Fred watched Bowman as he made his way in among the trees, and it +struck him at once that ha had secreted the bonds somewhere in the +neighborhood and was about to visit the hiding-place. + +"If I could only leave the boat and follow him," he said to himself +eagerly. But he decided at once that this would never do. It would +inevitably excite Bowman's suspicion, and then his chance of success +would be wholly gone. He must be cautious at all hazards. + +He did not return to the middle of the lake, but rowed lazily along the +shore, from time to time directing a glance toward the woods. + +"To-morrow I will make an excuse for not going with Bowman, and will +come out here and do a little exploring myself," he resolved. + +At one point his attention was drawn to a boy who was sitting under a +tree near the edge of the water. + +"May I get into your boat?" he asked. + +"For a short time. A gentleman is with me who has gone on shore for a +little while." + +"I know. I've seen him here often." + +"Have you?" asked Fred with interest. "So he comes here a good deal, +does he?" + +"Yes, he comes here mostly alone, and goes into the woods. Once me and +another boy got into the boat and rowed while he was gone." + +"I suppose he enjoys walking in the woods." + +"It ain't that," said the boy significantly. + +"What is it, then?" asked Fred, trying to repress his excitement. + +"I think he's got business in the woods." + +"What business can he have there?" + +"I think he's got something hidden there." + +"What makes you think so?" + +"You won't tell him what I say, will you?" + +"I saw him when he first came here. He had a bundle done up in paper. +He left the boat and went into the woods, and when he came back he +didn't have the paper." + +"He may have had it in his pocket." + +"No, he didn't. It was a big package, and if it had been in his pocket +it would have made it bulge out." + +"I see you are quite an observing boy. I dare say you are right. What +do you think there was in the package?" + +"I guess it was money. If I had a lot of money I wouldn't hide it in +the woods." + +"Nor I," answered Fred, laughing. + +"I'd buy a trunk and keep it inside." + +"Somebody might open the trunk." + +"Any way it would be safer than hiding it in the woods." + +"I don't know but you are right. I hope the time will come when you and +I will have a lot of money to conceal." + +"Is the man a friend of yours?" asked the boy. + +"We are boarding at the same hotel. I have only known Mr. Bowman two +days." + +"Is he from the States?" + +"Yes. I believe he came from New York." + +"Where do you come from?" + +"I live in New York too." + +"I'd like to see New York. I'd go there if my father would let me." + +"I am not sure but you are better off here. Some boys have a hard time +making a living in New York." + +"I thought everybody in New York was rich." + +"If you ever come to New York you'll find out your mistake," rejoined +Fred, laughing. + +"If you ain't a friend of Mr. Bowman, as you call him," said the boy, +lowering his vice, "I'll tell you something." + +"I wish you would. Mr. Bowman is not a friend of mine, but there is no +one else to keep company with, so I go round with him." + +"I know where he has hidden his money." + +"Is this true?" asked Fred in excitement. + +"Yes." + +"But how did you find out?" + +"One day I followed him. I dodged behind trees and kept out of sight. +Once he came near seeing me when he looked back, but I was just in +time. By and by he came to the place." + +"What sort of a place?" + +"Did I say I would tell you?" asked the boy shrewdly. + +"No, but I will make it worth your while." + +The boy eyed Fred with suspicion, and his manner became cold. + +"Do you want to rob him?" he asked. + +"No." + +"Then why do you want to know where he has hid his money?" + +Fred deliberated hurriedly. There was no way except to take the boy +into his confidence. + +"I see you are an honest boy," he said, "and I like you better for it." + +"That's all right, but why do you want me to tell you where Mr. Bowman +has hidden his money?" + +"Can you keep a secret?" + +"Is there a secret?" + +"Yes; the package which this man has hidden contains bonds which he +stole from a New York banker." + +"How do you know that?" + +"Because I am sent to get them back, if possible. That is why I have +come to St. Victor, and that is why I have formed the acquaintance of +Mr. Bowman." + +"Is this true?" asked the boy, not wholly without suspicion. + +"Listen and I will tell you the story. I must be quick, for Mr. Bowman +may be back any minute." + +"There he is now." + +"Meet me to-morrow at ten in the morning just back of the place where +you were sitting when I took you on board the boat, and I will tell you +all. In the name of Mr. Wainwright I will agree to pay you a hundred +dollars, if by your help I recover the bonds." + +"It's a bargain!" said the boy, his eyes sparkling. + + + + +CHAPTER XXXIII. + +SUCCESS! + +"Who is that boy?" asked Bowman carelessly, as he re-entered the boat. + +"I don't know. He asked me to take him for a little row, and I was glad +to have him for company." + +"I have been taking a stroll through the woods. In fact, I was brought +up in the woods," said Bowman with a laugh. + +Fred understood that he was trying to give a plausible explanation of +his absence. + +"I like the woods myself," he rejoined. "Do they extend far?" + +"Not very far. I enjoyed my stroll in among the trees, even barren as +they are now of leaves, very much. It brought back to my mind my +schoolboy days." + +Bowman seemed in quite good spirits. Evidently he had found that his +secret hiding-place had not been discovered. + +"How much longer are you going to stay in St. Victor?" he asked after a +pause. + +"I don't know," answered Fred slowly. "I may take a fancy to go away +any day." + +"I wish I could go too. I am tired of this place." + +"I suppose you are waiting for Mr. Sinclair to recover." + +"Yes," answered Bowman, but there was hesitation in his tone. + +A sudden suspicion entered Fred's mind. Was Bowman meditating giving +his confederate the slip, and deserting him, taking the bonds with him? +Had he perhaps taken the package from its hiding-place and got it +concealed about his person? A careful scrutiny satisfied Fred that this +was not the case. But it was quite possible that he would make another +visit the next day, and remove the bonds then. + +"I must lose no time," he thought, "or I shall lose my opportunity." + +They reached the hotel in time for dinner. + +"What are you going to do this afternoon?" asked Bowman. + +"I haven't thought particularly," answered Fred indifferently. + +"Suppose we play poker? The landlord has a pack of cards." + +"I don't know the game." + +"It won't take long to learn. I will show you how it is played." + +"I don't care for cards. I may call on Mr. Sinclair." + +Bowman shrugged his shoulders. + +"You must enjoy his society," he said. + +"I don't go there for enjoyment. My visit may cheer the poor man." + +"All right! I'll see if the landlord isn't going to drive somewhere." + +"I hope he is," thought Fred. "It will get Bowman out of the way." + +About half-past two Bowman entered the public room where Fred was +reading. + +"I'm going for a drive," he announced. "I'll see you at supper." + +"Very well!" + +Fred waited till Bowman drove out of the yard, and then, taking his +gun, went off himself. But he did not turn his steps in the direction +of Sinclair's cottage. He had ascertained that there was a way of going +by land to that part of the woods where he had met his young companion +of the morning. He had made up his mind to repair to the spot now on +the chance of finding the boy, and securing the bonds that very +afternoon. He felt that there was no time to be lost. + +It would have been easier and shorter to take the boat, and the +landlord would have made no objection. But some one might see him out +on the lake, and this would excite Bowman's suspicions, especially when +he discovered that the bonds were missing. So Fred chose the land route +as the wiser one to take under the circumstances. + +The distance was quite two miles, but Fred did not mind that. The prize +for which he was striving was too great for him to shrink from such a +trifle as that. + +He reached the other side of the pond, but no one was in sight. He +walked about anxiously looking here and there. + +"I hope I shall not have my walk for nothing," he said to himself. + +But luck was in his favor. Walking at random he all at once heard a +boy's whistle. He quickened his steps, and almost directly, to his +great delight, he recognized, sauntering along, the very lad he had +taken out in the boat in the morning. + +"Hallo, there!" he cried. + +The boy turned quickly. + +"Oh, it's you, is it?" + +"Yes." + +"I thought you were to meet me to-morrow morning." + +"So I was, but I did not dare to wait. I think Bowman will get the +bonds to-morrow, and make a bolt of it." + +"Then what do you propose to do?" + +"I want you to get the package for me to-day." + +"Do you think I will get into any trouble?" asked the boy cautiously. +"It won't be stealing, will it?" + +"It would be if the bonds were Bowman's, but they are not. They belong +to a rich banker in New York, as I have already told you, and in +showing me where they are you are aiding justice." + +"Will I get the hundred dollars, sure?" + +"Yes, I will guarantee that. What is your name?" + +"John Parton." + +"I will take it down. As soon as I get back to New York I will see that +the money is sent you." + +"I'll chance it," said the boy. "You look honest, and I believe you." + +"Go on, then, and I will follow you." + +John led the way into the thickest part of the wood. He paused in front +of a large tree, partly gone to decay. The trunk was hollow, containing +a large cavity. + +"The package is there," he said. + +"Get it for me," returned Fred, "and there your task will end. I will +undertake the rest." + +In less than five minutes the package was placed in Fred's hands. + +He opened his vest and placed it inside, carefully pinning it to the +waistcoat, so that it might not slip down. + +"It will be awkward to carry," he said, "on account of its size. I wish +it were safe in Mr. Wainwright's possession." + +Then a new idea came to him. + +"Is there any express office near here?" he asked. + +"The nearest is at Hyacinth, five or six miles away." + +"I should like to go there. Do you know where I can hire a team?" + +"We are not using ours to-day," said John. + +"Then," said Fred promptly, "I will hire it, paying any price your +father considers satisfactory, and I will engage you to drive me over. +You know the way?" + +"I've been there hundreds of times." + +"Then it is all right. Do you think we can have the team? I'll pay two +dollars for that, and a dollar for your services as driver." + +"It's a go! Come right along! Our house is less than half a mile away." + +Then the two boys emerged from the woods, and made their way to a +comfortable farmhouse, situated in the midst of fertile fields. John +went into the house, and presently came out with his mother. + +"Are you the young man that wants to go to Hyacinth?" she asked. + +"Yes, ma'am." + +"Well, I don't know of any objection. Don't stay too long." + +"I'll be back in time for supper, mother." + +"Did your mother ask you what I was going for?" asked Fred. + +"No; I told her you wanted to take a ride." + +"That will answer. I wish there was enough snow left for sleighing." + +The horse was quickly harnessed to an open buggy, and the two boys got +in. John took the reins, and turned out of the yard. Soon they were +speeding over the road that led to Hyacinth. It was a pleasant drive, +but Fred was too much occupied by thoughts of what he carried to pay +much attention to the scenery. + +At length they turned into the principal street of Hyacinth. + +The express office was just across the way from the railway depot. + +Fred entered and inquired, "How soon will a package start for New +York?" + +"In about an hour." + +"As it is valuable, I will get you to put it up securely, and seal it." + +"Very well." + +The agent wrapped it up in some thick brown paper, gave it to Fred to +direct, and then laid it carefully away. + +"Do you wish to insure it?" he asked. "What is the value?" + +"I will insure it for five hundred dollars." + +Fred knew that this would secure extra care, and he did not care to +name the real worth lest it might tempt some employee to dishonesty. + +"Now," he said, as they left the office, "I feel easy in my mind." + +But when the boys were half way home, they overtook another buggy, +containing two occupants. One of them was the landlord of the Lion Inn, +the other was Paul Bowman. + + + + +CHAPTER XXXIV. + +BOWMAN'S PANIC. + +Paul Bowman, who was driving, the landlord having given up the reins to +him, checked the horse and hailed Fred in evident surprise. + +"Where have you been?" he inquired abruptly. + +"I have been to ride," answered Fred, with an appearance of unconcern. + +"I thought you were going to call on Sinclair." + +"So I was, but after you left I decided to take a walk in another +direction. I met John, and engaged him to take me to drive." + +"Are you going home now?" + +"Yes, I think so. Can you take me to the hotel, John?" + +"Yes," answered his companion readily. + +"Then we will follow along behind Mr. Bowman." + +Of course there could be no private conversation, so John and he spoke +on indifferent topics. When they reached the hotel Fred jumped from the +buggy. + +"Good-by, John," he said. "You will hear from me soon," he added in a +significant tone. + +Then he joined Bowman, who was wholly unsuspicious of the disaster that +had befallen him. + +"I should like to go over to Sinclair's," thought Fred, "but I suppose +Bowman will expect me to keep him company." + +But in this he was agreeably disappointed. + +At seven o'clock the landlord drove round, and Bowman sprang into the +buggy. + +"Sorry to leave you, Fred," he said, "but we are going to Vaudry on a +little business. Hope you won't be lonely." + +"Never mind me, Mr. Bowman. I think I will go over to see Mr. Sinclair. +He will probably expect me. Have you any message?" + +Bowman looked significantly at the landlord. + +"Tell him I will call to-morrow or next day," he said. "At present I am +very busy." + +The two drove away, leaving Fred and a stable boy named Jack looking +after them. + +"He's going to skip to-morrow," said Jack confidentially. + +"Who?" + +"Mr. Bowman." + +"How do you know?" asked Fred in excitement. + +"I heard him say so to the boss. He doesn't want you to know it." + +"Why not?" + +"He is afraid you will tell his partner, the sick man." + +Fred whistled. + +"That is news," he said. "I suspected it might be so, but didn't know +for sure." + +"Shall you tell Mr. Sinclair?" + +"Yes, I think I ought to do so." + +"That's so! He's a nicer man than old Bowman." + +Fred, immersed in thought, walked over to the cottage. James Sinclair +received him with evident joy. + +"I expected you this afternoon," he said. "The hours seemed very long." + +"I was employed on very important business," said Fred significantly. + +"You don't mean----" + +"I mean," said Fred, bending over and whispering in the sick man's ear, +"that I have found the bonds." + +"Where are they?" + +"On the way to New York, by express." + +"What a burden off my heart!" ejaculated Sinclair fervently. "Tell me +about it," he added, after a pause. + +Fred did so. + +"Now," he added, "there will be nothing to prevent your coming to New +York and taking your old place." + +"I think I shall recover now," responded Sinclair. "Your news makes me +feel fifty per cent. better." + +"I have more news for you." + +"What is it?" + +"Bowman is planning to leave St. Victor to-morrow, without a word to +you. He means to leave you in the lurch." + +"He can go now. I shall be glad to part with him--and forever." + +"That is his intention, but when he finds the bonds have disappeared, I +don't know what he may decide to do." + +"When do you mean to start for New York?" + +"I would start to-night if I could." + +"You can. There is a train which passes through St. Victor at ten +o'clock this evening. But, no, on second thought it goes to Ottawa." + +"I don't care where it goes. I don't wish to remain in St. Victor any +longer than is absolutely necessary. Besides, if Bowman suspects and +follows me he will be likely to think I have gone in a different +direction." + +"I am sorry to have you go, Mr. Fenton." + +"We shall meet again soon, I hope in New York." + +Fred reached the inn at nine o'clock, left the amount of his bill in an +envelope with the boy Jack, and walked over to the station, where he +purchased a ticket for Ottawa. While he was in the depot building +Bowman and the landlord drove by. Before they had reached the inn the +train came up and Fred entered the rear car. + +He breathed a sigh of relief as the cars quickened their speed and St. +Victor faded in the distance. + +Meanwhile Bowman and the landlord reached the hotel. Jack, the +stable-boy, came forward and took charge of the team. + +"Here is a letter for you, Mr. Bluff," he said. + +"A letter!" repeated the landlord, with a look of wonder. He opened it +and uttered a cry of surprise. + +"The boy's gone!" he ejaculated. + +"What boy?" asked Bowman, not suspecting the truth. + +"Young Fenton." + +"Gone away! What do you mean?" + +"Read that." + +He passed the note to Bowman, who read as follows: + +DEAR SIR:--I am called away on business. I enclose the amount due you. +If it is not right I will communicate with you as soon as I have +reached New York. Remember me to Mr. Bowman. + + FRED FENTON. + +"Called away on business!" repeated Bowman suspiciously. "That is +queer. What did the boy say?" he asked of Jack. "When did he first +speak of going away?" + +"I think he made up his mind sudden, sir." + +"Did he say where he was going?" + +"He said he was goin' back to New York." + +"Received a summons from his employer, I suppose." + +"Very likely, sir." + +"Do you know if he went to see Mr. Sinclair?" + +"Yes, sir. He went fust part of the evenin'." + +"Then Sinclair can tell me about it." + +"Very likely, sir." + +Not daring to take Jack too deeply into his confidence, Fred had told +him that he was going to New York, which was true, or would be very +shortly. + +"If he had waited till to-morrow we might have gone together," thought +Bowman, "at least a part of the way. It will be some time before I +shall dare to set foot in New York." + +Bowman went to bed with a vague feeling of uneasiness for which he +could not account. He felt that it would be impossible for him to +remain in the dull little village any longer. Should he, or should he +not, go to see Sinclair before he went away? On the whole he resolved +to secure the bonds first, and then decide. + +The next day after breakfast he strolled down to the lake, got out the +boat, and rowed rapidly toward the farther shore. There was no time to +waste now. He tied the boat to a sapling growing close to the bank, and +struck into the woods. + +He made his way at once to the tree which he had used as a safe deposit +vault, and with perfect confidence thrust in his hand. But the package +which his fingers sought for seemed to have slipped out of reach. He +continued his search anxiously, with increasing alarm, but in vain. + +A terrible fear assailed him. He peered in through the cavity, but +neither sight nor touch availed. Gradually the terrible thought was +confirmed--the parcel had been stolen! Thirteen thousand five hundred +dollars, nearly the entire proceeds of his crime, had vanished--but +where? + +He staggered to a stump close by, and sitting down, buried his face in +his hands. What was he to do? He had but twenty-five dollars left. + +"Who can have taken it?" he asked himself with feverish agitation. + +He rose and made his way mechanically back to the boat. + +An hour later he staggered into the little cottage occupied by his sick +partner. His hair was disheveled, his manner wild. + +"What is the matter, Bowman?" asked Sinclair. + +"We are ruined!" said Bowman in a hollow voice. "The bonds are gone!" + +"When did you miss them?" asked Sinclair quickly. + +"To-day. They were safe yesterday. Do you think it was the boy?" + +"What could he know of the bonds? Did you ever speak to him about +them?" + +"Of course not. What shall I do?" + +"Inquire whether any one has been seen near the place where you hid +them. Do your best to recover them." + +This advice struck Bowman favorably. He devoted the remainder of the +day to the inquiry, but learned nothing. There was no further occasion +to remain in St. Victor. He left the inn in the evening, forgetting to +pay his reckoning. + + + + +CHAPTER XXXV. + +FRED'S REWARD. + +John Wainwright, the wealthy banker, sat in his office looking over the +letters that had come by the morning mail. Some of them he turned over +to his confidential clerk to answer. Others, more important, he +reserved to reply to with his own hand. + +"Busy, Wainwright?" asked a gentleman, Arthur Henderson, entering +without ceremony. + +"I always have something in hand, but I have time enough for an old +friend." + +"By the way, have you heard anything of the bonds you lost some time +since?" + +"I know where they are." + +"You do?" + +"Yes, they are in Canada." + +Henderson laughed. + +"That means that you will never get them back." + +"I don't know. I have sent a messenger to recover them." + +"Who is it?" + +"My office boy." + +Henderson stared. + +"I suppose that is a joke." + +"By no means." + +"What is the age of your office boy?" + +"I should judge from his appearance that he is sixteen." + +"Do you mean to say that you have intrusted a boy of sixteen with so +important a commission?" + +"I do." + +"Really, Wainwright, I don't like to criticise, but it appears to me +that you have taken leave of your senses." + +The banker laughed good-humoredly. + +"Perhaps I ought not to be surprised at that." + +"Then you acknowledge your lack of wisdom?" + +"By no means. What I have done I would do again." + +"Couldn't you find a more suitable messenger?" + +"Not readily." + +"It would have been worth while to go yourself, as the amount is +considerable." + +"That would never have answered. I should be recognized, and excite +suspicion." + +"Do you really expect that boy to recover the bonds?" + +"I think it possible, at any rate." + +"Suppose he does, what is to hinder his keeping them himself?" + +"His honesty." + +"Pardon me, Wainwright, but I have had a pretty extensive experience, +and I would be willing to wager ten to one that you will never see your +bonds again." + +"I never bet, and hold that betting is no argument. But I too have had +some experience of men and consider my chance of recovering the stolen +property fairly good." + +"How long since your messenger started on his expedition?" + +"About two weeks." + +"Have you heard from him?" + +"Yes, once. There are reasons why it is imprudent for him to write too +often." + +Henderson smiled significantly. + +"I dare say he is having a good time at your expense. What was the +amount of your loss?" + +"About fifteen thousand dollars." + +"Since you won't bet, I will make you a proposal. If the boy recovers +your bonds and restores them to you I will offer him a place in my own +counting-room at twenty dollars a week." + +"I don't think in that case I should be willing to lose his services. I +would pay him as much as he could get elsewhere." + +"There is very little chance of my being called upon to redeem my +promise." + +At that moment an express messenger entered the office. + +"Here is a parcel for you, sir," he said. + +It was a small package wrapped in brown paper, carefully tied and +sealed. + +John Wainwright paid the express charges, receipted for the package, +and then eagerly opened it. + +It was the same package which Fred had expressed from Hyacinth. + +The banker's eyes were full of triumph. + +"What do you say to that, my friend?" he asked. + +"What is it?" + +"The missing bonds. Nothing could have happened more apropos." + +"You don't mean to say--" + +"Listen. Let me read you this letter from the messenger you thought me +foolish in sending to Canada." + +Here is a copy of Fred's letter. + +JOHN WAINWRIGHT, ESQ. + +MY DEAR SIR: I have at length recovered the bonds which were stolen +from you, and send them by express herewith. I have not time to go into +details, but will only say that I found them in a hollow tree. I +secured them in the nick of time, for I have reason to think that +to-morrow they would have been removed by Bowman, who has got tired of +St. Victor, and will probably leave the neighborhood to-morrow. I do not +dare to keep the bonds in my possession, as I may be followed, but +consider it safer to express them to you at once. I shall go back to +New York by a roundabout way, but shall probably arrive very nearly as +soon as the package. + + Yours respectfully, + + FRED FENTON. + +P. S. The money and U. S. bonds have been used, but you will find +$13,500 in other securities in this package. They would have been spent +too, but the holder found it impossible to negotiate them. + +"There, Henderson, what do you think of that?" asked Mr. Wainwright, in +a quiet tone of triumph. "I was a fool, was I, to trust this boy?" + +"I don't know what to say, but my offer holds good. If you will release +the boy I will take him into my employment at twenty dollars a week." + +"I will give him as much as he can get elsewhere," repeated the banker. + +There was a quick step heard outside, and Fred Fenton entered the +office. + +"Good morning, Mr. Wainwright," he said. "Did you receive the package?" + +"It just reached me, Fred. Shake hands, my boy. You have justified my +confidence in you." + +"I did my best, sir." + +"Tell me all about it. My curiosity is excited." + +Fred gave a rapid account of his adventures in search of the missing +bonds. It was listened to with equal interest by the banker and his +friend. + +"Wainwright, introduce me," said Henderson abruptly. + +"Fred," said the banker smiling, "let me make you acquainted with my +friend, Arthur Henderson. He is a commission merchant. He may have a +proposal to make to you." + +"Young man, if you will enter my employment I will pay you twenty +dollars a week," said merchant. + +Fred looked amazed. + +"That is a great deal more than I am worth," said. + +"Then you accept?" + +Fred looked wistfully at Mr. Wainwright. + +"I should not like to leave Mr. Wainwright," he said. + +"Especially as he has raised your pay to twenty-five dollars a week," +said the banker smiling. + +"You can't be in earnest, sir?" + +"When you get your first week's salary on Saturday, you will see that I +am in earnest." + +"I see, then, that I must do without you," said the merchant. +"Wainwright, I take back all I said. I advise you to keep Fred by all +means as long as he will stay with you." + +The banker had opened his check book and was writing out a check. He +tore it from the book and handed it to Fred. It ran thus: + + +No. 10,531 + + PARK NATIONAL BANK. + Pay to the order of FRED FENTON + ONE THOUSAND DOLLARS. + +$1000. + + JOHN WAINWRIGHT. + + +"Is this for me?" asked Fred in amazement. + +"Yes. I ought perhaps to make it more, for it is less than ten per +cent. of the value of the bonds." + +"How can I thank you, sir?" ejaculated Fred, feeling uncertain whether +he was awake or dreaming. "I feel like a millionaire." + +"Have you been home yet, Fred?" + +"No, sir; I came here at once." + +"Go home, then, and spend the rest of the day with your mother. Do you +want to cash the check this morning?" + +"No, sir." + +"Indorse it, then, and I will hand you the money in bills to-morrow." + +Fred, his face radiant with joy, left the office, and going to the +nearest station on the Sixth Avenue Elevated Road bought a ticket and +rode up town. + +There a surprise awaited him. + + + + +CHAPTER XXXVI. + +A LETTER FROM TOM SLOAN. + +When Fred presented himself at home, after a fortnight's absence, his +mother and little brother were overjoyed. + +"It's been awfully lonely since you went away, Fred," said Albert. + +"I have felt like Albert," said Mrs. Fenton. "But it was not that that +worried me most. I was afraid you might meet with some accident." + +"I've come home safe and sound, mother, as you see. But you don't ask +me whether I succeeded in my mission." + +"I don't know what your mission was." + +"No; it was a secret of Mr. Wainwright's, and I was bound to keep it +secret. I can tell you now. I was sent to Canada to recover over ten +thousand dollars' worth of stolen bonds." + +Mrs. Fenton looked amazed. + +"A boy like you!" she said. + +"I don't wonder you are surprised. I was surprised myself." + +"But who had the bonds, and how did you recover them?" + +"Two men were in the conspiracy. One of them was sorry for the theft, +and ready to help me. The other meant to keep them. He had taken them +away from his partner and hidden them in the forest." + +"And you found them?" + +"Yes; sit down and I will tell you the story." + +Fred did so, and when it was finished he added: "How much do you think +Mr. Wainwright paid me for my trouble?" + +"He ought to pay you handsomely." + +"What would you consider paying me handsomely?" + +"Fifty dollars," answered his mother. + +"He gave me a thousand dollars!" + +"A thousand!" ejaculated Mrs. Fenton, incredulous. + +"Yes." + +"Where's the money?" asked Albert. + +"He gave it to me in a check. I shall collect it to-morrow, and invest +it in some safe way." + +"I can't realize it, Fred," said Mrs. Fenton. "Why, it will make us +rich." + +"But that isn't all. My salary is raised to twenty-five dollars a +week." + +"I never heard of such wages being given to a boy like you." + +"It was my second offer this morning. A merchant, a friend of Mr. +Wainwright, offered me twenty dollars to go into his office." + +"That is better than being a train boy, Fred." + +"Yes; but I was glad to work on the trains when I had nothing better to +do." + +Just then the peculiar whistle of the postman was heard. + +"Run down-stairs, Albert, and see if there are any letters for us," +said Fred. + +The little boy returned in a moment with an envelope directed to Fred +Fenton, and postmarked Central City, Colorado. He opened it hastily, +and exclaimed: "This is from Mr. Sloan, who visited us a few months +since." + +"Read it, Fred." + +The letter was written in rather an illegible hand, and the spelling +was rather eccentric, for Mr. Sloan was not a scholar. As corrected it +ran thus: + +FRIEND FRED--I suppose you haven't forgotten your old friend Tom Sloan. +I have often thought of how I enjoyed myself at your home, and wished I +could call in and take a cup of tea with you and your mother. + +About that land you asked me to see, I've got good news for you. +There's a town built around it, and the price has gone up to fancy +figures. There's a party here that wants to buy it for five thousand +dollars, but I think I can get a little more. If your mother will send +me a power of attorney, I will sell it, and send you on the money. I'll +do my best for you. No wonder that old skinflint, your uncle, wanted to +buy it. He'd have made a big thing out of it. He was a fool not to take +it at your own figures. + +I hope you are all well, and I shouldn't wonder if I might see you +pretty soon. I've been lucky myself, and made a respectable pile. Old +Tom Sloan doesn't get left if he can help it. + +Well, good-by. Send on the power of attorney by return of mail. + +Yours till death, + +TOM SLOAN. + +"Five thousand dollars!" ejaculated Mrs. Fenton. "I can't believe it." + +"You will, mother, when you get the money. There's no time to be lost. +I'll go out at once and get the power of attorney, and we'll write at +once, telling Mr. Sloan to do whatever he thinks best. Do you agree to +that, mother?" + +"Yes, Fred. He is a good man and I trust him entirely." + + + + +CHAPTER XXXVII. + +COUSIN FERGUSON. + +In a fortnight Fred received from Colorado an order on a New York +banker for six thousand five hundred dollars, being the purchase money +on the Colorado lands. + +He at once carried it to Mr. Wainwright, and invested it in securities +recommended by that gentleman. + +"I congratulate you heartily, Fred," said the banker. "I didn't know +that I was taking into my employ a young man of fortune." + +"It has come upon me so suddenly that I can't realize it myself." + +"I consider you worthy of your good luck, my boy. You ought to save up +money out of your wages." + +"I intend to sir, but I am going to give my mother a better home now +that I can afford it, and will see that my little brother has a better +education than I have had." + +"It is not too late to supply the deficiency in your own case. You +cannot do better than join the evening classes of the Young Men's +Christian Association, and do what you can to improve yourself." + +"I will follow your advice, Mr. Wainwright. Now that I am no longer +anxious about money matters, I want to qualify myself for a better +social position." + +Only two days after the receipt of the money from Colorado, another +letter, as unexpected as Mr. Sloan's, reached Mrs. Fenton. The +substance of it was comprised in the closing paragraph "Send your son +round to my house this evening I am prepared to make you a better offer +for the Colorado laud. It's of little value, but some day may be worth +more than at present. As you are straitened in means I can better +afford to wait than you, and I shall feel satisfaction in relieving +your necessities." + +Fred read this letter attentively. "I hate a hypocrite," he said. "Mr. +Ferguson pretends that he wants to help us, while he is scheming to +cheat us out of a large sum, relying upon our ignorance of the +increased value of the land." + +"Shall I write and tell him that we have sold the land?" asked Mrs. +Fenton. + +"No, I will call and see him this evening, as he requests." + +"But it will do no good." + +"I want to find out how much he is willing to give. I shan't let him +know that the land is sold till he has made an offer." + +"Don't say anything to provoke Cousin Ferguson, Fred." + +"Don't worry, mother. I will be perfectly respectful." + +About half-past seven Fred rang the bell at the door of the house on +East Thirty-Ninth Street. Evidently he was expected, for, on his +inquiring for Mr. Ferguson, he was shown at once into the presence of +his rich relation. + +"Good evening, Frederick," said Mr. Ferguson, With unusual +graciousness. "How is your mother?" + +"Very well, thank you, sir." + +"I hope you are getting along comfortably." + +"Yes, sir; we have no right to complain." + +"That is well," said Mr. Ferguson condescendingly. "I presume the boy +is making five dollars a week or some such matter," he soliloquized. +"That is very well for a boy like him." + +"I made you an offer for your father's land in Colorado a few months +ago," he went on carelessly. + +"Yes, sir." + +"You thought my offer too small." + +"Yes, sir. Twenty-five dollars would be of very little value to us." + +"There I disagree with you. Twenty-five dollars to a family situated as +yours is, is no trifle." + +A faint smile flickered over Fred's face. He wondered what Mr. Ferguson +would say if he knew precisely how they were situated. + +"Still," resumed the merchant, "you did right to refuse. I am inclined +to think the land is a little more valuable than I supposed." + +Fred was rather surprised. Was Cousin Ferguson going to act a liberal +part, and offer anything like a fair price for the land? He waited +curiously to hear what he would say next. + +"Yes," continued Mr. Ferguson magnanimously, "I admit that I offered +you too little for your land." + +"So I thought at the time, sir," Fred said quietly. + +"And I am now prepared to rectify my mistake. You may tell your mother +that I will give her a hundred dollars for it." + +"A hundred dollars?" + +"Yes; that is probably more than it is worth at present, but I can +afford to wait until it increases in value." + +Mr. Ferguson sat back in his armchair and fixed his eyes on Fred with +the air of one who has made a most generous offer. + +"Did your mother authorize you to make a bargain?" he inquired. + +"No, sir." + +"She wished you to report to her, I suppose. This offer will hold good +for twenty-four hours. You can come around to-morrow evening, and the +matter can be settled at once. It may be well for your mother to come +round also, as her signature will be required to the bill of sale." + +"I am sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Ferguson, but I don't think we will +sell." + +"Young man," said Ferguson severely, "if you advise your mother to +reject this offer, you will take upon yourself a great responsibility." + +"Mr. Ferguson," rejoined Fred, fixing his eyes on the merchant, "do you +advise my mother, as a friend, to accept this offer?" + +"Of course, of course. It is the best thing she can do." + +"I have no right to doubt your sincerity, but I think the land is worth +more than you offer." + +"What can you know about it?" demanded Ferguson impatiently. + +"A gentleman who had traveled in Colorado called on us a while ago. He +seems to think the land is quite valuable." + +"Stuff and nonsense! The man was humbugging you." + +"He was a miner," continued Fred placidly. "He promised to look up the +matter for us." + +"You were very rash to trust a stranger. The best thing you can do is +to disregard any advice he may have given you, and accept my offer." + +"There is one difficulty in the way," said Fred. + +"What is that?" + +"_We have sold the land!_" + + + + +CHAPTER XXXVIII. + +CONCLUSION. + +"You have sold the land?" repeated Mr. Ferguson in dismay. + +"Yes, sir." + +"Then permit me to say that you and your mother have acted like fools!" +said Ferguson harshly. "In a matter like this you should have consulted +ME. What do you or your mother know about business?" + +"I think we did pretty well," said Fred placidly. + +"What did you sell for?" asked Ferguson abruptly. + +"Six thousand five hundred dollars!" answered the ex-train boy. + +Robert Ferguson stared at Fred in amazement and incredulity. + +"Don't play any of your practical jokes on me!" he said sternly. + +"I don't intend to, sir. We gave Mr. Sloan a power of attorney, and he +sold it for us." + +"He _says_ he did!" sneered Ferguson. "You will never get the money." + +"Excuse me, Mr. Ferguson. We have received the money already." + +"When?" gasped the merchant. + +"Two days ago." + +The face of Robert Ferguson was a study. Disappointed cupidity +succeeded his first incredulity. He began to consider that he must +convince Fred that he had acted in good faith. With an effort he +smoothed down his face and conjured up a smile. + +"You quite take my breath away," he said. "I can hardly believe that +the land which I thought worthless should have realized such a sum. +Have any mines been discovered on them?" + +"No, sir; but a village has sprung up in the immediate neighborhood." + +"I am heartily glad of it. Tell your mother so. How could I have been +so deceived? By the way, it will be best for you to put the money in +the hands of some responsible person to take care of for you. As a near +relative I shall be glad to invest the amount for you safely along with +my own." + +"Thank you, sir, but we have already invested it." + +Mr. Ferguson frowned. + +"I predict that you will lose half of it," he said. + +"I don't think so. I had advice in the investment." + +"Who advised you?" + +"John Wainwright, the banker." + +"Do you know him?" + +"Yes; he is my employer." + +"I believe I remember that Raymond told me so. Of course he is a good +adviser. How much does he pay you?" + +"Twenty-five dollars a week." + +"Do you take me for a fool?" demanded Ferguson angrily. + +"No, sir; and you have no right to take me for a liar," answered Fred, +firmly. + +"But such a salary for a boy of sixteen is ridiculous!" + +"It does seem so; but Mr. Wainwright sent me to Canada to recover over +ten thousand dollars' worth of stolen bonds, and I succeeded in +bringing them back." + +Slowly it dawned upon Mr. Ferguson that the youth before him was not +only a favorite of fortune, out a remarkably smart boy. He was +evidently on the rise. Would it not be politic to take notice of him? + +"Fred," he said with sudden friendliness, "I am pleased to hear of your +good fortune. You have done credit to the family. We ought to be more +intimate. In proof of my desire for closer relations I shall send cards +to you and your mother for my Daughter Luella's wedding. She is to be +married next Thursday evening to an Italian count. Probably you have +suitable attire, or, if not, you can easily obtain it. Give me your +address." + +"Thank you, sir. I am not sure whether my mother will attend, but I +shall be happy to do so." + +The door opened, and Raymond Ferguson entered. + +"Good evening, Raymond," said Fred pleasantly. + +"Good evening," answered Raymond, coldly. + +"Your cousin Frederick has been very fortunate," said the elder +Ferguson genially. "He and his mother have come into some thousands of +dollars, and he is receiving a handsome salary from Mr. Wainwright, the +banker. I shall be glad to see you two intimate." + +"Is that so?" asked Raymond, thawing. + +"I am glad to say it is," answered Fred. + +"Would you like to invite your cousin to attend the theater, Raymond?" + +"Just what I was going to ask. There is a good play on at Wallack's." + +"Very well! Here is a five-dollar bill." + +"Come along, Fred," said Raymond, who had made up his mind it would be +wise to cultivate the acquaintance of his once despised relative. + +Before they parted for the evening, Raymond borrowed five dollars of +Fred, and struck up a close friendship with him. While Fred understood +perfectly well what had produced this remarkable change in his cousin +he was philosophical enough to take the world as he found it, and +accepted Raymond's advances. + +The next day wedding cards, elaborately engraved were received at +Fred's modest home, requesting Mrs. Fenton and her son's presence at +the marriage ceremony of Luella Ferguson and Count Vincento Cattelli. +But an unexpected circumstance prevented the nuptials from being +celebrated. + +One evening the count and Miss Ferguson were sitting at supper at +Delmonico's. At a table near by sat a gentleman, who watched the young +couple with curious attention. He rose finally and approached them. + +"Miss Ferguson, I believe," he said. + +"Yes, sir." + +"I don't know if you remember me, but I dined at your father's house +one evening in February. My name is Stanwood." + +"I remember you now, Mr. Stanwood. Let me make you acquainted with +Count Cattelli." + +"I am honored," said Stanwood with a curious smile. + +"This lady is my affianced bride," said the count, + +"Indeed! I congratulate you. By the way, haven't I met you before?" + +"If you have been in Italy, sare. I am Count Cattelli of Milan." + +Stanwood smiled slightly, and returned to his own table. + +The next day Miss Ferguson received the following note: + +MY DEAR MISS FERGUSON: + +What I am about to write will pain you, but I cannot permit you to be +grossly deceived. The gentleman whom you introduced to me as Count +Cattelli at Delmonico's last evening shaved me last March in a +barber-shop in Chicago. He may be a count, but I advise you to speak to +your father on the subject. Your well wisher, + +CHARLES STANWOOD. + +Miss Ferguson went into a fit of hysterics, but followed the advice of +her correspondent. The count, on being taxed with his deception, first +indulged in bravado, but finally acknowledged that he had served as a +barber, but still claimed to be a count. Mr. Ferguson, intensely +mortified, agreed to give him two hundred dollars if he would leave the +city at once. Notices that the wedding had been indefinitely postponed +were sent to all who had received cards, and Luella disappeared for a +time. There were numerous reports as to the cause of the marriage being +postponed, but the secret was well kept. Luella is still unmarried, and +is likely to remain so, unless some one marries her for her money. + +Ruth Patton is now the wife of Alfred Lindsay. The young lawyer made a +private call on Mr. Ferguson, which resulted in the latter disgorging +the ten thousand dollars of which he had defrauded Ruth's mother, so +that she did not come to her husband portionless. + +All goes well with Fred Fenton. He is still in the employ of John +Wainwright, on a largely increased salary, and is always a welcome +guest at the home of the banker. Rose is as partial to him as ever, and +it would not be surprising if she should some day marry the ex-Erie +train-boy. Fred and his mother live in a handsome flat up town, and +Albert, his younger brother, is making rapid progress as a designer. It +looks as if the clouds had passed away, succeeded by the sunshine of +permanent prosperity. + + + + +THE END. + + + + + + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Erie Train Boy, by Horatio Alger + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE ERIE TRAIN BOY *** + +***** This file should be named 26075.txt or 26075.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/2/6/0/7/26075/ + +Produced by Gary Sandino, from a scanned UC library book +kindly provided by the Internet Archive (www.archive.org.) + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. Special rules, +set forth in the General Terms of Use part of this license, apply to +copying and distributing Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works to +protect the PROJECT GUTENBERG-tm concept and trademark. Project +Gutenberg is a registered trademark, and may not be used if you +charge for the eBooks, unless you receive specific permission. If you +do not charge anything for copies of this eBook, complying with the +rules is very easy. You may use this eBook for nearly any purpose +such as creation of derivative works, reports, performances and +research. They may be modified and printed and given away--you may do +practically ANYTHING with public domain eBooks. Redistribution is +subject to the trademark license, especially commercial +redistribution. + + + +*** START: FULL LICENSE *** + +THE FULL PROJECT GUTENBERG LICENSE +PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE YOU DISTRIBUTE OR USE THIS WORK + +To protect the Project Gutenberg-tm mission of promoting the free +distribution of electronic works, by using or distributing this work +(or any other work associated in any way with the phrase "Project +Gutenberg"), you agree to comply with all the terms of the Full Project +Gutenberg-tm License (available with this file or online at +https://gutenberg.org/license). + + +Section 1. General Terms of Use and Redistributing Project Gutenberg-tm +electronic works + +1.A. By reading or using any part of this Project Gutenberg-tm +electronic work, you indicate that you have read, understand, agree to +and accept all the terms of this license and intellectual property +(trademark/copyright) agreement. If you do not agree to abide by all +the terms of this agreement, you must cease using and return or destroy +all copies of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works in your possession. +If you paid a fee for obtaining a copy of or access to a Project +Gutenberg-tm electronic work and you do not agree to be bound by the +terms of this agreement, you may obtain a refund from the person or +entity to whom you paid the fee as set forth in paragraph 1.E.8. + +1.B. "Project Gutenberg" is a registered trademark. It may only be +used on or associated in any way with an electronic work by people who +agree to be bound by the terms of this agreement. There are a few +things that you can do with most Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works +even without complying with the full terms of this agreement. See +paragraph 1.C below. There are a lot of things you can do with Project +Gutenberg-tm electronic works if you follow the terms of this agreement +and help preserve free future access to Project Gutenberg-tm electronic +works. See paragraph 1.E below. + +1.C. The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation ("the Foundation" +or PGLAF), owns a compilation copyright in the collection of Project +Gutenberg-tm electronic works. Nearly all the individual works in the +collection are in the public domain in the United States. If an +individual work is in the public domain in the United States and you are +located in the United States, we do not claim a right to prevent you from +copying, distributing, performing, displaying or creating derivative +works based on the work as long as all references to Project Gutenberg +are removed. Of course, we hope that you will support the Project +Gutenberg-tm mission of promoting free access to electronic works by +freely sharing Project Gutenberg-tm works in compliance with the terms of +this agreement for keeping the Project Gutenberg-tm name associated with +the work. You can easily comply with the terms of this agreement by +keeping this work in the same format with its attached full Project +Gutenberg-tm License when you share it without charge with others. + +1.D. The copyright laws of the place where you are located also govern +what you can do with this work. Copyright laws in most countries are in +a constant state of change. If you are outside the United States, check +the laws of your country in addition to the terms of this agreement +before downloading, copying, displaying, performing, distributing or +creating derivative works based on this work or any other Project +Gutenberg-tm work. The Foundation makes no representations concerning +the copyright status of any work in any country outside the United +States. + +1.E. Unless you have removed all references to Project Gutenberg: + +1.E.1. The following sentence, with active links to, or other immediate +access to, the full Project Gutenberg-tm License must appear prominently +whenever any copy of a Project Gutenberg-tm work (any work on which the +phrase "Project Gutenberg" appears, or with which the phrase "Project +Gutenberg" is associated) is accessed, displayed, performed, viewed, +copied or distributed: + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + +1.E.2. If an individual Project Gutenberg-tm electronic work is derived +from the public domain (does not contain a notice indicating that it is +posted with permission of the copyright holder), the work can be copied +and distributed to anyone in the United States without paying any fees +or charges. If you are redistributing or providing access to a work +with the phrase "Project Gutenberg" associated with or appearing on the +work, you must comply either with the requirements of paragraphs 1.E.1 +through 1.E.7 or obtain permission for the use of the work and the +Project Gutenberg-tm trademark as set forth in paragraphs 1.E.8 or +1.E.9. + +1.E.3. If an individual Project Gutenberg-tm electronic work is posted +with the permission of the copyright holder, your use and distribution +must comply with both paragraphs 1.E.1 through 1.E.7 and any additional +terms imposed by the copyright holder. Additional terms will be linked +to the Project Gutenberg-tm License for all works posted with the +permission of the copyright holder found at the beginning of this work. + +1.E.4. Do not unlink or detach or remove the full Project Gutenberg-tm +License terms from this work, or any files containing a part of this +work or any other work associated with Project Gutenberg-tm. + +1.E.5. Do not copy, display, perform, distribute or redistribute this +electronic work, or any part of this electronic work, without +prominently displaying the sentence set forth in paragraph 1.E.1 with +active links or immediate access to the full terms of the Project +Gutenberg-tm License. + +1.E.6. You may convert to and distribute this work in any binary, +compressed, marked up, nonproprietary or proprietary form, including any +word processing or hypertext form. However, if you provide access to or +distribute copies of a Project Gutenberg-tm work in a format other than +"Plain Vanilla ASCII" or other format used in the official version +posted on the official Project Gutenberg-tm web site (www.gutenberg.org), +you must, at no additional cost, fee or expense to the user, provide a +copy, a means of exporting a copy, or a means of obtaining a copy upon +request, of the work in its original "Plain Vanilla ASCII" or other +form. Any alternate format must include the full Project Gutenberg-tm +License as specified in paragraph 1.E.1. + +1.E.7. Do not charge a fee for access to, viewing, displaying, +performing, copying or distributing any Project Gutenberg-tm works +unless you comply with paragraph 1.E.8 or 1.E.9. + +1.E.8. You may charge a reasonable fee for copies of or providing +access to or distributing Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works provided +that + +- You pay a royalty fee of 20% of the gross profits you derive from + the use of Project Gutenberg-tm works calculated using the method + you already use to calculate your applicable taxes. The fee is + owed to the owner of the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark, but he + has agreed to donate royalties under this paragraph to the + Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation. Royalty payments + must be paid within 60 days following each date on which you + prepare (or are legally required to prepare) your periodic tax + returns. Royalty payments should be clearly marked as such and + sent to the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation at the + address specified in Section 4, "Information about donations to + the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation." + +- You provide a full refund of any money paid by a user who notifies + you in writing (or by e-mail) within 30 days of receipt that s/he + does not agree to the terms of the full Project Gutenberg-tm + License. You must require such a user to return or + destroy all copies of the works possessed in a physical medium + and discontinue all use of and all access to other copies of + Project Gutenberg-tm works. + +- You provide, in accordance with paragraph 1.F.3, a full refund of any + money paid for a work or a replacement copy, if a defect in the + electronic work is discovered and reported to you within 90 days + of receipt of the work. + +- You comply with all other terms of this agreement for free + distribution of Project Gutenberg-tm works. + +1.E.9. If you wish to charge a fee or distribute a Project Gutenberg-tm +electronic work or group of works on different terms than are set +forth in this agreement, you must obtain permission in writing from +both the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation and Michael +Hart, the owner of the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark. Contact the +Foundation as set forth in Section 3 below. + +1.F. + +1.F.1. Project Gutenberg volunteers and employees expend considerable +effort to identify, do copyright research on, transcribe and proofread +public domain works in creating the Project Gutenberg-tm +collection. Despite these efforts, Project Gutenberg-tm electronic +works, and the medium on which they may be stored, may contain +"Defects," such as, but not limited to, incomplete, inaccurate or +corrupt data, transcription errors, a copyright or other intellectual +property infringement, a defective or damaged disk or other medium, a +computer virus, or computer codes that damage or cannot be read by +your equipment. + +1.F.2. LIMITED WARRANTY, DISCLAIMER OF DAMAGES - Except for the "Right +of Replacement or Refund" described in paragraph 1.F.3, the Project +Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation, the owner of the Project +Gutenberg-tm trademark, and any other party distributing a Project +Gutenberg-tm electronic work under this agreement, disclaim all +liability to you for damages, costs and expenses, including legal +fees. YOU AGREE THAT YOU HAVE NO REMEDIES FOR NEGLIGENCE, STRICT +LIABILITY, BREACH OF WARRANTY OR BREACH OF CONTRACT EXCEPT THOSE +PROVIDED IN PARAGRAPH F3. YOU AGREE THAT THE FOUNDATION, THE +TRADEMARK OWNER, AND ANY DISTRIBUTOR UNDER THIS AGREEMENT WILL NOT BE +LIABLE TO YOU FOR ACTUAL, DIRECT, INDIRECT, CONSEQUENTIAL, PUNITIVE OR +INCIDENTAL DAMAGES EVEN IF YOU GIVE NOTICE OF THE POSSIBILITY OF SUCH +DAMAGE. + +1.F.3. LIMITED RIGHT OF REPLACEMENT OR REFUND - If you discover a +defect in this electronic work within 90 days of receiving it, you can +receive a refund of the money (if any) you paid for it by sending a +written explanation to the person you received the work from. If you +received the work on a physical medium, you must return the medium with +your written explanation. The person or entity that provided you with +the defective work may elect to provide a replacement copy in lieu of a +refund. If you received the work electronically, the person or entity +providing it to you may choose to give you a second opportunity to +receive the work electronically in lieu of a refund. If the second copy +is also defective, you may demand a refund in writing without further +opportunities to fix the problem. + +1.F.4. Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth +in paragraph 1.F.3, this work is provided to you 'AS-IS' WITH NO OTHER +WARRANTIES OF ANY KIND, EXPRESS OR IMPLIED, INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO +WARRANTIES OF MERCHANTIBILITY OR FITNESS FOR ANY PURPOSE. + +1.F.5. Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied +warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages. +If any disclaimer or limitation set forth in this agreement violates the +law of the state applicable to this agreement, the agreement shall be +interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation permitted by +the applicable state law. The invalidity or unenforceability of any +provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions. + +1.F.6. INDEMNITY - You agree to indemnify and hold the Foundation, the +trademark owner, any agent or employee of the Foundation, anyone +providing copies of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works in accordance +with this agreement, and any volunteers associated with the production, +promotion and distribution of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works, +harmless from all liability, costs and expenses, including legal fees, +that arise directly or indirectly from any of the following which you do +or cause to occur: (a) distribution of this or any Project Gutenberg-tm +work, (b) alteration, modification, or additions or deletions to any +Project Gutenberg-tm work, and (c) any Defect you cause. + + +Section 2. Information about the Mission of Project Gutenberg-tm + +Project Gutenberg-tm is synonymous with the free distribution of +electronic works in formats readable by the widest variety of computers +including obsolete, old, middle-aged and new computers. It exists +because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and donations from +people in all walks of life. + +Volunteers and financial support to provide volunteers with the +assistance they need, is critical to reaching Project Gutenberg-tm's +goals and ensuring that the Project Gutenberg-tm collection will +remain freely available for generations to come. In 2001, the Project +Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation was created to provide a secure +and permanent future for Project Gutenberg-tm and future generations. +To learn more about the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation +and how your efforts and donations can help, see Sections 3 and 4 +and the Foundation web page at https://www.pglaf.org. + + +Section 3. Information about the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive +Foundation + +The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation is a non profit +501(c)(3) educational corporation organized under the laws of the +state of Mississippi and granted tax exempt status by the Internal +Revenue Service. The Foundation's EIN or federal tax identification +number is 64-6221541. Its 501(c)(3) letter is posted at +https://pglaf.org/fundraising. Contributions to the Project Gutenberg +Literary Archive Foundation are tax deductible to the full extent +permitted by U.S. federal laws and your state's laws. + +The Foundation's principal office is located at 4557 Melan Dr. S. +Fairbanks, AK, 99712., but its volunteers and employees are scattered +throughout numerous locations. Its business office is located at +809 North 1500 West, Salt Lake City, UT 84116, (801) 596-1887, email +business@pglaf.org. Email contact links and up to date contact +information can be found at the Foundation's web site and official +page at https://pglaf.org + +For additional contact information: + Dr. Gregory B. Newby + Chief Executive and Director + gbnewby@pglaf.org + + +Section 4. Information about Donations to the Project Gutenberg +Literary Archive Foundation + +Project Gutenberg-tm depends upon and cannot survive without wide +spread public support and donations to carry out its mission of +increasing the number of public domain and licensed works that can be +freely distributed in machine readable form accessible by the widest +array of equipment including outdated equipment. Many small donations +($1 to $5,000) are particularly important to maintaining tax exempt +status with the IRS. + +The Foundation is committed to complying with the laws regulating +charities and charitable donations in all 50 states of the United +States. Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a +considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up +with these requirements. We do not solicit donations in locations +where we have not received written confirmation of compliance. To +SEND DONATIONS or determine the status of compliance for any +particular state visit https://pglaf.org + +While we cannot and do not solicit contributions from states where we +have not met the solicitation requirements, we know of no prohibition +against accepting unsolicited donations from donors in such states who +approach us with offers to donate. + +International donations are gratefully accepted, but we cannot make +any statements concerning tax treatment of donations received from +outside the United States. U.S. laws alone swamp our small staff. + +Please check the Project Gutenberg Web pages for current donation +methods and addresses. Donations are accepted in a number of other +ways including including checks, online payments and credit card +donations. To donate, please visit: https://pglaf.org/donate + + +Section 5. General Information About Project Gutenberg-tm electronic +works. + +Professor Michael S. Hart was the originator of the Project Gutenberg-tm +concept of a library of electronic works that could be freely shared +with anyone. For thirty years, he produced and distributed Project +Gutenberg-tm eBooks with only a loose network of volunteer support. + + +Project Gutenberg-tm eBooks are often created from several printed +editions, all of which are confirmed as Public Domain in the U.S. +unless a copyright notice is included. Thus, we do not necessarily +keep eBooks in compliance with any particular paper edition. + + +Most people start at our Web site which has the main PG search facility: + + https://www.gutenberg.org + +This Web site includes information about Project Gutenberg-tm, +including how to make donations to the Project Gutenberg Literary +Archive Foundation, how to help produce our new eBooks, and how to +subscribe to our email newsletter to hear about new eBooks. diff --git a/26075.zip b/26075.zip Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..27a3939 --- /dev/null +++ b/26075.zip diff --git a/LICENSE.txt b/LICENSE.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6312041 --- /dev/null +++ b/LICENSE.txt @@ -0,0 +1,11 @@ +This eBook, including all associated images, markup, improvements, +metadata, and any other content or labor, has been confirmed to be +in the PUBLIC DOMAIN IN THE UNITED STATES. + +Procedures for determining public domain status are described in +the "Copyright How-To" at https://www.gutenberg.org. + +No investigation has been made concerning possible copyrights in +jurisdictions other than the United States. Anyone seeking to utilize +this eBook outside of the United States should confirm copyright +status under the laws that apply to them. diff --git a/README.md b/README.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..38d1c87 --- /dev/null +++ b/README.md @@ -0,0 +1,2 @@ +Project Gutenberg (https://www.gutenberg.org) public repository for +eBook #26075 (https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/26075) |