Do and Dare
by Horatio Alger, Jr.
THE POST OFFICE
CHAPTER III. A
CHAPTER IX. THE
CHAPTER X. AN
TRIED FOR THEFT.
EBEN'S LAST HOPE
CHAPTER XIV. A
TRIP TO BOSTON.
CHAPTER XV. AN
CHAPTER XVI. A
NEW BATTLE OF
CHAPTER XVII. AN
CHAPTER XVIII. A
CHAPTER XX. AN
CHAPTER XXII. A
CHAPTER XXIII. A
CHAPTER XXIV. A
MELVILLE MAKES A
CHAPTER XXVI. A
COUNCIL OF WAR.
CHAPTER XXIX. A
NEW HOME IN THE
CHAPTER XXX. A
JACK HOLDEN ON
THE BLAZING STAR
GOOD NEWS FROM
THE MINE IS
TO THE RESCUE.
DO AND DARE
A Brave Boy's Fight for Fortune
CHAPTER I. THE POST OFFICE AT
"If we could only keep the post office, mother, we should be all
right," said Herbert Carr, as he and his mother sat together in the
little sitting room of the plain cottage which the two had occupied
ever since he was a boy of five.
"Yes, Herbert, but I am afraid there won't be much chance of it."
"Who would want to take it from you, mother?"
"Men are selfish, Herbert, and there is no office, however small,
that is not sought after."
"What was the income last year?" inquired Herbert.
Mrs. Carr referred to a blank book lying on the table in which the
post-office accounts were kept, and answered:
"Three hundred and ninety-eight dollars and fifty cents."
"I shouldn't think that would be much of an inducement to an
able-bodied man, who could work at any business."
"Your father was glad to have it."
"Yes, mother, but he had lost an arm in the war, and could not
engage in any business that required both hands."
"That is true, Herbert, but I am afraid there will be more than one
who will be willing to relieve me of the duties. Old Mrs. Allen
called at the office to-day, and told me she understood that there
was a movement on foot to have Ebenezer Graham appointed."
"Squire Walsingham's nephew?"
"Yes; it is understood that the squire will throw his influence
into the scale, and that will probably decide the matter."
"Then it's very mean of Squire Walsingham," said Herbert,
indignantly. "He knows that you depend on the office for a living."
"Most men are selfish, my dear Herbert."
"But he was an old schoolfellow of father's, and it was as his
substitute that father went to the war where he was wounded."
"True, Herbert, but I am afraid that consideration won't weigh much
with John Walsingham."
"I have a great mind to go and see him, mother. Have you any
"I have no objections, but I am afraid it will do no good."
"Mr. Graham ought to be ashamed, with the profits of his store, to
want the post office also. His store alone pays him handsomely."
"Mr. Graham is fond of money. He means to be a rich man."
"That is true enough. He is about the meanest man in town."
A few words are needed in explanation, though the conversation
explains itself pretty well.
Herbert's father, returning from the war with the loss of an arm,
was fortunate enough to receive the appointment of postmaster, and
thus earn a small, but, with strict economy, adequate income, until a
fever terminated his earthly career at middle age. Mr. Graham was a
rival applicant for the office, but Mr. Carr's services in the war
were thought to give him superior claims, and he secured it. During
the month that had elapsed since his death, Mrs. Carr had carried on
the post office under a temporary appointment. She was a woman of
good business capacity, and already familiar with the duties of the
office, having assisted her husband, especially during his sickness,
when nearly the whole work devolved upon her. Most of the village
people were in favor of having her retained, but the local influence
of Squire Walsingham and his nephew was so great that a petition in
favor of the latter secured numerous signatures, and was already on
file at the department in Washington, and backed by the congressman
of the district, who was a political friend of the squire. Mrs. Carr
was not aware that the movement for her displacement had gone so far.
It was already nine o'clock when Herbert's conversation with his
mother ended, and he resolved to defer his call upon Squire
Walsingham till the next morning.
About nine o'clock in the forenoon our young hero rang the bell of
the village magnate, and with but little delay was ushered into his
Squire Walsingham was a tall, portly man of fifty, sleek and
evidently on excellent terms with himself. Indeed, he was but five
years older than his nephew, Ebenezer Graham, and looked the younger
of the two, despite the relationship. If he had been a United States
Senator he could not have been more dignified in his deportment, or
esteemed himself of greater consequence. He was a selfish man, but he
was free from the mean traits that characterized his nephew.
"You are the Carr boy," said the squire, pompously, looking over
his spectacles at Herbert, as he entered the door.
"My name is Herbert Carr," said Herbert, shortly. "You have known
me all my life."
"Certainly," said the squire, a little ruffled at the failure of
his grand manner to impose upon his young visitor. "Did I not call you
the Carr boy?"
Herbert did not fancy being called the Carr boy, but he was there
to ask a favor, and he thought it prudent not to show his
dissatisfaction. He resolved to come to the point at once.
"I have called, Squire Walsingham," he commenced, "to ask if you
will use your influence to have my mother retained in charge of the
"Ahem!" said the squire, somewhat embarrassed. "I am not in charge
of the post-office department."
"No, sir, I am aware of that; but the postmaster general will be
influenced by the recommendations of people in the village."
"Very true!" said the squire, complacently. "Very true, and very
proper. I do not pretend to say that my recommendation would not
weigh with the authorities at Washington. Indeed, the member from our
district is a personal friend of mine."
"You know how we are situated," continued Herbert, who thought it
best to state his case as briefly as possible. "Father was unable to
save anything, and we have no money ahead. If mother can keep the
post office, we shall get along nicely, but if she loses it, we shall
have a hard time."
"I am surprised that in your father's long tenure of office he did
not save something," said the squire, in a tone which indicated not
only surprise but reproof.
"There was not much chance to save on a salary of four hundred
dollars a year," said Herbert, soberly, "after supporting a family of
"Ahem!" said the squire, sagely; "where there's a will there's a
way. Improvidence is the great fault of the lower classes."
"We don't belong to the lower classes," said Herbert, flushing with
Squire Walmsgham was secretly ambitious of representing his
district some day in Congress, and he felt that he had made a mistake.
It won't do for an aspirant to office to speak of the lower classes,
and the squire hastened to repair his error.
"That was not the term I intended to imply," he condescended to
explain. "I meant to say that improvidence is the prevailing fault of
those whose income is small."
"We haven't had much chance to be improvident!" said Herbert "We
have had to spend all our income, but we are not in debt—that is, we
have no debts that we are unable to pay."
"That is well," said Squire Walsingham, "but, my young
constituent—I mean my young friend—I apprehend that you do not take
a right view of public office. It is not designed to support a
privileged class in luxury."
"Luxury, on four hundred a year!" replied Herbert.
"I am speaking in general terms," said the squire, hastily. "I mean
to say that I cannot recommend a person to office simply because he
or she needs the income."
"No, sir, I know that; but my mother understands the duties of the
office, and no complaint has been made that she does not make a good
"Possibly," said the squire, non-committally; "but I am opposed
upon principle to conferring offices upon women. Men are more
efficient, and better qualified to discharge responsible duties."
"Then, sir," said Herbert, his heart sinking, "I am to understand
that you do not favor the appointment of my mother?"
"I should be glad to hear that your mother was doing well," said
the squire, "but I cannot conscientiously favor the appointment of a
woman to be postmaster of Wayneboro."
"That means that he prefers the appointment should go to his
nephew," thought Herbert.
"If my mother were not competent to discharge the duties," he said,
his face showing his disappointment in spite of himself, "I would not
ask your influence, notwithstanding you were a schoolmate of father's,
and he lost his arm while acting as your substitute."
"I have already said that I wish your mother well," said the
squire, coloring, "and in any other way I am ready to help her and
you. Indeed, I may be able to secure you a situation."
"Mr. Graham needs a boy in his store, and I think he will take you
on my recommendation."
"Is Tom Tripp going away?" asked Herbert.
"The Tripp boy is unsatisfactory, so Mr. Graham tells me."
Herbert knew something of what it would be to be employed by Mr.
Graham. Tom Tripp worked early and late for a dollar and a half per
week, without board, for a hard and suspicious taskmaster, who was
continually finding fault with him. But for sheer necessity, he would
have left Mr. Graham's store long ago. He had confided the
unpleasantness of his position to Herbert more than once, and
enlisted his sympathy and indignation. Herbert felt that he would not
like to work for Mr. Graham at any price, more especially as it seemed
likely that the storekeeper was likely to deprive his mother of her
office and income.
"I should not like to work for Mr. Graham, sir," he said.
"It appears to me that you are very particular, young man," said
"I would be willing to work for you, sir, but not for him."
"Ahem!" said the squire, somewhat mollified, "I will think of your
Herbert left the house, feeling that his mother's removal was only
a matter of time.
CHAPTER II. HERBERT'S CHANCE.
Herbert left the house of Squire Walsingham in a sober frame of
mind. He saw clearly that his mother would not long remain in office,
and without her official income they would find it hard to get along.
To be sure, she received a pension of eight dollars a month, in
consideration of her husband's services in the war, but eight dollars
would not go far towards supporting their family, small as it was.
There were other means of earning a living, to be sure, but Wayneboro
was an agricultural town mainly, and unless he hired out on a farm
there seemed no way open to him, while the little sewing his mother
might be able to procure would probably pay her less than a dollar a
The blow fell sooner than he expected. In the course of the next
week Mrs. Carr was notified that Ebenezer Graham had been appointed
her successor, and she was directed to turn over the papers and
property of the office to him.
She received the official notification by the afternoon mail, and
in the evening she was favored by a call from her successor.
Ebenezer Graham was a small man, with insignificant, mean-looking
features, including a pair of weazel-like eyes and a turn-up nose. It
did not require a skillful physiognomist to read his character in his
face. Meanness was stamped upon it in unmistakable characters.
"Good-evening, Mr. Graham," said the widow, gravely.
"Good-evening, ma'am," said the storekeeper. "I've called to see
you, Mrs. Carr, about the post office, I presume you have heard—"
"I have heard that you are to be my successor."
"Just so. As long as your husband was alive, I didn't want to step
into his shoes."
"But you are willing to step into mine," said Mrs. Carr, smiling
"Just so—that is, the gov'ment appear to think a man ought to be
in charge of so responsible a position."
"I shall be glad if you manage the office better than I have done."
"You see, ma'am, it stands to reason that a man is better fitted
for business than a woman," said Ebenezer Graham, in a smooth tone for
he wanted to get over this rather awkward business as easily as
possible. "Women, you know, was made to adorn the domestic circles,
"Adorning the domestic circle won't give me a living," said Mrs.
Carr, with some bitterness, for she knew that but for the grasping
spirit of the man before her she would have been allowed to retain
"I was comin' to that," said the new postmaster. "Of course, I
appreciate your position as a widder, without much means, and I'm
going to make you an offer; that is, your boy, Herbert."
Herbert looked up from a book he was reading, and listened with
interest to hear the benevolent intentions of the new postmaster."
"I am ready to give him a place in my store," proceeded Ebenezer.
"I always keep a boy, and thinks I to myself, the wages I give will
help along the widder Carr. You see, I like to combine business with
consideration for my feller creeters."
Mrs. Carr smiled faintly, for in spite of her serious strait she
could not help being amused at the notion of Ebenezer Graham's
"What's going to become of Tom Tripp?" asked Herbert, abruptly.
"Thomas Tripp isn't exactly the kind of boy I want in my store,"
said Mr. Graham. "He's a harum-scarum sort of boy, and likes to shirk
his work. Then I suspect he stops to play on the way when I send him
on errands. Yesterday he was five minutes longer than he need to have
been in goin' to Sam Dunning's to carry some groceries. Thomas doesn't
seem to appreciate his privileges in bein' connected with a business
Tom Tripp was hardly to blame for not recognizing his good luck in
occupying a position where he received a dollar and a half a week for
fourteen hours daily work, with half a dozen scoldings thrown in.
"How do you know I will suit you any better than Tom?" asked
Herbert, who did not think it necessary to thank Mr. Graham for the
proffered engagement until he learned just what was expected of him,
and what his pay was to be.
"You're a different sort of a boy," said Ebenezer, with an attempt
at a pleasant smile. "You've been brought up different. I've heard
you're a smart, capable boy, that isn't afraid of work."
"No, sir, I am not, if I am fairly paid for my work."
The new postmaster's jaw fell, and he looked uneasy, for he always
grudged the money he paid out, even the paltry dollar and a half
which went to poor Tom.
"I always calkerlate to pay fair wages," he said; "but I ain't
rich, and I can't afford to fling away money."
"How much do you pay Tom Tripp?" asked Herbert.
He knew, but he wanted to draw Mr. Graham out.
"I pay Thomas a dollar and fifty cents a week," answered the
storekeeper, in a tone which indicated that he regarded this, on the
whole, as rather a munificent sum.
"And he works from seven in the morning till nine o'clock at
night," proceeded Herbert.
"Them are the hours," said Ebenezer, who knew better how to make
money than to speak grammatically.
"It makes a pretty long day," observed Mrs. Carr.
"So it does, ma'am, but it's no longer than I work myself."
"You get paid rather better, I presume."
"Of course, ma'am, as I am the proprietor."
"I couldn't think of working for any such sum," said Herbert,
Mr. Graham looked disturbed, for he had reasons for desiring to
secure Herbert, who was familiar with the routine of post-office
"Well," he said, "I might be able to offer you a leetle more, as
you know how to tend the post office. That's worth somethin'! I'll
give you—lemme see—twenty-five cents more; that is, a dollar and
seventy-five cents a week."
Herbert and his mother exchanged glances. They hardly knew whether
to feel more amused or disgusted at their visitor's meanness.
"Mr. Graham," said Herbert, "if you wish to secure my services, you
will have to pay me three dollars a week."
The storekeeper held up both hands in dismay.
"Three dollars a week for a boy!" he exclaimed.
"Yes, sir; I will come for a short time for that sum, till you get
used to the management of the post office, but I shall feel justified
in leaving you when I can do better."
"You must think I am made of money," said Ebenezer hastily.
"I think you can afford to pay me that salary."
For twenty minutes the new postmaster tried to beat down his
prospective clerk, but Herbert was obstinate, and Ebenezer rather
ruefully promised to give him his price, chiefly because it was
absolutely necessary that he should engage some one who was more
familiar with the post-office work than he was. Herbert agreed to go
to work the next morning.
CHAPTER III. A PRODIGAL SON.
Herbert did not look forward with very joyful anticipations to the
new engagement he had formed. He knew very well that he should not
like Ebenezer Graham as an employer, but it was necessary that he
should earn something, for the income was now but two dollars a week.
He was sorry, too, to displace Tom Tripp, but upon this point his
uneasiness was soon removed, for Tom dropped in just after Mr. Graham
had left the house, and informed Herbert that he was to go to work the
next day for a farmer in the neighborhood, at a dollar and a half per
week, and board besides.
"I am glad to hear it, Tom," said Herbert, heartily. "I didn't want
to feel that I was depriving you of employment."
"You are welcome to my place in the store," said Tom. "I'm glad to
give it up. Mr. Graham seemed to think I was made of iron, and I
could work like a machine, without getting tired. I hope he pays you
more than a dollar and a half a week."
"He has agreed to pay me three dollars," said Herbert.
Tom whistled in genuine amazement.
"What! has the old man lost his senses?" he exclaimed. "He must be
crazy to offer such wages as that."
"He didn't offer them. I told him I wouldn't come for less."
"I don't see how he came to pay such a price."
"Because he wanted me to take care of the post office. I know all
about it, and he doesn't."
"As soon as he learns, he will reduce your wages."
"Then I shall leave him."
"Well, I hope you'll like store work better than I do."
The next two or three days were spent in removing the post office
to one corner of Eben-ezer Graham's store. The removal was
superintended by Herbert, who was not interfered with to any extent
by his employer, nor required to do much work in the store. Our hero
was agreeably surprised, and began to think he should get along
better than he anticipated.
At the end of the first week the storekeeper, while they were
closing the shutters, said: "I expect, Herbert, you'd just as lieves
take your pay in groceries and goods from the store?"
"No, sir," answered Herbert, "I prefer to be paid in money, and to
pay for such goods as we buy."
"I don't see what odds it makes to you," said Ebenezer. "It comes
to the same thing, doesn't it?"
"Then if it comes to the same thing," retorted Herbert, "why do you
want to pay me in goods?"
"Ahem! It saves trouble. I'll just charge everything you buy, and
give you the balance Saturday night."
"I should prefer the money, Mr. Graham," said Herbert, firmly.
So the storekeeper, considerably against his will, drew three
dollars in bills from the drawer and handed them to his young clerk.
"It's a good deal of money, Herbert," he said, "for a boy. There
ain't many men would pay you such a good salary."
"I earn every cent of it, Mr. Graham," said Herbert, whose views on
the salary question differed essentially from those of his employer.
The next morning Mr. Graham received a letter which evidently
disturbed him. Before referring to its contents, it is necessary to
explain that he had one son, nineteen years of age, who had gone to
Boston two years previous, to take a place in a dry-goods store on
Washington Street. Ebenezer Graham, Jr., or Eben, as he was generally
called, was, in some respects, like his father. He had the same
features, and was quite as mean, so far as others were concerned, but
willing to spend money for his own selfish pleasures. He was fond of
playing pool, and cards, and had contracted a dangerous fondness for
whisky, which consumed all the money he could spare from necessary
expenses, and even more, so that, as will presently appear, he failed
to meet his board bills regularly. Eben had served an apprenticeship
in his father's store, having been, in fact, Tom Tripp's predecessor;
he tired of his father's strict discipline, and the small pay out of
which he was required to purchase his clothes, and went to Boston to
seek a wider sphere.
To do Eben justice, it must be admitted that he had good business
capacity, and if he had been able, like his father, to exercise
self-denial, and make money-getting his chief enjoyment, he would no
doubt have become a rich man in time. As it was, whenever he could
make his companions pay for his pleasures, he did so.
I now come to the letter which had brought disquietude to the
It ran thus:
"DEAR SIR: I understand that you are the father of Mr. Eben Graham,
who has been a boarder at my house for the last six months. I regret
to trouble you, but he is now owing me six weeks board, and I cannot
get a cent out of him, though he knows I am a poor widow, dependent
on my board money for my rent and house expenses. As he is a minor,
the law makes you responsible for his bills, and, though I dislike to
trouble you, I am obliged, in justice to myself, to ask you to settle
his board bill, which I inclose.
"You will do me a great favor if you will send me the
amount—thirty dollars—within a week, as my rent is coming due.
"Yours respectfully, SUSAN JONES."
The feelings of a man like Ebenezer Graham can be imagined when he
read this unpleasant missive.
"Thirty dollars!" he groaned. "What can the graceless boy be
thinking of, to fool away his money, and leave his bills to be
settled by me. If this keeps on, I shall be ruined! It's too bad,
when I am slaving here, for Eben to waste my substance on riotous
living. I've a great mind to disown him. Let him go his own way, and
fetch up in the poorhouse, if he chooses."
But it is not easy for a man to cast off an only son, even though
he is as poorly supplied with natural affections as Ebenezer Graham.
Besides, Eben's mother interceded for him, and the father, in
bitterness of spirit, was about to mail a registered letter to Mrs.
Jones, when the cause of his anguish suddenly made his appearance in
"How are you, father?" he said, nonchalantly, taking a cigar from
his mouth. "Didn't expect to see me, did you?"
"What brings you here, Eben?" asked Mr. Graham, uneasily.
"Well, the cars brought me to Stockton, and I've walked the rest of
"I've heard of you," said his father, frowning. "I got a letter
last night from Mrs. Jones."
"She said she was going to write," said Eben, shrugging his
"How came it," said his father, his voice trembling with anger,
"that you haven't paid your board bill for six weeks?"
"I didn't have the money," said Eben, with a composure which was
positively aggravating to his father.
"And why didn't you have the money? Your wages are ample to pay all
"It costs more money to live in Boston than you think for, father."
"Don't you get ten dollars a week, sir? At your age I got only
seven, and saved two dollars a week."
"You didn't live in Boston, father."
"I didn't smoke cigars," said his father, angrily, as he fixed his
eye on the one his son was smoking. "How much did you pay for that
"You're mistaken, father. It's a very good article. I paid eight
dollars a hundred."
"Eight dollars a hundred!" gasped Mr. Graham. "No wonder you can't
pay your board bill—I can't afford to spend my money on cigars."
"Oh, yes, you can, father, if you choose. Why, you're a rich man."
"A rich man!" repeated Mr. Graham, nervously. "It would take a rich
man to pay your bills. But you haven't told me why you have come
"I lost my situation, father—some meddlesome fellow told my
employer that I occasionally played a game of pool, and my tailor
came to the store and dunned me; so old Boggs gave me a long lecture
and my walking papers, and here I am."
Ebenezer Graham was sorely troubled, and, though he isn't a
favorite of mine, I confess, that in this matter he has my sincere
CHAPTER IV. HERBERT LOSES HIS PLACE.
Ebenezer Graham with some difficulty ascertained from Eben that he
had other bills, amounting in the aggregate to forty-seven dollars.
This added to the board bill, made a total of seventy-seven dollars.
Mr. Graham's face elongated perceptibly.
"That is bad enough," he said; "but you have lost your income also,
and that makes matters worse. Isn't there a chance of the firm taking
"No, sir," replied the prodigal. "You see, we had a flare up, and I
expressed my opinion of them pretty plainly. They wouldn't take me
back if I'd come for nothing."
"And they won't give you a recommendation, either?" said Ebenezer,
with a half groan.
"No, sir; I should say not."
"So you have ruined your prospects so far as Boston is concerned,"
said his father, bitterly. "May I ask how you expect to get along?"
"I have a plan," said Eben, with cheerful confidence.
"What is it?"
"I would like to go to California. If I can't get any situation in
San Francisco, I can go to the mines."
"Very fine, upon my word!" said his father, sarcastically. "And how
do you propose to get to California?"
"I can go either by steamer, across the isthmus, or over the Union
"That isn't what I mean. Where are you to get the money to pay your
"I suppose you will supply that," said Eben.
"You do? Well, it strikes me you have some assurance," ejaculated
Mr. Graham. "You expect me to advance hundreds of dollars, made by
working early and late, to support a spendthrift son!"
"I'll pay you back as soon as I am able," said Eben, a little
"No doubt! You'd pay me in the same way you pay your board bills,"
said Ebenezer, who may be excused for the sneer. "I can invest my
money to better advantage than upon you."
"Then, if you will not do that," said Eben, sullenly, "I will leave
you to suggest a plan."
"There is only one plan I can think of, Eben. Go back to your old
place in the store. I will dismiss the Carr boy, and you can attend
to the post office, and do the store work."
"What, go back to tending a country grocery, after being a salesman
in a city store!" exclaimed Eben, disdainfully.
"Yes, it seems the only thing you have left. It's your own fault
that you are not still a salesman in the city."
Eben took the cigar from his mouth, and thought rapidly.
"Well," he said, after a pause, "if I agree to do this, what will
you pay me?"
"What will I pay you?"
"Yes, will you pay me ten dollars a week—the same as I got at
"Ten dollars a week!" ejaculated Ebenezer, "I don't get any more
than that myself."
"I guess there's a little mistake in your calculations, father,"
said Eben, significantly. "If you don't make at least forty dollars a
week, including the post office, then I am mistaken."
"So you are—ridiculously mistaken!" said his father, sharply.
"What you presume is entirely out of the question. You forget that you
will be getting your board, and Tom Tripp only received a dollar and
a half a week without board."
"Is that all you pay to Herbert Carr?"
"I pay him a leetle more," admitted Ebenezer.
"What will you give me?"
"I'll give you your board and clothes," said Ebenezer, "and that
seems to be more than you made in Boston."
"Are you in earnest?" asked Eben, in genuine dismay.
"Certainly. It isn't a bad offer, either."
"Do you suppose a young man like me can get along without money?"
"You ought to get along without money for the next two years, after
the sums you've wasted in Boston. It will cripple me to pay your
bills," and the storekeeper groaned at the thought of the inroads the
payment would make on his bank account.
"You're poorer than I thought, if seventy-five dollars will cripple
you," said Eben, who knew his father's circumstances too well to be
moved by this representation.
"I shall be in the poorhouse before many years if I undertake to
pay all your bills, Eben."
After all, this was not, perhaps, an exaggeration, for a
spendthrift son can get through a great deal of money.
"I can't get along without money, father," said Eben, decidedly.
"How can I buy cigars, let alone other things?"
"I don't want you to smoke cigars. You'll be a great deal better
off without them," said his father, sharply.
"I understand; it's necessary to my health," said Eben, rather
"You won't smoke at my expense," said Ebenezer, decidedly. "I don't
smoke myself, and I never knew any good come of it."
"All the same, I must have some money. What will people say about a
young man of my age not having a cent in his pocket? They think my
father is very mean."
"I'll allow you fifty cents a week," said Mr. Graham, after a
"That won't do! You seem to think I am only six or seven years
Finally, after considerable haggling, Mr. Graham agreed to pay his
son a dollar and a half a week, in cash, besides board and clothes.
He reflected that he should be obliged to board and clothe his son at
any rate, and should save a dollar and a half from Herbert's wages.
"Well," he said, "when will you be ready to go to work?"
"I must have a few days to loaf, father. I have been hard at work
for a long time, and need some rest."
"Then you can begin next Monday morning. I'll get Herbert to show
you how to prepare the mail, so that you won't have any trouble about
the post-office work."
"By the way, father, how do you happen to have the post office? I
thought Mrs. Carr was to carry it on."
"So she did, for a time, but a woman ain't fit for a public
position of that kind. So I applied for the position, and got it."
"What's Mrs. Carr going to do?"
"She's got her pension," said Ebenezer, shortly.
"Eight dollars a month, isn't it?"
"That ain't much to support a family."
"She'll have to do something else, then, I suppose."
"There isn't much to do in Wayneboro."
"That isn't my lookout. She can take in sewing, or washing,"
suggested Ebenezer, who did not trouble himself much about the care
of his neighbors. "Besides there's Herbert—he can earn something."
"But I'm to take his place."
"Oh well, I ain't under any obligations to provide them a livin'.
I've got enough to take care of myself and my family."
"You'd better have let her keep the post office," said Eben. He was
not less selfish than his father, but then his own interests were not
concerned. He would not have scrupled, in his father's case, to do
precisely the same.
"It's lucky I've got a little extra income," said Ebenezer,
bitterly; "now I've got your bills to pay."
"I suppose I shall have to accept your offer, father," said Eben,
"for the present; but I hope you'll think better of my California
plan after a while. Why, there's a fellow I know went out there last
year, went up to the mines, and now he's worth five thousand
"Then he must be a very different sort of a person from you,"
retorted his father, sagaciously. "You would never succeed there, if
you can't in Boston."
"I've never had a chance to try," grumbled Eben.
There was sound sense in what his father said. Failure at home is
very likely to be followed by failure away from home. There have been
cases that seemed to disprove my assertion, but in such cases failure
has only been changed into success by earnest work. I say to my young
readers, therefore, never give up a certainty at home to tempt the
chances of success in a distant State, unless you are prepared for
When the engagement had been made with Eben, Mr. Graham called
Herbert to his presence.
"Herbert," said he, "I won't need you after Saturday night. My son
is going into the store, and will do all I require. You can tell him
how to prepare the mails, et cetery."
"Very well, sir," answered Herbert. It was not wholly a surprise,
but it was a disappointment, for he did not know how he could make
three dollars a week in any other way, unless he left Wayneboro.
CHAPTER V. EBEN'S SCHEME.
Saturday night came, and with it the end of Herbert's engagement in
the post office.
He pocketed the three dollars which his employer grudgingly gave
him, and set out on his way home.
"Wait a minute, Herbert," said Eben. "I'll walk with you."
Herbert didn't care much for Eben's company but he was too polite
to say so. He waited therefore, till Eben appeared with hat and cane.
"I'm sorry to cut you out of your place, Herbert," said the young
"Thank you," answered Herbert.
"It isn't my fault, for I don't want to go into the store,"
proceeded Eben. "A fellow that's stood behind the counter in a city
store is fit for something better, but it's the old man's fault."
Herbert made no comment, and Eben proceeded:
"Yes," said he, "it's the old man's fault. He's awfully stingy, you
know that yourself."
Herbert did know it, but thought it would not be in good taste to
"I suppose Wayneboro is rather dull for you after living in the
city," he remarked.
"I should say so. This village is a dull hole, and yet father
expects me to stay here cooped up in a little country store. I won't
stay here long, you may be sure of that."
"Where will you go?"
"I don't know yet. I want to go to California, but I can't unless
the old man comes down with the requisite amount of tin. You'll soon
have your situation back again. I won't stand in your way."
"I'm not very particular about going back," said Herbert, "but I
must find something to do."
"Just so!" said Eben. "The place will do well enough for a boy like
you, but I am a young man, and entitled to look higher. By the way,
I've got something in view that may bring me in five thousand dollars
within a month."
Herbert stared at his companion in surprise, not knowing any short
cut to wealth.
"Do you mean it?" he asked, incredulously.
"Yes," said Eben.
"I suppose you don't care to tell what it is?"
"Oh, I don't mind—it's a lottery."
"Oh!" said Herbert, in a tone of disappointment.
"Yes," answered Eben. "You may think lotteries are a fraud and all
that, but I know a man in Boston who drew last month a prize of
fifteen thousand dollars. The ticket only cost him a dollar. What do
you say to that?"
"Such cases can't be very common," said Herbert, who had a good
share of common sense.
"Not so uncommon as you think," returned Eben, nodding. "I don't
mean to say that many draw prizes as large as that, but there are
other prizes of five thousand dollars, and one thousand, and so on.
It would be very comfortable to draw a prize of even five hundred,
wouldn't it now?"
Herbert admitted that it would.
"I'd send for a ticket by Monday morning's mail," continued Eben,
"if I wasn't so hard up. The old man's mad because I ran into debt,
and he won't give me a cent. Will you do me a favor?"
"What is it?" asked Herbert, cautiously.
"Lend me two dollars. You've got it, I know, because you were paid
off to-night. I would send for two tickets, and agree to give you
quarter of what I draw. Isn't that fair?"
"It may be," said Herbert, "but I haven't any money to lend."
"You have three dollars in your pocket at this moment."
"Yes, but it isn't mine. I must hand it to mother."
"And give up the chance of winning a prize. I'll promise to give
you half of whatever I draw, besides paying back the money."
"Thank you, but I can't spare the money."
"You are getting as miserly as the old man," said Eben, with a
"Eben," said Herbert, seriously, "you don't seem to understand our
position. Mother has lost the post office, and has but eight dollars
a month income. I've earned three dollars this week, but next week I
may earn nothing. You see, I can't afford to spend money for lottery
"Suppose by your caution you lose five hundred dollars. Nothing
risk, nothing gain!"
"I have no money to risk," said Herbert, firmly.
"Oh, well, do as you please!" said Eben, evidently disappointed. "I
thought I'd make you the offer, because I should like to see you win
a big prize."
"Thank you for your friendly intention," said Herbert, "but I am
afraid there are a good many more blanks than prizes. If there were
not, it wouldn't pay the lottery men to carry on the business."
This was common sense, and I cannot forbear at this point to press
it upon the attention of my young reader. Of all schemes of gaining
wealth, about the most foolish is spending money for lottery tickets.
It has been estimated by a sagacious writer that there is about as
much likelihood of drawing a large prize in a lottery as of being
struck by lightning and that, let us hope, is very small.
"I guess I won't go any farther," said Eben, abruptly, having
become convinced that Herbert could not be prevailed upon to lend him
"Good-night, then," said Herbert "Good-night."
"Well, mother, I'm out of work," said Herbert, as he entered the
little sitting room, and threw down his week's wages. Our young hero
was of a cheerful temperament but he looked and felt sober when he
"But for the Grahams we should have a comfortable living," the boy
proceeded. "First, the father took away the post office from you, and
now the son has robbed me of my place."
"Don't be discouraged, Herbert," said his mother. "God will find us
a way out of our troubles."
Herbert had been trained to have a reverence for religion, and had
faith in the providential care of his heavenly Father, and his
mother's words recalled his cheerfulness.
"You are right, mother," he said, more hopefully. "I was feeling
low-spirited to-night, but I won't feel so any more. I don't see how
we are to live, but I won't let it trouble me tonight."
"Let us do our part, and leave the rest to God," said Mrs. Carr.
"He won't support us in idleness, but I am sure that in some way
relief will come if we are ready to help ourselves."
"God helps them that help themselves," repeated Herbert.
"Exactly so. To-morrow is Sunday, and we won't let any worldly
anxieties spoil that day for us. When Monday comes, we will think
over what is best to be done."
The next day Herbert and his mother attended church in neat
apparel, and those who saw their cheerful faces were not likely to
guess the serious condition of their affairs. They were not in debt,
to be sure, but, unless employment came soon, they were likely to be
ere long, for they had barely enough money ahead to last them two
Monday morning came, and brought its burden of care.
"I wish there was a factory in Wayneboro," said Herbert. "I am told
that boys of my age sometimes earn six or seven dollars a week."
"I have heard so. Here there seems nothing, except working on a
"And the farmers expect boys to take their pay principally in
"That is a consideration, but, if possible, I hope we shall not be
separated at meals."
"I will try other things first," said Herbert. "How would you like
some fish for dinner, mother? My time isn't of any particular value,
and I might as well go fishing."
"Do so, Herbert. It will save our buying meat, which, indeed, we
can hardly afford to do."
Herbert felt that anything was better than idleness, so he took his
pole from the shed, and, after digging a supply of bait, set out for
the banks of the river half a mile away.
Through a grassy lane leading from the main street, he walked down
to the river with the pole on his shoulder.
He was not destined to solitude, for under a tree whose branches
hung over the river sat a young man, perhaps twenty-five years of
age, with a book in his hand.
CHAPTER VI. HERBERT'S GOOD LUCK.
"Good-morning," said the young man, pleasantly.
"Good-morning," answered Herbert, politely.
He recognized the young man, though he had never seen him before,
as a visitor from the city, who was boarding at the hotel, if the
village tavern could be so designated. He seemed to be a studious
young man, for he always had a book in his hand. He had a pleasant
face, but was pale and slender, and was evidently in poor health.
"I see you are going to try your luck at fishing," said the young
"Yes, sir; I have nothing else to do, and that brings me here."
"I, too, have nothing else to do; but I judge from your appearance
that you have not the same reason for being idle."
"What is that, sir?"
"No, sir; I have never been troubled in that way."
"You are fortunate. Health is a blessing not to be overestimated.
It is better than money."
"I suppose it is, sir; but at present I think I should value a
"Are you in want of it?" asked the young man, earnestly.
"Yes, sir; I have just lost my place in the post office."
"I think I have seen you in the post office."
"Yes, sir; my mother had charge of the office till two weeks since,
when it was transferred to Mr. Graham. He employed me to attend to
the duties, and serve the customers in the store, till Saturday
night, when I was succeeded by his son, who had just returned from
"Your mother is a widow, is she not?"
"I know where you live; I have had it pointed out to me. Your
father served in the war, did he not?"
"Yes, sir; and the injuries he received hastened his death."
The young man looked thoughtful. Then he said: "How much did Mr.
Graham pay you for your services?"
"Three dollars a week."
"That was not—excuse the question—all you and your mother had to
depend upon, was it?"
"Not quite; mother receives a pension of eight dollars per month."
"Five dollars a week altogether—that is very little."
"It is only two dollars now, sir."
"True; but you have health and strength, and those will bring
money. In one respect you are more fortunate than I. You have a
mother—I have neither father nor mother."
"I'm sorry for you, sir."
"Thank you; anyone is to be pitied who has lost his parents. Now,
as I have asked about your affairs, it is only fair that I should tell
you about myself. To begin with, I am rich. Don't look envious, for
there is something to counterbalance. I am of feeble constitution,
and the doctors say that my lungs are affected. I have studied law,
but the state of my health has obliged me to give up, for the present
at least, the practice of my profession."
"But if you are rich you do not need to practice," said Herbert,
who may be excused for still thinking his companion's lot a happy one.
"No, I do not need to practice my profession, so far as the earning
of money is concerned; but I want something to occupy my mind. The
doctors say I ought to take considerable out-door exercise; but I
suppose my physical condition makes me indolent, for my chief
exercise has been, thus far, to wander to the banks of the river and
read under the trees."
"That isn't very severe exercise," said Herbert, smiling.
"No; still it keeps me out in the open air, and that is something.
Now tell me, what are your plans?"
"My hope is to find something to do that will enable me to help
mother; but there doesn't seem much chance of finding anything in
Wayneboro. Do you think I could get a place in the city?"
"You might; but even if you did, you would find it difficult to
earn your own living, and there would be no chance of your helping
Herbert, though naturally sanguine and hopeful, looked sober. Just
then he had a bite, and drew out a good-sized pickerel. This gave a
new direction to his thoughts, and he exclaimed, triumphantly:
"Look at this pickerel! He must weigh over two pounds."
"All of that," said the young man, rising and examining the fish
with interest. "Let me use your pole, and see what luck I have."
The young man, some ten minutes later, succeeded in catching a
smaller pickerel, perhaps half the size of Herbert's.
"That will do for me," he said, "though it doesn't come up to your
For two hours Herbert and his friend alternately used the pole, and
the result was quite a handsome lot of fish.
"You have more fish than you want," said the young man. "You had
better bring what you don't want to the hotel. I heard the landlord
say he would like to buy some."
"That would suit me," said Herbert. "If he wants fish, I want
"Come along with me, then. Really, I don't know when I have passed
a forenoon so pleasantly. Usually I get tired of my own company, and
the day seems long to me. I believe I see my way clear to a better
way of spending my time. You say you want a place. How would you like
me for an employer?"
"I am sure I should like you, but you are not in any business."
"No," said the young man, smiling; "or, rather, my business is the
pursuit of health and pleasure just now. In that I think you can help
"I shall be very glad to, if I can, Mr.—-"
"My name is George Melville. Let me explain my idea to you. I want
your company to relieve my solitude. In your company I shall have
enterprise enough to go hunting and fishing, and follow out in good
faith my doctor's directions. What do you say?"
"I would like that better than being in the post office," he said.
"It would seem like being paid for having a good time."
"How much would you consider your services worth?" asked Mr.
"I am content to leave that to you," said Herbert.
"Suppose we say six dollars a week, then?"
"Six dollars a week!" exclaimed Herbert, amazed.
"Isn't that enough?" asked Melville, smiling.
"It is more than I can earn. Mr. Graham thought he was over-paying
me with three dollars a week."
"You will find me a different man from Mr. Graham, Herbert. I am
aware that six dollars is larger pay than is generally given to boys
of your age. But I can afford to pay it, and I have no doubt you will
find the money useful."
"It will quite set us on our feet again, Mr. Melville," said
Herbert, earnestly. "You are very generous."
"Oh, you don't know what a hard taskmaster you may find me," said
the young man, playfully. "By the way, I consider that you have
already entered upon your duties. To-day is the first day. Now come
to the hotel with me, and see what you can get for the fish. I happen
to know that two of the guests, a lady and her daughter, are anxious
for a good fish dinner and, as there is no market here, I think the
landlord will be glad to buy from you."
Mr. Melville was right. Mr. Barton, the landlord, purchased the
fish that Herbert had to sell, for sixty cents, which he promptly
"Don't that pay you for your morning's work?" asked Melville.
"I don't know but the money ought to go to you, Mr. Melville," said
Herbert, "as I am now in your employ. Besides, you caught a part of
"I waive all claim to compensation," said the young man, "though it
would be a novel sensation to receive money for services rendered.
What will you say, Herbert, when I tell you that I never earned a
dollar in my life?"
Herbert looked incredulous.
"It is really true," said George Melville, "my life has been passed
at school and college, and I have never had occasion to work for
"You are in luck, then."
"I don't know that; I think those who work for the money they
receive are happy. Tell me, now, don't you feel more satisfaction in
the sixty cents you have just been paid because you have earned it?"
"I thought so. The happiest men are those who are usefully
employed. Don't forget that, and never sigh for the opportunity to
lead an idle life. But I suppose your dinner is ready. You may go
home, and come back at three o'clock."
"Very well, sir."
Herbert made good time going home. He was eager to tell his mother
the good news of his engagement.
CHAPTER VII. EBEN GROWS ENVIOUS.
"Well, mother," said Herbert, as he entered the house, "I have
brought you enough fish for dinner."
"I waited to see what luck you would have, Herbert, and therefore
have not got dinner ready. You will have to wait a little while."
"I shall be all the hungrier, mother," said Herbert,
Mrs. Carr could not help noticing the beaming look on her som's
"You look as if you had received a legacy, Herbert," she said.
"There it is," he said, displaying the sixty cents he had received
from the landlord.
"There are ten cents more than I should have received for a whole
day's work at the store," he said.
"Where did you get it, Herbert?"
"I sold a mess of fish to Mr. Barton, of the hotel."
"You must have had good luck in fishing," said his mother, looking
"I had help, mother. Mr. Melville, the young man from the city, who
boards at the hotel, helped me fish."
"Well, Herbert, you have made a good beginning. I couldn't help
feeling a little depressed when you left me this morning, reflecting
that we had but my pension to depend upon. It seemed so unlucky that
Eben Graham should have come home just at this time to deprive you of
your place in the store."
"It was a piece of good luck for me, mother."
"I don't see how," said Mrs. Carr, naturally puzzled.
"Because I have a better situation already."
Then Herbert, who had been saving the best news for the last, told
his mother of his engagement as Mr. Melville's companion, and the
handsome compensation he was to receive.
"Six dollars a week!" repeated his mother. "That is indeed
generous. Herbert, we did well to trust in Providence."
"Yes, mother; and we have not trusted in vain."
After dinner Herbert did some chores for his mother, and then went
to the hotel to meet his new employer. He found him occupying a large
and pleasant room on the second floor. The table near the window was
covered with books, and there were some thirty or forty volumes
arranged on shelves.
"I always bring books with me, Herbert," said the young man. "I am
very fond of reading, and hitherto I have occupied too much time,
perhaps, in that way—too much, because it has interfered with
necessary exercise. Hereafter I shall devote my forenoon to some kind
of outdoor exercise in your company, and in the afternoon you can read
to me, or we can converse."
"Shall I read to you now, Mr. Melville?" asked Herbert.
"Yes; here is a recent magazine. I will select an article for you
to read. It will rest my eyes, and besides it is pleasanter to have a
companion than to read one's self."
The article was one that interested Herbert as well as Mr.
Melville, and he was surprised when he had finished to find that it
was nearly five o'clock.
"Didn't the reading tire you, Herbert?" asked Melville.
"No, sir; not at all."
"It is evident that your lungs are stronger than mine."
At five o'clock Melville dismissed his young companion.
"Do you wish me to come this evening?" asked Herbert.
"Oh, no. I wouldn't think of taking up your evenings."
"At the post office I had to stay till eight o'clock."
"Probably it was necessary there; I won't task you so much."
"When shall I come to-morrow?"
"At nine o'clock."
"That isn't very early," said Herbert, smiling.
"No, I don't get up very early. My health won't allow me to
cultivate early rising. I shall not be through breakfast much before
"I see you don't mean to overwork me, Mr. Melville."
"No, for it would involve overworking myself."
"I shall certainly have an easy time," thought Herbert, as he
He reflected with satisfaction that he was being paid at the rate
of a dollar a day, which was quite beyond anything he had ever before
earned. Indeed, to-day he had earned sixty cents besides. The sum
received for the fish.
After supper Herbert went to the store to purchase some articles
for his mother. He was waited on by Mr. Graham in person. As the
articles called for would amount to nearly one dollar, the
storekeeper said, cautiously: "Of course, you are prepared to pay
"Certainly, sir," returned Herbert.
"I mentioned it because I knew your income was small," said
"It is more than it was last week," said Herbert, rather enjoying
the prospect of surprising the storekeeper.
"Why, you ain't found anything to do, have you?" asked Mr. Graham,
his face indicating curiosity.
"Yes, sir; I am engaged as companion by Mr. Melville, who is
staying at the hotel."
"I don't know what he wants of a companion," said the storekeeper,
with that disposition to criticise the affairs of his neighbors often
found in country places.
"He thinks he needs one," answered Herbert.
"And how much does he pay you now?" queried Ebenezer.
"Six dollars a week."
"You don't mean it!" ejaculated the storekeeper. "Why, the man must
"I don't think he is," said Herbert, smiling.
"Got plenty of money, I take it?" continued Ebenezer, who had a
good share of curiosity.
"Yes; he tells me he is rich."
"How much money has he got?"
"He didn't tell me that."
"Well, I declare! You're lucky, that's a fact!"
There was an interested listener to this conversation in the person
of Eben, who had been in the store all day, taking Herbert's place.
As we know, the position by no means suited the young man. He had
been employed in a store in Boston, and to come back to a small
country grocery might certainly be considered a descent. Besides, the
small compensation allowed him was far from satisfying Eben.
He was even more dissatisfied when he learned how fortunate Herbert
was. To be selected as a companion by a rich young man was just what
he would have liked himself, and he flattered himself that he should
make a more desirable companion than a mere boy like Herbert.
As our hero was leaving the store, Eben called him back.
"What was that you were telling father about going round with a
young man from the city?" he asked.
Herbert repeated it.
"And he pays you six dollars a week?" asked Eben, enviously.
"Yes; of course, I shouldn't have asked so much, but he fixed the
"You think he is very rich?" said Eben, thoughtfully.
"Yes, I think so."
"What a splendid chance it would be for me!" thought Eben. "If I
could get intimate with a man like that, he might set me up in
business some day; perhaps take me to Europe, or round the world!"
"How much of the time do you expect to be with this Mr. Melville?" he
Herbert answered the question.
"Does he seem like a man easy to get along with?"
"Very much so."
Eben inwardly decided that, if he could, he would oust Herbert from
his desirable place, and substitute himself. It was a very mean
thought, but Eben inherited meanness from his father.
"Herbert," he said, "will you do me a favor?"
"What is it?" asked our hero.
"Will you take my place in the store this evening? I am not feeling
well, and want to take a walk."
"Yes," answered Herbert, "as soon as I have run home to tell mother
where I am."
"That's a good fellow. You shan't lose anything by it. I'll give
you ten cents."
"You needn't pay me anything, Eben. I'll do it as a favor."
"You're a trump, Herbert. Come back as soon as you can."
When Eben was released from the store, he went over to the hotel,
and inquired for Mr. Melville, leaving his unsuspecting young
substitute in the post office.
CHAPTER VIII. EBEN'S ASSURANCE.
"A young man wishes to see you, Mr. Melville," said the servant.
George Melville looked up in some surprise from his book, and said:
"You may show him up."
"It must be Herbert," he thought.
But when the door was opened, and the visitor shown in, Mr.
Melville found it was an older person than Herbert. Eben, for it was
he, distorted his mean features into what he regarded as a pleasant
smile, and, without waiting to receive a welcome, came forward with
"I believe you are Mr. Melville," he said, inquiringly.
"Yes, that is my name," said Melville, looking puzzled; "I don't
remember you. Have I met you before?"
"You saw me in father's store, very likely," said Eben. "I am Eben
Graham, son of Ebenezer Graham, the postmaster."
"Indeed! That accounts for your face looking familiar. You resemble
your father very closely."
"I'm a chip off the old block with modern improvements," said Eben,
smirking. "Father's always lived in the country, and he ain't very
stylish. I've been employed in Boston for a couple of years past, and
got a little city polish."
"You don't show much of it," thought Melville, but he refrained
from saying so.
"So you have come home to assist your father," he said, politely.
"Well, no, not exactly," answered Eben, "I feel that a country
store isn't my sphere."
"Then you propose to go back to the city?"
"Probably I shall do so eventually, but I may stay here in
Wayneboro a while if I can make satisfactory arrangements. I assure
you that it was not my wish to take Herbert Carr's place."
"Herbert told me that you had assumed his duties."
"It is only ad interim. I assure you, it is only ad interim. I am
quite ready to give back the place to Herbert, who is better suited
to it than I."
"I wonder what the fellow is driving at," thought Melville. Eben
did not long leave him in doubt.
"Herbert tells me that he has made an engagement with you,"
continued Eben, desiring to come to his business as soon as possible.
"Yes, we have made a mutual arrangement."
"Of course, it is very nice for him; and so I told him."
"I think I am quite as much a gainer by it as he is," said
"Herbert was right. He is easily suited," said Eben, to himself.
"Of course," Eben added, clearing his throat, "Herbert isn't so
much of a companion to you as if he were a few years older."
"I don't know that; it seems to me that he is a very pleasant
companion, young as he is."
"To be sure, Herbert is a nice boy, and father was glad to help him
along by giving him a place, with a larger salary than he ever paid
"What is he driving at?" thought Melville.
"To come to the point, Mr. Melville," said Eben, "I have made bold
to call upon you to suggest a little difference in your
"Indeed!" said Melville, coldly. Though he had no idea what his
singular visitor was about to propose, it struck him emphatically
that Eben was interfering in an unwarrantable manner with his
"You see," continued Eben, "I'm a good deal nearer your age than
Herbert, and I've had the advantage of residing in the city, which
Herbert hasn't, and naturally should be more company to you. Then,
again, Herbert could do the work in the post office and store, which
I am doing, nearly as well as I can. I'll undertake to get father to
give him back his place, and then I shall be happy to make an
arrangement with you to go hunting and fishing, or anything else that
you choose. I am sure I should enjoy your company, Mr. Melville,"
concluded Eben, rubbing his hands complacently and surveying George
Melville with an insinuating smile.
"You have certainly taken considerable trouble to arrange this
matter for me," said Melville, with a sarcasm which Eben did not
"Oh, no trouble at all!" said Eben, cheerfully. "You see, the idea
came into my head when Herbert told me of his arrangements with you,
and I thought I'd come and see you about it."
"Did you mention it to Herbert?" asked George Melville, with some
"Well, no, I didn't. I didn't know how Herbert would look at it. I
got Herbert to take my place in the store while I ran over to see you
about the matter. By the way, though I am some years older than
Herbert, I shan't ask more than you pay him. In fact, I am willing to
leave the pay to your liberality."
"You are very considerate!" said Melville, hardly knowing whether
to be amused or provoked by the cool assurance of his visitor.
"Oh, not at all!" returned Eben, complacently. "I guess I've
fetched him!" he reflected, looking at Mr. Melville through his small,
"You have certainly surprised me very much, Mr. Graham," said
Melville, "by the nature of your suggestion. I won't take into
consideration the question whether you have thought more of your own
pleasure or mine. So far as the latter is concerned, you have made a
mistake in supposing that Herbert's youth is any drawback to his
qualification as a companion. Indeed, his youth and cheerful
temperament make him more attractive in my eyes. I hope, Mr. Graham,
you will excuse me for saying that he suits me better than you
Eben's countenance fell, and he looked quite discomfited and
"I didn't suppose a raw, country boy would be likely to suit a
gentleman of taste, who has resided in the city," he said, with
"Then you will have a chance to correct your impression," said
Melville, with a slight smile.
"Then you don't care to accept my offer?" said Eben, regretfully.
"Thank you, no. If you will excuse me for suggesting it, Mr.
Graham, it would have been more considerate for you to have apprised
Herbert of your object in asking him to take your place this evening.
Probably he had no idea that you meant to supersede him with me."
Eben tossed his head.
"You mustn't think, Mr. Melville," he said, "that I was after the
extra pay. Six dollars doesn't seem much to me. I was earning ten
dollars a week in Boston, and if I had stayed, should probably have
been raised to twelve."
"So that you were really consenting to a sacrifice in offering to
enter my employment at six dollars a week?"
"Then I am all the more convinced that I have decided for the best
in retaining Herbert. I do not wish to interfere with your prospects
in the city."
"Oh, as for that," said Eben, judging that he had gone too far, "I
don't care to go back to the city just yet. I've been confined pretty
steadily, and a few weeks in the country, hunting and fishing, will do
George Melville bowed, but said nothing.
Eben felt that he had no excuse for staying longer, and reluctantly
"If you should think better of what I've proposed," he said, "you
can let me know."
"I will do so," said Melville.
"He's rather a queer young man," muttered Eben, as he descended the
stairs. "It's funny that he should prefer a country boy like Herbert
to a young man like me who's seen life, and got some city polish—at
the same price, too! He don't seem to see his own interest. I'm
sorry, for it would have been a good deal more interesting to me,
going round with him a few hours a day, than tending store for
father. There's one thing sure, I won't do it long. I'm fitted for a
higher position than that, I hope."
"For downright impudence and cool assurance, I think that young man
will bear off the palm," thought George Melville, as his unwelcome
visitor left the room. "Herbert is in no danger from him. It would
probably surprise him if he knew that I should consider his company
as an intolerable bore. I will tell Herbert to-morrow the good turn
his friend has tried to do him."
CHAPTER IX. THE SOLITARY FARMHOUSE.
If Eben had been sensitive, the cool reception which he met with at
the hands of Mr. Melville would have disturbed him. As it was, he
felt angry and disappointed, and desirous of "coming up with"
Herbert, as he expressed it, though it was hard to see in what way
the boy had injured him. It did not seem quite clear at present how
he was to punish Herbert, but he only waited for an occasion.
When Herbert learned, the next morning, from Mr. Melville, in what
manner Eben had tried to undermine him, and deprive him of his
situation, he was naturally indignant.
"I didn't think Eben Graham could be so mean," he exclaimed.
"It was certainly a mean thing to do, Herbert," said George
Melville; "but you can afford to treat young Graham with contempt, as
he has been unable to do you any injury."
"What shall we do this morning, Mr. Melville?" asked Herbert.
"I should like a row on the river," said Melville. "Do you know of
any boat we can have?"
"Walter Ingalls has a boat; I think we can hire that."
"Do you know him?"
"Then you may go and ascertain whether we can have it, or I will go
with you to avoid loss of time."
The boat was readily loaned, and the two were soon on the river.
Mr. Melville first took the oars, but he was quickly fatigued, and
resigned them to Herbert, who was strong and muscular for his age. As
his companion observed his strong and steady strokes, he said:
"Herbert, I am disposed to envy you your strength and endurance. I
get tired very easily."
"Were you not strong when a boy?" asked Herbert.
"I never had much endurance. My mother had a feeble constitution
and was consumptive, and I inherit something of her weakness."
"It is fortunate that you have money, Mr. Melville, so that you are
not obliged to work."
"True; but I would give half my fortune to be strong and well."
Herbert noticed the hectic flush upon Mr. Melville's cheeks, and
his white, transparent hands, and his sympathy was aroused.
"I see," he said, thoughtfully, "that I am more fortunate than I
thought in my health and strength."
"They are blessings not to be overestimated, Herbert. However, my
lot is, on the whole, a happy one, even though my life will probably
be brief, and I have still many sources of satisfaction and
The river led away from the village, flowing between wooded banks,
with here and there a cottage set in the midst of the fields. Lying
back in the stern, Melville enjoyed their tranquil passage, when
their attention was suddenly attracted by a boy who stood on the
bank, frantically waving his hat. Melville was the first to see him.
"What can that boy want?" he asked.
Herbert immediately looked around, and exclaimed in surprise:
"It's Tom Tripp!"
"Row to shore, and see what he wants," said Melville, quickly.
They were already near, and in a brief space of time they touched
"What's the matter, Tom?"
"There's a tramp in the house, stealing all he can lay hands on,"
answered Tom, in excitement.
Mr. Cole was the farmer for whom Tom Tripp was working.
Tom explained that the farmer was gone to the village, leaving his
wife alone. A tramp had come to the door and asked for a meal. While
Mrs. Cole was getting something for him, the visitor looked about him
and, finding that there was no man about, boldly demanded money, after
unceremoniously possessing himself of the silver spoons.
"Is he armed?" asked Melville.
"I don't know; I don't think so."
"Does he know that you have gone for help?"
"No; he did not see me. I came from the fields, and saw him through
the window. Mrs. Cole thinks I am in the field and there is no help
Physical courage and physical strength do not always go together,
and a weak man often excels a strong man in bravery. George Melville
was thoroughly roused. For injustice or brutality he had a hearty
contempt, and he was not one to stand by and see a ruffian triumph.
"Come, Herbert," he said; "let us go to the help of this poor
"With all my heart," answered Herbert, his eyes flashing.
Before describing the appearance of Herbert and George Melville
upon the scene, I will go back a few minutes and relate what happened
at the farmhouse.
Mrs. Cole was engaged in ironing when she heard a knock at the
Answering the summons, she found herself confronted by an
ill-looking fellow whose dusty and travel-soiled garments revealed
the character of the wearer.
"What is it you wish?" asked the farmer's wife.
"I'm hungry!" said the tramp. "Can you give me something to eat?"
"Yes," answered Mrs. Cole, cheerfully, for the good woman could not
find it in her heart to turn away a fellow creature suffering from
hunger. "We have enough and to spare. Come in, and sit down at the
The visitor followed her into the kitchen and took a seat at the
table, while the farmer's wife went to the pantry and brought out
half a loaf of bread and a plate of cold meat.
The tramp was not long in attacking it, but after a few mouthfuls
laid down his knife and fork.
"Where's the coffee?" he asked.
"I have no warm coffee," she answered.
"Don't you drink coffee in the morning?"
"Yes, but breakfast was over two or three hours since. Shall I get
you a glass of water?"
"Haven't you any cider?"
"It seems to me you are particular," said Mrs. Cole, growing
"All the same I want some cider," said the tramp, impudently.
"I have no cider," answered Mrs. Cole, shortly.
"A pretty farmhouse this is, without cider," growled the tramp.
"You can make me some coffee, then!"
"Who are you to order me round in my own house?" demanded Mrs.
Cole, angrily. "One would think you took this for a hotel."
"I take it for what I please," said the tramp.
"If my husband were here you wouldn't dare to talk to me like
It was an unguarded admission, made on the impulse of the moment,
and Mrs. Cole felt its imprudence as soon as she had uttered the
words, but it was too late to recall them.
"Where is your husband?" asked the tramp, his face lighting up with
a gleam of exultation.
"Near by," answered Mrs. Cole, evasively; but her visitor saw that
this was not correct.
"How much money have you in the house?" he demanded, abruptly.
"Money?" gasped the farmer's wife, turning pale.
"Yes, money! Didn't I speak plain enough?" asked the tramp,
"Are you a thief, then?"
"Don't you dare to call me a thief!" said the tramp, menacingly.
"Then, if you are an honest man, why do you ask that question?"
"Because I am going to borrow what money you have."
"Yes," said the man, with a grin. "I'll hand it back when I come
Under ordinary circumstances there would not have been money enough
in the farmhouse to be anxious about, but it so happened that Farmer
Cole had sold a yoke of oxen, and the money received, a hundred
dollars, was upstairs in a bureau drawer. The thought of this, though
she didn't suppose the tramp to be aware of it, was enough to terrify
Mrs. Cole, and she sank back in the chair in a panic. Of course the
tramp inferred that there was a considerable sum in the house.
"Come, hurry up!" he said, roughly, "I can't wait here all day.
Where do you keep the money?"
"It is my husband's," said Mrs. Cole, terrified out of all
"All right! I'll pay it back to him. While you're about it, you may
collect all the spoons, too. I'm going to open a boarding house," he
continued, with a chuckle, "and I shall need them."
"Oh, heavens! What shall I do?" ejaculated the frightened woman.
CHAPTER X. AN EXCITING SCENE.
"You'd better go upstairs and get that money, or I will go up
myself," said the tramp, boldly.
"I will go," said Mrs. Cole, terrified.
It was at this time that Tom Tripp, looking in at the window, got
an idea of the situation, but he was unobserved. The river bank was
near, and he ran down to it, hoping, but not expecting, to see some
one who could interfere with the impudent robber. We have already
seen that he was luckier than he anticipated.
Meanwhile Mrs. Cole went upstairs, not knowing how to save the
money from being carried away. She wished heartily that her husband
had taken it with him. One hundred dollars, as she well knew, would be
a serious loss to her husband, who was only moderately well to do. She
thought it possible that the tramp might know how large a sum there
was in the house, but could not be sure. She resolved, however, to
make an effort to save the larger part of the money. From the wallet
she took two five-dollar bills, and then, removing it from the
drawer, put it between the beds. She lingered as long as she dared,
and then went downstairs with the two bills in her hand.
"Well, have you got the money?" growled the tramp.
"Don't take it," she said; "be satisfied with the breakfast I have
"You're a fool!" said the tramp, rudely. "How much have you got
"Ten dollars!" said the tramp, disdainfully. "What do you take me
"It is a large sum of money to me and my husband, sir," said the
poor woman, nervously.
"It isn't enough for me! You have got more money in the house.
Don't lie to me! You know you have."
"I am not used to be talked to in that way," said Mrs. Cole,
forgetting her timidity for the moment.
"I can't help what you are used to; you'd better not trifle with
me. Go upstairs and bring down the rest of the money—do you hear?"
"'Oh, sir!'" repeated the tramp, impatiently. "I can't stay here
all day. Are you going to do as I tell you?"
"I suppose I must," said the poor woman.
"That's sensible. You'll find out after a while that nothing is to
be gained by trying to fool me. I'll give you just three minutes to
find that money and bring it down."
"You'll leave the spoons, then?"
"No; I want them, as I've already told you. Come, two minutes are
passed. I don't want to kill you, but—"
Mrs. Cole uttered a shriek of dismay, and turned to obey the
command of her unwelcome visitor, when a loud, clear voice was heard
from just outside the window.
"Stay where you are, Mrs. Cole! There is help at hand. This ruffian
shall not harm you."
It was the voice of George Melville. The tramp turned swiftly and
stared in ill-disguised dismay at Melville and Herbert.
"What business is it of yours?" he demanded, in a blustering tone.
"We make it our business to defend this lady from your thievish
designs," said Melville.
"You!" exclaimed the tramp, contemptuously. "Why, I could twist
either of you round my little finger."
"You'd better not try it!" said Melville, not showing the least
trepidation. "Mrs. Cole, has this man anything of yours in his
"He has my spoons and I have just handed him ten dollars."
George Melville turned to the tramp.
"Be kind enough to lay the spoons on the table," he said, "and give
back the ten dollars Mrs. Cole handed you."
"You must think I'm a fool!" said the tramp.
"No; but I think you are a prudent man. If you do as I say we will
let you go; if not—"
"Well, if not?" blustered the tramp.
"If not, you may regret it."
All this time George Melville had spoken in his usual tone of
voice, and the tramp was puzzled to know whether he had any weapon
with him. For himself, he was unarmed, and this made him feel rather
ill at ease, notwithstanding his superiority in physical strength. He
was rather disposed to think that George Melville had a pistol, for
he could not understand how otherwise he should dare to confront a
man of twice his size and strength.
"I don't care for the spoons," he said, "but I will take the
"No, you will return the money," said Melville, calmly.
"Who will make me?" demanded the tramp, defiantly.
"We'll see about that!" said the tramp, desperately, and he sprang
towards Melville, who had in the meantime entered the house and stood
only six feet distant.
"Stay where you are!" exclaimed Melville, resolutely, and he drew a
pistol, which he leveled at his formidable antagonist.
"That settles it, stranger!" said the tramp, "You've got the
advantage of me this time. Just wait till we meet again."
"I am willing to wait for some time," said Melville, shrugging his
shoulders. "I have no desire to cultivate your acquaintance, my
"There are the spoons!" said the tramp, throwing them down on the
"Now for the money!"
The tramp looked at George Melville. Melville still held the pistol
in his hand leveled at his breast. The thief was a large man, but he
was not a brave one. He cowered before the resolute glance of his
"Won't you interfere with me if I give back the money?" he asked.
"Will you let me go without firing at me?"
"Perhaps you won't keep your agreement," suggested the tramp,
"I am a man of my word," said Melville, calmly.
His calm, resolute tone, free from all excitement, impressed the
tramp with confidence. He drew the notes from his vest pocket, where
he had thrust them, and threw them on the table.
"Now, may I go?" he said.
In answer, George Melville, who stood between him and the door,
drew aside, still, however, holding the pistol in position, and the
tramp passed out, not sorry, it may be said, to get out of range of
They watched him striding through the yard, and when he was fairly
gone Mrs. Cole said:
"Oh, how can I thank you for saving me from this wretch?"
"I am glad to have been the instrument of deliverance," said
"It was fortunate you had the pistol with you, Mr. Melville," said
"Well, yes, perhaps it was," said Melville, smiling.
"Pray, put it up, Mr. Melville," said the farmer's wife, "it always
makes me nervous to see a loaded pistol."
Melville bowed, and put back the pistol in his pocket.
"As your unpleasant visitor has gone," he said, "I may as well
relieve your fears by saying that the pistol is not loaded."
"Not loaded!" exclaimed Herbert and Tom Tripp in concert.
"No; it has not been loaded to my knowledge for a year."
"Then how could you stand up against that man?" asked the farmer's
wife, in wonder.
"He thought it was loaded!" replied Melville, "and that answered
the purpose. I should be very reluctant to use a loaded pistol, for I
have a high idea of the sacredness of human life, but I have no
objection to playing upon the fears of a man like that."
Melville and Herbert remained at the farmhouse for half an hour,
till the return of the farmer, when they resumed their river trip.
They returned about noon. When they were walking through the main
street, Herbert saw the town constable approaching with the air of a
man who had business with him.
"Did you wish to speak to me, Mr. Bruce?" he asked.
"Yes, Herbert. I have a warrant for your arrest."
"For my arrest!" exclaimed Herbert, in amazement. "What for?"
"On complaint of Eben Graham, for abstracting postage stamps and
money from the post office last evening."
CHAPTER XI. TRIED FOR THEFT.
Herbert stared at the constable in blank amazement.
"I am charged with stealing stamps and money from the post office?"
"Who makes the charge?" demanded Herbert, in great excitement.
"I don't know what it means," said our hero, turning to George
"It means," said Melville, "that the fellow is envious of you, and
angry because he cannot supersede you with me. He evidently wants to
do you an injury."
"It must be so; but I did not imagine that Eben could be so mean.
Mr. Bruce, do you believe that I am a thief?"
"No, I don't, Herbert," said the constable, "and it was very much
against my will that I started out to arrest you, you may be sure."
"When do you want me to go with you?" asked Herbert.
"You will go before Justice Slocum at two o'clock."
"Is it necessary for me to go to the lockup?" asked Herbert,
shrinking, with natural repugnance, from entering the temporary house
of tramps and law breakers.
"No, Herbert," answered the constable, in a friendly tone. "I'll
take it upon myself to let you go home to dinner. I will call for you
at quarter of two. Of course I shall find you ready to accompany me?"
"Yes, Mr. Bruce, I am impatient to meet Eben Graham, and tell him
to his face that he has been guilty of a mean and contemptible
falsehood, in charging me with theft. Not a person in the village who
knows me will believe it."
"I will also call at your house, Herbert," said George Melville,
"and accompany you to the office of the justice. I shall ask leave to
give the details of Eben Graham's visit to me last evening."
"Thank you, Mr. Melville," said Herbert, "I am glad you do not
believe a word of this story."
"I am not so easily deceived, Herbert. It is quite possible that
stamps and money have been stolen, but, if so, it is your false
friend and accuser who is guilty."
Of course Herbert had to tell his mother what had happened. She was
agitated and alarmed, but became calmer when Herbert told her what
was Eben's probable motive in making the charge.
"How can he behave so shamefully!" exclaimed the indignant parent.
"I didn't think him capable of it, myself, mother, although I had a
poor opinion of him."
"Suppose that you can't prove that you are innocent, Herbert?" said
Mrs. Carr, anxiously.
"It is for him to prove that I am guilty, mother," answered
Herbert, who knew this much of law.
At a quarter of two Constable Bruce and Mr. Melville walked to the
The door was opened for them by Herbert himself.
"So you haven't taken leg bail, Herbert," said the constable,
"No, Mr. Bruce, I am on hand; I am in a hurry to meet Mr. Eben
Graham and see whether he can look me in the face after his shameful
"Oh, Mr. Bruce, I never thought you would call at my home on such
an errand," said Mrs, Carr, on the point of breaking down.
"Don't worry, Mrs. Carr," said the constable; "anybody may be
charged with theft, however innocent. Your son has good friends who
won't see him treated with injustice."
Herbert's mother was desirous of accompanying them to the office of
the justice, but was persuaded to remain behind. Herbert knew that in
her indignation she would not be able to be silent when she saw Eben
Justice Slocum was an elderly man, with a mild face and gray hair.
When Herbert entered he greeted him in a friendly way.
"I am sorry to see you here, my boy," he said, "but I am sure there
is some mistake. I have known you ever since you were a baby, and I
don't believe you are guilty of theft now."
"I submit, Judge Slocum," said Eben Graham, who sat in a corner,
his mean features looking meaner and more insignificant than usual, "I
submit that you are prejudging the case."
"Silence, sir!" said Judge Slocum, warmly. "How dare you impugn my
conduct? Though Herbert were my own son, I would give you a chance to
prove him guilty."
"I hope you'll excuse me, judge," said Eben, cringing. "I am as
sorry as you are to believe the boy guilty of stealing."
"Do your worst and say your worst, Eben Graham!" said Herbert,
contemptuously, "but be very careful that you do not swear falsely."
"I don't need any instructions from you, Herbert Carr, considering
that you are a criminal on trial," said Eben, maliciously.
"You are mistaken, sir," said George Melville. "To be under arrest
does not make a man or boy a criminal."
"I am sure I am much obliged for the information, Mr. Melville,"
said Eben, spitefully. "You've chosen a nice companion."
"There you are right," said Melville, gravely. "I have done much
better than if I had hired you."
Eben winced, but did not reply.
George Melville whispered to Herbert:
"Are you willing to accept me as your lawyer? I am not much of one,
to be sure, but this case is very simple."
"I am very grateful for your offer, and accept it," said Herbert.
I do not propose to record the whole scene in detail, but only to
give a general idea of the proceedings.
Eben Graham was sworn as a witness, and deposed that he had left
Herbert in charge of the post office the previous evening. On his
return he examined the stamps and contents of the money drawer, and
found, to his surprise, that five dollars in money and six dollars'
worth of stamps were missing.
"How did you know they were missing?" asked Melville.
"Because I knew precisely how much money was in the drawer and how
many stamps were there."
"Then you counted them just before you went out?"
"That was rather a singular time to make the count, was it not?"
"I don't know that it was, sir."
"I should suppose the end of the day would be a more appropriate
"I don't think so," answered Eben, shortly.
"Were you led to make the count because you suspected Herbert's
honesty?" asked Mr. Melville.
"That was the very reason I did it," said Eben, with a malicious
glance at Herbert.
"Isn't it a little curious that you should have selected a boy
whose honesty you doubted, to fill your place?" asked George Melville,
"There wasn't anybody else; he knew all about post-office work."
"Very good! Now, Mr. Graham, if you have no objection, will you
tell why you wanted to get away from the post office last evening?"
Eben fidgeted, for he saw what was coming, and it made him nervous.
"I wanted a little rest," he answered, after a pause.
"Where did you go?"
"Why do you ask me that question?" asked Eben, moving about
"Because I desire an answer."
"You know where I went," returned Eben, sullenly.
"Yes, but I wish you to tell me."
"Answer the question, witness!" said the judge, briefly.
"I went to the hotel," replied Eben, evasively.
"On whom did you call?"
"On you!" answered Eben, reluctantly.
"We have come to it at last. Now, what was your business with me?"
"To tell you that Herbert would not suit you as a companion," said
the witness, who thought this answer rather a clever one.
"Whom did you recommend in his place?" pursued the questioner,
Eben hesitated, but his cleverness came again to his aid.
"I told you that I would be willing to come just to oblige you," he
"Did Herbert know that you were going to make this proposal?"
"You asked him, then, to remain in the post office while you
absented yourself with a view of depriving him of the position he had
just secured in my employ?"
"I would have got father to take him again in the store and post
office," said Eben, defending himself from the implied charge of
"Yes, you told me so."
Eben nodded triumphantly. Even Melville had to admit that he was
not treating Herbert meanly.
"By the way," said Melville, "isn't it rather strange that you
should have been ready to recommend in your place a boy whose honesty
"I didn't know he was a thief," said Eben, somewhat abashed.
"No, but you suspected his honesty. That was your reason for
counting the money and stamps before you left the office. At least,
that is the reason you have given."
"He had been in the office before I was there," said Eben,
"While he was there, were any stamps missing? Was he suspected of
taking any stamps or money?"
"Not that I know of."
"Now, Mr. Graham, what answer did I make to your application?"
"To take you into my employ instead of Herbert."
"You wanted to keep him," said the witness, sullenly.
"Precisely. Having failed, then, in your application, you went home
and discovered that some money and stamps had been stolen."
"Yes, sir. I was very much surprised—"
"That will do, sir. Your discovery was remarkably well-timed.
Herbert having obtained the position you sought, you straightway
discovered proof of his dishonesty."
Eben colored, for the insinuation was plain enough for even him to
"The two things had nothing to do with each other!" he said.
"That may be, but I call the attention of the judge to a very
remarkable coincidence. Have the missing stamps or money been found
on the person of the defendant?"
"He hasn't been searched."
"I will take it upon me to say that he is ready to submit to an
examination," said Melville.
Herbert said, emphatically, "I am."
"Oh, it isn't likely you'd find anything now." said Eben, with a
"He has had plenty of time to put 'em away."
"I am willing to have my mother's house searched," said Herbert,
"Oh, they ain't there!" said Eben, significantly.
"Where are they, then?"
Eben's answer took Herbert and his lawyer, and the judge himself,
CHAPTER XII. EBEN'S TRUMP CARD.
"I guess they're—a part of them—inside this letter," he said.
As he spoke he produced a letter, stamped and sealed, but not
postmarked. The letter was addressed:
"Messrs. Jones Fitch,
"What makes you think this letter contains money or postage stamps,
Mr. Graham?" asked George Melville.
"Because I've seen an advertisement of Jones Fitch in one of the
weekly papers. They advertise to send several articles to any address
on receipt of seventy-five cents in postage stamps."
"Very well. What inference do you draw from this?"
"Don't you see?" answered Eben, in malicious triumph. "That's where
part of the stamps went. This letter was put into the post office by
Herbert Carr this morning."
"That is not true," said Herbert, quietly.
"Maybe it isn't, but I guess you'll find Herbert Carr's name signed
to the letter," said Eben.
"Have you seen the inside of the letter, Mr. Graham?"
"Then how do you know Herbert Carr's name is signed to it?"
"I don't know, but I am pretty sure it is."
"You think Herbert Carr wrote the letter?"
"If there is no objection," said Melville, "I will settle the
matter by opening it."
"That's what I want you to do." said Eben Graham.
"And I also," said Herbert.
Mr. Melville deliberately cut open one end of the envelope with a
small penknife, and drew out the folded sheet which it contained. As
he did so, a small sheet of postage stamps fell upon the floor.
"There, do you see that?" said Eben in triumph.
The sheet of stamps contained twenty-five three-cent stamps,
representing in value seventy-five cents.
"Shall I read the letter, sir?" asked Melville, of the judge.
"If there is no objection."
Melville read it aloud, as follows:
"WAYNEBORO, August 2lst. MESSRS. JONES FITCH: I inclose
seventy-five cents in stamps, and will be glad to have you send me
the articles you advertise in the Weekly Gazette. Yours truly,
Herbert listened to the reading of this letter in amazement.
"I never wrote that letter," he said, "and I never heard of Jones
"That's a likely story!" sneered Eben Graham. "I submit to Judge
Slocum that I have proved my case. I haven't found out when all the
stamps left, but I have shown where some are. One who will steal
seventy-five cents' worth of stamps will steal six dollars' worth."
"I agree with you there, Mr. Graham," said George Melville. "Will
you be kind enough to sit down at that table, and write to my
"What should I do that for?" asked Eben, suspiciously.
"Never mind. Surely you can have no objection."
"Well, no; I don't know as I have, though I think it's all
He sat down, and a pen was handed him.
"What shall I write?" he asked.
"Write 'Messrs. Jones Fitch.'"
"What for?" demanded Eben, looking discomposed.
"That's my affair. Write."
Eben wrote the words, but he seemed to find some difficulty in
doing so. It was clear that he was trying to disguise his handwriting.
"What next?" he asked.
"'I inclose seventy-five cents in stamps,'" proceeded George
"Do you want to throw suspicion on me?" asked Eben, throwing down
"Keep on writing!" said the judge.
Eben did so, but was very deliberate about it, and seemed very
particular as to how he penned his letter.
"Very well!" said Melville. "Now, I wish Herbert Carr to take the
pen, and I will dictate the same letter."
Herbert readily took the seat just vacated by Eben, and rapidly
wrote the words dictated to him.
When he had finished his task, Mr. Melville took the two copies,
and, first examining them himself, handed them, together with the
original letter, to Justice Slocum.
"I have only to ask your honor," he said, "to compare these three
notes and decide for yourself whether the original was written by
Herbert Carr or Mr. Eben Graham, the witness against him."
Eben Graham looked very ill at ease, flushing and paling by turns
while the examination was going on.
"I submit," he said, "that this is a very extraordinary way of
treating a witness."
Justice Slocum, after a pause, said: "I find that Mr. Eben Graham's
copy is unmistakably in the same handwriting as the original letter,
purporting to be written by Herbert Carr."
"It's not so!" faltered Eben.
"Then," said George Melville, triumphantly, "as it seems clear that
my young client is the victim of a base conspiracy, engineered by the
man who has brought this charge of dishonesty against him, I have only
to ask that he be honorably discharged."
"The request is granted," said Justice Slocum. "Herbert, you can
go. It is clear that you are innocent of the charge made against you."
"I protest," began Eben Graham.
"As for you, Mr. Graham," said the justice, severely, "I have no
words to express my scorn and detestation of your conduct in
deliberately contriving a plot to ruin the reputation of an innocent
boy, who has never done you any harm. Should Herbert Carr desire it,
he is at liberty to sue you for having him arrested on a false charge
trumped up by yourself."
Eben began to look frightened.
"I do not wish to punish Mr. Graham," said Herbert. "It is enough
for me that my honesty has been vindicated."
"Go, then," said the justice to Eben. "It is fortunate for you that
this boy is so forbearing."
Eben Graham slunk out of the justice's office, looking meaner and
more contemptible than ever, while Herbert was surrounded by his
friends, who congratulated him upon the happy issue of the trial.
CHAPTER XIII. EBEN'S LAST HOPE
Ebenezer Graham had taken no stock in his son's charge against
Herbert. He was not prejudiced in favor of Herbert, nor did he feel
particularly friendly to him, but he was a man of shrewdness and
common sense, and he knew that Herbert was not a fool. When Eben made
known to him the fact that the stamps and money were missing, he said
keenly: "What has become of 'em?"
"I don't know," answered Eben, "but I can guess well enough."
"Guess, then," said his father, shortly.
"You know Herbert Carr took my place last evening?"
"There's no doubt that he took the stamps and money."
"That isn't very likely."
"I feel sure of it—so sure that I mean to charge him with it."
"Well, you can see what he says."
Ebenezer did not understand that Eben intended to have the boy
arrested, and would not have consented to it had he known. But Eben
slipped out of the store, and arranged for the arrest without his
father's knowledge. Indeed, he did not learn till the trial had
already commenced, Eben having made some excuse for his absence.
When Eben returned his father greeted him in a tone very far from
"Well, Eben, I hear you've gone and made a fool of yourself?"
"I have only been defending your property, father," said Eben,
sullenly. "I thought you'd appreciate it better than this."
"You've charged an innocent boy with theft, and now all his friends
will lay it up agin' us."
"Were you going to be robbed without saying a word?" asked Eben.
"No, I'm not, Eben Graham; I'm goin' to say a word, and now's the
time to say it. You can't pull wool over my eyes. The money's gone,
and the stamps are gone, and somebody's got 'em."
"No, it isn't Herbert Carr. It's somebody nearer to me, I'm ashamed
to say, than Herbert Carr."
"Do you mean to say I took them?" asked Eben.
"I won't bring a charge unless I can prove it, but I shall watch
you pretty closely after this."
"In that case, I don't wish to work for you any longer; I throw up
the situation," said Eben, loftily.
"Verv well. When are you going to leave town?"
"I ain't going to leave town at present."
"Where are you going to board, then?"
Eben regarded his father in dismay.
"You're not going to send me adrift, are you?" he asked, in
"I'm not going to support you in idleness; if you give up your
situation in the store, you'll have to go to work for somebody else."
"I wish I could," thought Eben, thinking of the rich young man at
the hotel, from whom he had sought a position as companion.
"Then I shall have to leave Wayneboro," he said; "there's nothing
to do here."
"Yes, there is; Farmer Collins wants a hired man."
"A hired man!" repeated Eben, scornfully. "Do you think I am
going—to hire out on a farm?"
"You might do a great deal worse," answered Ebenezer, sensibly.
"After being a dry-goods salesman in Boston, I haven't got down to
that, I beg to assure you," said Eben, with an air of consequence.
"Then you will have to work in the store if you expect to stay at
home," said his father. "And hark you, Eben Graham," he added, "don't
report any more losses of money or stamps. I make you responsible for
Eben went back to his work in an uneasy frame of mind. He saw that
he had not succeeded in imposing upon his father, and that the
clear-sighted old gentleman strongly suspected where the missing
articles had gone. Eben might have told, had he felt inclined, that
the five-dollar bill had been mailed to a lottery agent in New York
in payment for a ticket in a Southern lottery, and that the stamps
were even now in his possession, and would be sold at the first
opportunity. His plan to throw suspicion upon Herbert had utterly
failed, and the cold looks with which he had been greeted showed what
the villagers thought of his attempt.
"I won't stay in Wayneboro much longer," Eben inwardly resolved.
"It's the dullest hole in creation. I can get along somehow in a
large place, but here there's positively nothing. Hire out on a farm,
indeed! My father ought to be ashamed to recommend such a thing to his
only son, when he's so well off. If he would only give me two hundred
dollars, I would go to California and trouble him no more. Plenty of
people make money in California, and why shouldn't I? If that ticket
draws a prize—"
And then Eben went into calculations of what he would do if only he
drew a prize of a thousand dollars. That wasn't too much to expect,
for there were several of that amount, and several considerably
larger. He pictured how independent he would be with his prize, and
how he would tell his father that he could get along without him,
displaying at the same time a large roll of bills. When he reached
California he could buy an interest in a mine, and perhaps within
three or four years he could return home twenty times as rich as his
father. It was pleasant to think over all this, and almost to
persuade himself that the good luck had actually come. However, he
must wait a few days, for the ticket had not yet come, and the
lottery would not be drawn for a week.
The ticket arrived two days later; Eben took care to slip the
envelope into his pocket without letting his father or anyone else
see it, for unpleasant questions might have been asked as to where he
got the money that paid for it, Mr. Graham knowing very well that his
son had not five dollars by him.
For a few days Eben must remain in Wayneboro, until the lottery was
drawn. If he was unlucky, he would have to consider some other plan
for raising money to get away from Wayneboro.
It was not till the day after the trial and his triumphant
acquittal, that Herbert saw Eben. He came to the store to buy some
groceries for his mother.
"Good-evening, Herbert," said Eben.
"Eben," said Herbert, coldly, "except in the way of business, I
don't want to speak to you."
"You don't bear malice on account of that little affair, do you,
Herbert?" said Eben, smoothly.
"That little affair, as you call it, might have been a very serious
affair to me."
"I only did my duty," said Eben.
"Was it your duty to charge an innocent person with theft?"
"I didn't see who else could have taken the things," said Eben.
"Probably you know as well as anybody," said Herbert,
"What do you mean?" demanded Eben, coloring.
"You know better than I do. How much do I owe you?"
"There is your money," said Herbert, and walked out of the store.
"I hate that boy!" said Eben, scowling at Herbert's retreating
figure. "He puts on too many airs, just because a city man's taken
him in charity and is paying his expenses. Some time I'll be able to
come up with him, I hope."
Herbert was not of an unforgiving nature, but he felt that Eben had
wronged him deeply, and saw no reason why he would not repeat the
injury if he ever got the chance. He had at least a partial
understanding of Eben's mean nature and utter selfishness, and felt
that he wished to have nothing to do with him. Ebenezer Graham was
very "close," but he was a hard-working man and honest as the world
goes. He was tolerably respected in Wayneboro, though not popular,
but Eben seemed on the high road to become a rascal.
A week slipped by, and a circular containing the list of prizes
drawn was sent to Eben.
He ran his eyes over it in a flutter of excitement. Alas! for his
hopes. In the list of lucky numbers the number on his ticket was not
"I have drawn a blank! Curse the luck!" he muttered, savagely. "The
old man needn't think I am going to stay here in Wayneboro. If he
won't give me money to go out West, why, then—"
But he did not say what then.
CHAPTER XIV. A TRIP TO BOSTON.
"To-morrow, Herbert," said George Melville, as they parted for the
day, "I shall propose a new excursion to you."
Herbert regarded him inquiringly.
"I want to go to Boston to make a few purchases, but principally to
consult my physician."
"I hope you are not feeling any worse, Mr. Melville," said Herbert,
with genuine concern, for he had come to feel a regard for his
employer, who was always kind and considerate to him.
"No, I am feeling as well as usual; but I wish to consult Dr.
Davies about the coming winter—whether he would advise me to spend it
"If Mr. Melville goes away, I shall have to look for another
place," thought Herbert, soberly. It was hardly likely, he knew, that
he would obtain a position so desirable as the one he now filled.
"I hope he will be able to do so, Mr. Melville," he said,
"I hope so; but I shall not be surprised if the doctor ordered me
"Then you won't want me to come to-morrow?"
"Certainly, unless you object to going to Boston with me."
"Object?" repeated Herbert, eagerly. "I should like nothing
In fact, our hero, though a well-grown boy of sixteen, had never
been to Boston but three times, and the trip, commonplace as it may
seem to my traveled young readers, promised him a large amount of
novelty and pleasurable excitement.
"I shall be glad of your company, Herbert. I hardly feel the
strength or enterprise to travel alone, even for so trifling a trip
as going to Boston."
"At what hour will you go, Mr. Melville?"
"I will take the second train, at nine o'clock. It will afford me
time enough, and save my getting up before my usual time."
Herbert would have preferred going by the first train, starting at
half-past seven, as it would have given him a longer day in the city,
but of course he felt that his employer had decided wisely.
"It will be quite a treat to me, going to Boston," he said. "I have
only been there three times in my life."
"You certainly have not been much of a traveler, Herbert," said
George Melville, smiling. "However, you are young, and you may see a
good deal of the world yet before you die."
"I hope I will. It must be delightful to travel."
"Yes, when you are young and strong," said Melville, thoughtfully.
"That makes a great deal of difference in the enjoyment."
Herbert did not fail to put in an appearance at the hotel
considerably before it was time to leave for the train. George
Melville smiled at his punctuality.
"I wish, Herbert," he said, "that I could look forward with as much
pleasure as you feel to our trip to-day."
"I wish so, too, Mr. Melville."
"At any rate, I shall enjoy it better for having a companion."
The tickets were bought, and they took their places in one of the
Just as the train was ready to start, Herbert saw a young man with
a ticket in his hand hurrying along the platform.
"Why, there's Eben Graham!" he said, in surprise.
"Is he entering the cars?"
"Yes, he has just got into the car behind us."
"I wonder if he is going to leave Wayneboro for good?"
"Probably he is only going to Boston for the day, perhaps to buy
Herbert thought it doubtful whether Ebenezer Graham would trust his
son so far, but did not say so. Eben, on his part, had not seen
Herbert on board the train, and was not aware that he was a fellow
The journey was a tolerably long one—forty miles—and consumed an
hour and a half. At last they rolled into the depot, and before the
train had fairly stopped the passengers began to crowd toward the
doors of the car.
"Let us remain till the crowd has passed out," said George
Melville. "It is disagreeable to me to get into the throng, and it
saves very little time."
"Very well, sir."
Looking out of the car window, Herbert saw Eben Graham walking
swiftly along the platform, and could not forbear wondering what had
brought him to the city.
"My doctor's office is on Tremont Street," said Mr. Melville. "I
shall go there immediately, and may have to wait some time. It will
be tiresome to you, and I shall let you go where you please. You can
meet me at the Parker House, in School Street, at two o'clock."
"Very well, sir."
"Do you know where the hotel is?"
"No, but I can find it," answered Herbert, confidently.
"I believe I will also get you to attend to a part of my business
"I shall be very glad to do so," said Herbert, sincerely. It made
him feel more important to be transacting business in Boston.
"Here is a check for a hundred and fifty dollars on the Merchants'
Bank," continued George Melville. "It is payable to the bearer, and
you will have no trouble in getting the money on it. You may present
it at the bank, and ask for fives and tens and a few small bills."
"Very well, sir."
Herbert felt rather proud to have so much confidence reposed in
him, for to him a hundred and fifty dollars seemed a large sum of
money, and he felt that George Melville was a rich man to draw so much
at one time.
"Had I better go to the bank at once?" he asked.
"Yes, I think so; of course, I need not caution you to take good
care of the money."
"I'll be sure to do that, sir."
They walked together to Tremont Street, and Mr. Melville paused at
a doorway opposite the Common.
"My doctor's office is upstairs," he said. "We will part here and
meet at the hotel. If you are late, I may go into the dining room; so
if you don't see me in the reading room, go to the door of the dining
room and look in."
"Very well, sir; but I think I shall be on time."
"The bank is open now, and you can cash the check if you go down
Left to himself, Herbert walked slowly along, looking into shop
windows and observing with interested attention the people whom he
"It must be very pleasant to live in the city," he thought; "there
is so much going on all the time."
It is no wonder that country boys are drawn toward the city, and
feel that their cup of happiness would be full if they could get a
position in some city store. They do not always find the reality
equal to their anticipations. The long hours and strict discipline of
a city office or mercantile establishment are not much like the
freedom they pictured to themselves, and after they have paid their
board bill in some shabby boarding house they seldom find much left
over, either for amusement or needful expenses. The majority of boys
would do better to remain in their country homes, where at least they
can live comfortably and at small expense, and take such employment as
may fall in their way. They will stand a much better chance of
reaching a competence in middle life than if they helped to crowd the
ranks of city clerks and salesmen. There is many a hard-working clerk
of middle age, living poorly, and with nothing laid by, in the city,
who, had he remained in his native village, might have reached a
modest independence. It was hardly to be expected, however, that
Herbert would feel thus. Upon him the show and glitter of the city
shops and streets produced their natural effect, and he walked on
buoyantly, seeing three times as much as a city boy would have done.
He turned down School Street, passing the Parker House, where he
was to meet Mr. Melville. Just before he reached it he saw Eben Graham
emerge from the hotel and walk towards Washington Street. Eben did
not look behind him, and therefore did not see Herbert.
"I wonder where he is going?" thought our hero, as he followed a
few steps behind Eben.
CHAPTER XV. AN OBLIGING GUIDE.
On Washington Street, not far from Old South Church, is an office
for the sale of railroad tickets to western points. It was this
office which Eben entered.
"He is going to inquire the price of a ticket to some western
city," thought Herbert. "I heard him say one day that he wanted to go
Our hero's curiosity was naturally aroused, and he stood at the
entrance, where he could not only see but hear what passed within.
"What do you charge for a ticket to Chicago?" he heard Eben ask.
"Twenty-two dollars," was the answer of the young man behind the
"You may give me one," said Eben.
As he spoke he drew from his vest pocket a roll of bills, and began
to count off the requisite sum.
Herbert was surprised. He had supposed that Eben was merely making
inquiries about the price of tickets. He had not imagined that he was
"Can Mr. Graham have given him money to go?" he asked himself.
"When can I start?" asked Eben, as he received a string of tickets
from the clerk.
"At three this afternoon."
Eben seemed well pleased with this reply. He carefully deposited
the tickets in an inside vest pocket, and turned to go out of the
office. As he emerged from it he caught sight of Herbert, who had not
yet started to go. He looked surprised and annoyed.
"Herbert Carr!" he exclaimed. "How came you here?"
Mingled with his surprise there was a certain nervousness of
manner, as Herbert thought.
"I came to Boston with Mr. Melville," said Herbert, coldly.
"Oh!" ejaculated Eben, with an air of perceptible relief. "Where is
"He has gone to the office of his physician, on Tremont Street."
"Leaving you to your own devices, eh?"
"Look out you don't get lost!" said Eben, with affected gayety. "I
am here on a little business for the old man."
Herbert did not believe this, in view of what he had seen, but he
did not think it necessary to say so.
"Good-morning!" said Herbert, in a tone polite but not cordial.
"Good-morning! Oh, by the way, I have just been inquiring the cost
of a ticket to St. Louis," said Eben, carelessly.
"Indeed! Do you think of going out there?"
"Yes, if the old man will let me," said Eben.
"Do you prefer St. Louis to Chicago?" asked Herbert, watching the
face of Eben attentively.
Eben's face changed, and he looked searchingly at our hero, but
could read nothing in his face.
"Oh, decidedly!" he answered, after a slight pause. "I don't think
I would care for Chicago."
"And all the while you have a ticket for Chicago in your pocket!"
thought Herbert, suspiciously, "Well, that's your own affair
entirely, not mine."
"What train do you take back to Wayneboro?" asked Eben, not without
"We shall not go before four o'clock."
"I may be on the train with you," said Eben, "though possibly I
shall get through in time to take an earlier one."
"He is trying to deceive me," thought Herbert.
"Good-morning," he said, formally, and walked away.
"I wish I hadn't met him," muttered Eben to himself. "He may give
the old man a clew. However, I shall be safe out of the way before
anything can be done."
Herbert kept on his way, and found the bank without difficulty.
He entered and looked about him. Though unaccustomed to banks, he
watched to see where others went to get checks cashed, and presented
himself in turn.
"How will you have it?" asked the paying teller.
"Fives and tens, and a few small bills," answered Herbert,
The teller selected the requisite number of bank bills quickly, and
passed them out to Herbert. Our hero counted them, to make sure that
they were correct, and then put them away in his inside pocket. It
gave him a feeling of responsibility to be carrying about so much
money, and he felt that it was incumbent on him to be very careful.
"Where shall I go now?" he asked himself.
He would have liked to go to Charlestown, and ascend Bunker Hill
Monument, but did not know how to go. Besides, he feared he would not
get back to the Parker House at the time fixed by Mr. Melville. Still,
he might be able to do it. He addressed himself to a rather sprucely
dressed man of thirty-five whom he met at the door of the bank.
"I beg your pardon, sir, but can you tell me how far it is to
Bunker Hill Monument?"
"About a mile and a half," answered the stranger.
"Could I go there and get back to the Parker House before one
"Could you?" repeated the man, briskly. "Why, to be sure you
"But I don't know the way."
"You have only to take one of the Charlestown horse cars, and it
will land you only a couple of minutes' walk from the monument."
"Can you tell me what time it is, sir?"
"Only a little past eleven. So you have never been to Bunker Hill
Monument, my lad?"
"No sir; I live in the country, forty miles away and seldom come to
"I see, I see," said the stranger, his eyes snapping in a very
peculiar way. "Every patriotic young American ought to see the place
where Warren fell."
"I should like to if you could tell me where to take the cars."
"Why, certainly I will," said the other, quickly. "In fact—let me
see," and he pulled out a silver watch from his vest pocket, "I've a
great mind to go over with you myself."
"I shouldn't like to trouble you, sir," said Herbert.
"Oh, it will be no trouble. Business isn't pressing this morning,
and I haven't been over for a long time myself. If you don't object
to my company, I will accompany you."
"You are very kind," said Herbert. "If you are quite sure that you
are not inconveniencing yourself, I shall be very glad to go with
you—that is, if you think I can get back to the Parker House by one
"I will guarantee that you do," said the stranger, confidently. "My
young friend, I am glad to see that you are particular to keep your
business engagements. In a varied business experience, I have
observed that it is precisely that class who are destined to win the
favor of their employer and attain solid success."
"He seems a very sensible man," thought Herbert; "and his advice is
"Come this way," said the stranger, crossing Washington Street.
"Scollay's Square is close at hand, and there we shall find a
Charlestown horse car."
Of course Herbert yielded himself to the guidance of his new
friend, and they walked up Court Street together.
"That," said the stranger, pointing out a large, somber building to
the left, "is the courthouse. The last time I entered it was to be
present at the trial of a young man of my acquaintance who had fallen
into evil courses, and, yielding to temptation, had stolen from his
employer. It was a sad sight," said the stranger, shaking his head.
"I should think it must have been," said Herbert.
"Oh, why, why will young men yield to the seductions of pleasure?"
exclaimed the stranger, feelingly.
"Was he convicted?" asked Herbert.
"Yes, and sentenced to a three years term in the State prison,"
answered his companion. "It always makes me feel sad when I think of
the fate of that young man."
"I should think it would, sir."
"I have mentioned it as a warning to one who is just beginning
life," continued the stranger. "But here is our car."
A Charlestown car, with an outside sign, Bunker Hill, in large
letters, came by, and the two got on board.
They rode down Cornhill, and presently the stranger pointed out
"Behold the Cradle of Liberty," he said. "Of course, you have heard
of Faneuil Hall?"
"Yes, sir," and Herbert gazed with interest at the building of
which he had heard so much.
It was but a short ride to Charlestown. They got out at the foot of
a steep street, at the head of which the tall, granite column which
crowns the summit of Bunker Hill stood like a giant sentinel ever on
CHAPTER XVI. A NEW BATTLE OF BUNKER
Just opposite the monument is a small, one-story structure, where
views of the shaft may be purchased and tickets obtained.
"There is a small admission fee," said Herbert's companion.
"How much is it?" asked our hero.
As Herbert thrust his hand into his pocket for the necessary money,
his companion said:
"You had better let me pay for both tickets."
Though he said this, he didn't make any motion to do so.
"No, I will pay for both," said Herbert.
"But I really cannot permit you to pay for mine."
And still the speaker made no movement to purchase his ticket.
Herbert settled the matter by laying half a dollar on the desk, and
asking for two tickets. He began to see that, in spite of his
disclaimer, his guide intended him to do so. On the whole, this
didn't please him. He would rather have had his offer frankly
"I didn't mean to have you pay," said the young man, as they passed
through the door admitting them to an inner apartment, from which
there was an exit into a small, inclosed yard, through which they
were to reach the entrance to a spiral staircase by which the ascent
Herbert did not answer, for he understood that his guide was not
telling the truth, and he did not like falsehood or deceit.
They entered the monument and commenced the ascent.
"We have a tiresome ascent before us," said the other.
"How many steps are there?" asked Herbert.
"About three hundred," was the reply.
At different points in the ascent they came to landings where they
could catch glimpses of the outward world through long, narrow,
perpendicular slits in the sides of the monument.
At last they reached the top.
Herbert's guide looked about him sharply, and seemed disappointed
to find a lady and gentleman and child also enjoying the view.
Herbert had never been so high before. Indeed, he had never been in
any high building, and he looked about him with a novel sense of
"What a fine view there is here!" he said.
"True," assented his companion. "Let me point out to you the
different towns visible to the naked eye."
"I wish you would," said the boy.
So his guide pointed out Cambridge, Chelsea, Malden, the Charles
and Mystic Rivers, gleaming in the sunshine, the glittering dome of
the Boston State House and other conspicuous objects. Herbert felt
that it was worth something to have a companion who could do him this
service, and he felt the extra twenty cents he had paid for his
companion's ticket was a judicious investment.
He noticed with some surprise that his companion seemed annoyed by
the presence of the other party already referred to. He scowled and
shrugged his shoulders when he looked at them, and in a low voice,
inaudible to those of whom he spoke, he said to Herbert: "Are they
going to stay here all day?"
"What does it matter to me if they do?" returned Herbert, in
Indeed, to him they seemed very pleasant people, and he was
especially attracted by the sweet face of the little girl. He wished
he had been fortunate enough to possess such a sister.
At last, however, they finished their sightseeing, and prepared to
descend. Herbert's companion waited till the sound of their
descending steps died away, and then, turning to Herbert, said in a
quick, stern tone: "Now give me the money you have in your pocket."
"What do you mean?" he said.
Herbert recoiled, and stared at the speaker in undisguised
"I mean just what I say," returned the other. "You have one hundred
and fifty dollars in your pocket. You need not deny it, for I saw you
draw it from the bank and put it away."
"Are you a thief, then?" demanded Herbert.
"No matter what I am, I must have that money," said the stranger.
"I came over with you exclusively to get it, and I mean business."
He made a step towards Herbert, but the boy faced him
unflinchingly, and answered resolutely: "I mean business, too. The
money is not mine, and I shall not give it up."
"Take care!" said the other, menacingly, "we are alone here. You
are a boy and I am a man."
"I know that; but you will have to fight to get the money," said
Herbert, without quailing.
He looked to the staircase, but his treacherous guide stood between
him and it, and he was practically a prisoner at the top of the
"Don't be a fool!" said the stranger. "You may as well give up the
money to me first as last."
"I don't propose to give it up to you at all," said Herbert. "My
employer trusted me with it, and I mean to be true to my trust."
"You can tell him that it was taken from you—that you could not
help yourself. Now hand it over!"
"Never!" exclaimed Herbert, resolutely.
"We'll see about that," said his companion, seizing the boy and
grappling with him.
Herbert was a strong boy for his age, and he accepted the
challenge. Though his antagonist was a man, he found that the boy was
powerful, and not to be mastered as easily as he anticipated.
"Confound you!" he muttered, "I wish I had a knife!"
Though Herbert made a vigorous resistance, his opponent was his
superior in strength, and would ultimately have got the better of
him. He had thrown Herbert down, and was trying to thrust his hand
into his coat pocket, when a step was heard, and a tall man of
Western appearance stepped on the scene.
"Hello!" he said, surveying the two combatants in surprise. "What's
all this? Let that boy alone, you skunk, you!"
As he spoke, he seized the man by the collar and jerked him to his
"What does all this mean?" he asked, turning from one to the other.
"This boy has robbed me of one hundred and fifty dollars," said the
man, glibly. "I fell in with him in the Boston cars, and he relieved
me of a roll of bills which I had drawn from a bank in Boston."
"What have you got to say to this?" asked the Western man, turning
to Herbert, who was now on his feet.
"Only this," answered Herbert, "that it is a lie. It was I who drew
the money from the Merchants' Bank in Boston. This man saw me cash
the check, followed me, and offered to come here with me, when I
asked him for directions."
"That's a likely story!" sneered the young man. "My friend here is
too sharp to believe it."
"Don't call me your friend!" said the Western man, bluntly. "I'm
more than half convinced you're a scamp."
"I don't propose to stay here and be insulted. Let the boy give me
my money, and I won't have him arrested."
"Don't be in too much of a hurry, young man! I want to see about
this thing. What bank did you draw the money from?"
"From the Merchants' Bank—the boy has got things reversed. He saw
me draw it, inveigled himself into my confidence, and picked my
"Look here—stop right there! Your story doesn't hang together!"
said the tall Westerner, holding up his finger. "You said you met
this boy in a horse car."
"We came over together in a Charlestown horse car," said the rogue,
"You've given yourself away. Now make yourself scarce! Scoot!"
The rascal looked in the face of the tall, resolute man from the
West, and thought it prudent to obey. He started to descend, but a
well-planted kick accelerated his progress, and he fell down several
steps, bruising his knees.
"Thank you, sir!" said Herbert, gratefully. "It was lucky you came
up just as you did. The rascal had got his hand on the money."
"He is a miserable scamp!" answered Herbert's new friend. "If
there'd been a police-man handy, I'd have given him in charge. I've
come clear from Wisconsin to see where Warren fell, but I didn't
expect to come across such a critter as that on Bunker Hill."
Herbert pointed out to his new friend the objects in view,
repeating the information he had so recently acquired. Then, feeling
that he could spare no more time, he descended the stairs and jumped
on board a horse car bound for Boston.
CHAPTER XVII. AN ACCEPTABLE PRESENT.
As the clock at the Old South Church struck one, Herbert ascended
the steps of Parker's Hotel, and walked into the reading room. George
Melville was already there.
"You are on time, Herbert," he said, with a smile, as our hero made
"Yes, sir; but I began to think I should miss my appointment."
"Where have you been?"
"To Bunker Hill."
"Did you ascend the monument?"
"Yes, sir, and had a fight at the summit."
Mr. Melville looked at Herbert in amazement.
"Had a fight at the top of Bunker Hill Monument?" he ejaculated.
"Yes, sir; let me tell you about it."
When the story was told, Mr. Melville said: "That was certainly a
remarkable adventure, Herbert. Still, I am not sorry that it
It was Herbert's turn to look surprised.
"I will tell you why. It proves to me that you are worthy of my
confidence, and can be trusted with the care of money. It has also
taught you a lesson, to beware of knaves, no matter how plausible
they may be."
"I haven't got over my surprise yet, sir, at discovering the real
character of the man who went with me. I am sorry I met him. I don't
like to distrust people."
"Nor I. But it is not necessary to distrust everybody. In your
journey through the world you will make many agreeable and
trustworthy acquaintances in whom it will be safe to confide. It is
only necessary to be cautious and not give your confidence too soon."
"Oh, I didn't mention that I met somebody from Wayneboro," said
"Was it Eben Graham?"
"I met him myself on Washington Street. Did you speak to him?"
"I suppose he goes back to-night?"
"I don't think he will go back at all, Mr. Melville."
His employer looked at him inquiringly.
"I saw him buy a ticket to Chicago, though he does not know it,"
continued Herbert. "When he spoke with me he didn't admit it, but
spoke of going back by an afternoon train."
"I am afraid he has appropriated some of his father's funds," said
Melville. "I doubt if Ebenezer Graham would voluntarily furnish him
the means of going West."
"That was just what occurred to me," said Herbert; "but I didn't
like to think that Eben would steal."
"Perhaps he has not. We shall be likely to hear when we return. But
you must be hungry. We will go in to dinner."
Herbert followed Mr. Melville into the dining room, where a good
dinner was ordered, and partaken of. Herbert looked over the bill of
fare, but the high prices quite startled him. He was not used to
patronizing hotels, and it seemed to him that the price asked for a
single dish ought to be enough to pay for a whole dinner for two. He
knew about what it cost for a meal at home, and did not dream that it
would amount to so much more at a hotel.
When the check was brought Herbert looked at it.
"Two dollars and a half!" he exclaimed.
"It costs an awful amount to live in Boston."
"Oh a dinner can be got much cheaper at most places in Boston,"
said George Melville, smiling, "but I am used to Parker's, and
generally come here."
"I am glad it doesn't cost so much to live in Wayneboro," said
Herbert. "We couldn't afford even one meal a day."
"You haven't asked me what the doctor said," remarked Melville, as
they left the dining room.
"Excuse me, Mr. Melville. It wasn't from any lack of interest."
"He advises me to go West by the first of October, either to
Colorado or Southern California."
Herbert's countenance fell. The first of October would soon come,
and his pleasant and profitable engagement with Mr. Melville would
"I am sorry," he said, gravely.
"I am not so sorry as I should have been a few weeks ago," said
Melville. "Then I should have looked forward to a journey as lonely
and monotonous. Now, with a companion, I think I may have a pleasant
"Who is going with you, Mr. Melville?" asked Herbert, feeling, it
must be confessed, a slight twinge of jealousy.
"I thought perhaps you would be willing to accompany me," said
"Would you really take me, Mr. Melville?" cried Herbert, joyfully.
"Yes, if you will go."
"I should like nothing better. I have always wanted to travel. It
quite takes my breath away to think of going so far away."
"I should hardly venture to go alone," continued George Melville.
"I shall need some one to look after the details of the journey, and
to look after me if I fall sick. Do you think you would be willing to
"I hope you won't fall sick, Mr. Melville; but if you do, I will
take the best care of you I know how."
"I am sure you will, Herbert, and I would rather have you about me
than a man. Indeed, I already begin to think of you as a younger
"Thank you, Mr. Melville," said Herbert, gratefully. "I am glad you
"Do you think your mother will object to your leaving home,
"Not with you. She knows I shall be well provided for with you. Can
I arrange to send money regularly to mother?" asked the boy. "I
shouldn't like to think of her as suffering for want of it."
"Yes, but to guard against emergencies, we can leave her a sum of
money before you start."
After dinner Mr. Melville proposed to Herbert to accompany him on a
walk up Washington Street, They walked slowly, Herbert using his eyes
diligently, for to him the display in the shop windows was novel and
At length they paused at the door of a large and handsome jewelry
store—one of the two finest in Boston.
"I want to go in here, Herbert," said his employer.
"Shall I stay outside?"
"No, come in with me. You may like to look about."
Though Herbert had no idea of the cost of the fine stock with which
the store was provided, he saw that it must be valuable, and wondered
where purchasers enough could be found to justify keeping so large a
supply of watches, chains, rings and the numberless other articles in
gold and silver which he saw around him.
"I would like to look at your watches," said Melville to the
salesman who came forward to inquire his wishes.
"Gold or silver, sir?"
"This way, if you please."
He led the way to a case where through the glass covering Herbert
saw dozens of silver watches of all sizes and grades lying ready for
"For what price can I get a fair silver watch?" asked Melville.
"Swiss or Waltham?"
"Waltham. I may as well patronize home manufactures."
"Here is a watch I will sell you for fifteen dollars," said the
salesman, drawing out a neat-looking watch, of medium size. "It will
keep excellent time, and give you good satisfaction."
"Very well; I will buy it on your recommendation. Have you any
One was selected of pretty pattern, and George Melville paid for
"How do you like the watch and chain, Herbert?" said his employer,
as they left the store.
"They are very pretty, sir."
"I suppose you wonder what I want of two watches," said Melville.
"Perhaps you don't like to take your gold watch with you when you
go out West, for fear of thieves."
"No, that is not the reason. If I am so unfortunate as to lose my
gold watch, I will buy another. The fact is, I have bought this
silver watch and chain for you."
"For me!" exclaimed Herbert, intensely delighted.
"Yes; it will be convenient for you, as well as me, to be provided
with a watch. Every traveler needs one. There; put it in your pocket,
and see how it looks."
"You are very kind to me, Mr. Melville," said Herbert, gratefully.
"You couldn't have bought me anything which I should value more."
When Herbert had arranged the watch and chain to suit him, it must
be confessed that it engrossed a large part of his attention, and it
was wonderful how often he had occasion to consult it during the
first walk after it came into his possession.
CHAPTER XVIII. A THIEF IN TROUBLE.
"Have you ever visited the suburbs of Boston?" asked Melville.
"No," answered Herbert. "I know very little of the city, and
nothing of the towns near it."
"Then, as we have time to spare, we will board the next horse car
and ride out to Roxbury."
"I should like it very much, Mr. Melville," said Herbert, in a tone
of satisfaction. I may remark that Roxbury was at that time a
separate municipality, and had not been annexed to Boston.
They did not have to wait long for a car. An open car, of the kind
in common use during the pleasant season, drew near, and they secured
seats in it. After leaving Dover Street, Washington Street, still then
narrow, broadens into a wide avenue, and is called the Neck. It was
gay with vehicles of all sorts, and Herbert found much to attract his
"The doctor tells me I ought to be a good deal in the open air,"
said Melville, "and I thought I would act at once upon his
suggestion. It is much pleasanter than taking medicine."
"I should think so," answered Herbert, emphatically.
Arrived at the end of the route, Melville and Herbert remained on
the car, and returned at once to the city. When they reached the
crowded part of Washington Street a surprise awaited Herbert.
From a small jewelry store they saw a man come out, and walk
"Mr. Melville," said Herbert, in excitement, "do you see that man?"
"Yes. What of him?"
"It is the man who tried to rob me on Bunker Hill Monument."
He had hardly uttered these words when another man darted from the
shop, bareheaded, and pursued Herbert's morning acquaintance, crying,
The thief took to his heels, but a policeman was at hand, and
seized him by the collar.
"What has this man been doing?" he asked, as the jeweler's clerk
came up, panting.
"He has stolen a diamond ring from the counter," answered the
clerk. "I think he has a watch besides."
"It's a lie!" said the thief, boldly.
"Search him!" said the clerk, "and you'll find that I have made no
"Come with me to the station house, and prepare your complaint,"
said the policeman.
By this time a crowd had gathered, and the thief appealed to them.
"Gentlemen," he said, "I am a reputable citizen of St. Louis, come
to Boston to buy goods, and I protest against this outrage. It is
either a mistake or a conspiracy, I don't know which."
The thief was well dressed, and some of the bystanders were
disposed to put confidence in him. He had not seen Herbert and George
Melville, who had left the car and joined the throng, or he might not
have spoken so confidently.
"He doesn't look like a thief," said one of the bystanders, a
benevolent-looking old gentleman.
"I should say not," said the thief, more boldly. "It's a pretty
state of things if a respectable merchant can't enter a store here in
Boston without being insulted and charged with theft. If I only had
some of my friends or acquaintances here, they would tell you that it
is simply ridiculous to make such a charge against me."
"You can explain this at the station house," said the policeman.
"It is my duty to take you there."
"Is there no one who knows the gentleman?" said the philanthropist
before referred to. "Is there no one to speak up for him?"
Herbert pressed forward, and said, quietly:
"I know something of him; I passed the morning in his company."
The thief turned quickly, but he didn't seem gratified to see
"The boy is mistaken," he said, hurriedly; "I never saw him
"But I have seen you, sir," retorted our hero. "You saw me draw
some money from a bank in State Street, scraped acquaintance with me,
and tried to rob me of it on Bunker Hill."
"It's a lie!" said the prisoner, hoarsely.
"Do you wish to make a charge to that effect?" asked the policeman.
"No, sir; I only mentioned what I knew of him to support the charge
of this gentleman," indicating the jeweler's clerk.
The old gentleman appeared to lose his interest in the prisoner
after Herbert's statement, and he was escorted without further delay
to the station house, where a gold watch and the diamond ring were
both found on his person. It is scarcely needful to add that he was
tried and sentenced to a term of imprisonment in the very
city—Charlestown—where he had attempted to rob Herbert.
"It is not always that retribution so quickly overtakes the
wrongdoer," said Melville. "St. Louis will hardly be proud of the man
who claims her citizenship."
"Dishonesty doesn't seem to pay in his case," said Herbert,
"It never pays in any case, Herbert," said George Melville,
emphatically. "Even if a man could steal enough to live upon, and
were sure not to be found out, he would not enjoy his ill-gotten
gain, as an honest man enjoys the money he works hard for. But when
we add the risk of detection and the severe penalty of imprisonment,
it seems a fatal mistake for any man to overstep the bounds of
honesty and enroll himself as a criminal."
"I agree with you, Mr. Melville," said Herbert, thoughtfully. "I
don't think I shall ever be tempted, but if I am, I will think of
this man and his quick detection."
When they reached the depot, a little before four o'clock, George
Melville sent Herbert to the ticket office to purchase tickets, while
he remained in the waiting room.
"I might as well accustom you to the duties that are likely to
devolve upon you," he said, with a smile.
Herbert had purchased the tickets and was turning away, when to his
surprise he saw Ebenezer Graham enter the depot, laboring evidently
under considerable excitement. He did not see Herbert, so occupied
was he with thoughts of an unpleasant nature, till the boy greeted
"Herbert Carr!" he said; "when did you come into Boston?"
"This morning, sir."
"Have you seen anything of my son, Eben, here?" gasped Mr. Graham.
"Yes, sir; he was on the same train, but I did not see him to speak
to him till after I reached the city."
"Do you know what he has been doing here?" asked Ebenezer, his face
haggard with anxiety.
"I only saw him for five minutes," answered Herbert, reluctant to
tell the father what he knew would confirm any suspicion he might
"Where did you see him?" demanded Ebenezer, quickly.
"At a railroad ticket office not far from the Old South Church."
"Do you know if he bought any ticket?" asked Ebenezer, anxiously.
"Yes," answered Herbert. "I overheard him purchasing a ticket to
Ebenezer groaned, and his face seemed more and more wizened and
"It is as I thought!" he exclaimed, bitterly. "My own son has
robbed me and fled like a thief, as he is."
Herbert was shocked, but not surprised. He didn't like to ask
particulars, but Ebenezer volunteered them.
"This morning," he said, "I foolishly gave Eben a hundred dollars,
and sent him to Boston to pay for a bill of goods which I recently
bought of a wholesale house on Milk Street. If I had only known you
were going in, I would have sent it by you."
Herbert felt gratified at this manifestation of confidence,
especially as he had so recently been charged with robbing the post
office, but did not interrupt Mr. Graham, who continued:
"As soon as Eben was fairly gone, I began to feel sorry I sent him,
for he got into extravagant ways when he was in Boston before, and he
had been teasing me to give him money enough to go out West with.
About noon I discovered that he had taken fifty dollars more than the
amount I intrusted to him, and then I couldn't rest till I was on my
way to Boston to find out the worst. I went to the house on Milk
Street and found they had seen nothing of Eben. Then I knew what had
happened. The graceless boy has robbed his father of a hundred and
fifty dollars, and is probably on his way West by this time."
"He was to start by the three o'clock train, I think," said
Herbert, and gave his reasons for thinking so.
Ebenezer seemed so utterly cast down by this confirmation of his
worst suspicions, that Herbert called Mr. Melville, thinking he might
be able to say something to comfort him.
CHAPTER XIX. EBENEZER GRAHAM'S
"How much have you lost by your son, Mr. Graham?" asked George
"Nearly two hundred and fifty dollars," groaned Ebenezer, "counting
what I paid in the city to his creditors, it is terrible, terrible!"
and he wrung his hands in his bitterness of spirit.
"I am sorry for you," said Melville, "and still more for him."
"Why should yon be sorry for him?" demanded Ebenezer, sharply. "He
hasn't lost anything."
"Is it nothing to lose his consciousness of integrity, to leave his
home knowing that he is a thief?"
"Little he'll care for that!" said Mr. Graham, shrugging his
shoulders. "He's laughing in his sleeve, most likely, at the way he
has duped and cheated me, his father."
"How old is Eben, Mr. Graham?"
"He will be twenty in November," answered Ebenezer, apparently
puzzled by the question.
"Then, as he is so young, let us hope that he may see the error of
his ways, and repent."
"That won't bring me back my money," objected Ebenezer,
querulously. It was clear that he thought more of the money he had
lost than of his son's lack of principle.
"No, it will not give you back your money, but it may give you back
a son purified and prepared to take an honorable position in
"No, no; he's bad, bad!" said the stricken father. "What did he
care for the labor and toil it took to save up that money?"
"I hope the loss of the money will not distress you, Mr. Graham."
"Well, no, not exactly," said Ebenezer, hesitating. "I shall have
to take some money from the savings bank to make up what that
graceless boy has stolen."
It was clear that Ebenezer Graham would not have to go to the
poorhouse in consequence of his losses.
"I can hardly offer you consolation," said George Melville, "but I
suspect that you will not be called upon to pay any more money for
"I don't mean to!" said Ebenezer, grimly.
"Going away as he has done, he will find it necessary to support
himself, and will hardly have courage to send to you for assistance."
"Let him try it!" said Ebenezer, his eyes snapping.
"He may, therefore, being thrown upon his own resources, be
compelled to work hard, and that will probably be the best thing that
can happen to him."
"I hope he will! I hope he will!" said the storekeeper. "He may
find out after a while that he had an easy time at home, and was
better paid than he will be among strangers. I won't pay any more of
his debts. I'll publish a notice saying that I have given him his
time, and won't pay any more debts of his contracting. He might run
into debt enough to ruin me, between now and the time he becomes of
George Melville considered that the storekeeper was justified in
taking this step, and said so.
While they were on the train, Ebenezer got measurably reconciled to
his loss, and his busy brain began to calculate how much money he
would save by ceasing to be responsible for Eben's expenses of living
and prospective debts. Without this drawback, he knew he would grow
richer every year. He knew also that notwithstanding the sum it had
just cost him, he would be better off at the end of the year than the
beginning, and to a man of his character this was perhaps the best
form of consolation that he could have.
Suddenly it occurred to Mr. Graham that he should need a clerk in
place of his son.
"Now that Eben has gone, Herbert," he said, "I am ready to take you
This was a surprise, for Herbert had not thought of the effect upon
his own business prospects.
"I have got a place, thank you, Mr. Graham," he said.
"You don't call trampin' round huntin' and fishin' work, do you?"
"It is very agreeable work, sir."
"But it stands to reason that you can't earn much that way. I
wouldn't give you twenty-five cents a week for such doings."
"Are you willing to pay me more than Mr. Melville does?" asked
Herbert, demurely, smiling to himself.
"How much does he pay you now?" asked Ebenezer, cautiously.
"Six dollars a week."
"Six dollars a week!" repeated the storekeeper, in incredulous
amazement. "Sho! you're joking!"
"You can ask Mr. Melville, sir."
Ebenezer regarded George Melville with an inquiring look.
"Yes, I pay Herbert six dollars a week," said he, smiling.
"Well, I never!" ejaculated Ebenezer. "That's the strangest thing I
ever heard. How in the name of conscience can a boy earn so much
money trampin' round?"
"Perhaps it would not be worth as much to anyone else," said
Melville, "but Herbert suits me, and I need cheerful company."
"You ain't goin' to keep him long at that figger, be you, Mr.
Melville?" asked Mr. Graham, bluntly.
"I think we shall be together a considerable time, Mr. Graham. If,
however, you should be willing to pay Herbert a larger salary, I
might feel it only just to release him from his engagement to me."
"Me pay more'n six dollars a week!" gasped Ebenezer. "I ain't quite
crazy. Why, it would take about all I get from the post office."
"You wouldn't expect me to take less than I can earn elsewhere, Mr.
Graham," said Herbert.
"No-o!" answered the storekeeper, slowly. He was evidently
nonplused by the absolute necessity of getting another clerk, and his
inability to think of a suitable person.
"If Tom Tripp was with me, I might work him into the business,"
said Ebenezer, thoughtfully, "but he's bound out to a farmer."
An inspiration came to Herbert. He knew that his mother would be
glad to earn something, and there was little else to do in Wayneboro.
"I think," he said, "you might make an arrangement with my mother,
to make up and sort the mail, for a time, at least."
"Why, so I could; I didn't think of that," answered Ebenezer,
relieved. "Do you think she'd come over to-morrow mornin'?"
"If she can't, I will," said Herbert. "I don't meet Mr. Melville
till nine o'clock."
"So do! I'll expect you. I guess I'll come over and see your mother
this evenin', and see if I can't come to some arrangement with her."
It may be added that Mr. Graham did as proposed, and Mrs. Carr
agreed to render him the assistance he needed for three dollars a
week. It required only her mornings, and a couple of hours at the
close of the afternoon, and she was very glad to convert so much time
"It makes me feel more independent," she said. "I don't want to
feel that you do all the work, Herbert, and maintain the family
The same evening Herbert broached the plan of traveling with Mr.
Melville. As might have been expected, his mother was at first
startled, and disposed to object, but Herbert set before her the
advantages, both to himself and the family, and touched upon the
young man's need of a companion so skillfully and eloquently that she
was at last brought to regard the proposal favorably. She felt that
George Melville was one to whom she could safely trust her only boy.
Moreover, her own time would be partly occupied, owing to the
arrangement she had just made to assist in the post office, so that
Herbert carried his point.
The tenth of October arrived, the date which George Melville had
fixed upon for his departure. Mrs. Carr had put Herbert's wardrobe in
order, and he had bought himself a capacious carpetbag and an
umbrella, and looked forward with eagerness to the day on which their
journey was to commence. He had long thought and dreamed of the West,
its plains and cities, but had never supposed that it would be his
privilege to make acquaintance with them, at any rate, until he should
have become twice his present age. But the unexpected had happened,
and on Monday he and George Melville were to start for Chicago.
CHAPTER XX. AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE IN
In due time our travelers reached Chicago, and put up at the Palmer
House. Herbert was much impressed by the elegance of the hotel, its
sumptuous furniture, and luxurious table. It must be considered that
he was an inexperienced traveler, though had he been otherwise he
might be excused for his admiration.
"I have some business in Chicago, and shall remain two or three
days," said George Melville.
Herbert was quite reconciled to the delay, and, as his services
were not required, employed his time in making himself familiar with
the famous Western city. He kept his eyes open, and found something
new and interesting at every step. One day, as he was passing through
the lower portion of the city, his attention was called to a young
man wheeling a barrow of cabbages and other vegetables, a little in
advance of him. Of course, there was nothing singular about this, but
there seemed something familiar in the figure of the young man.
Herbert quickened his step, and soon came up with him.
One glance was enough. Though disguised by a pair of overalls, and
without a coat, Herbert recognized the once spruce dry-goods clerk,
Eben recognized Herbert at the same time. He started, and flushed
with shame, not because of the theft of which he had been guilty, but
because he was detected in an honest, but plebeian labor.
"Herbert Carr!" he exclaimed, stopping short.
"Yes, Eben; it is I!"
"You find me changed," said Eben, dolefully.
"No, I should recognize you anywhere."
"I don't mean that. I have sunk very low," and he glanced
pathetically at the wheelbarrow.
"If you refer to your employment, I don't agree with you. It is an
"True, but I never dreamed when I stood behind the counter in
Boston, and waited on fashionable ladies, that I should ever come to
"He seems more ashamed of wheeling vegetables than of stealing,"
thought Herbert, and he was correct.
"How do you happen to be in this business, Eben?" he asked, with
"I must do it or starve. I was cheated out of my money soon after I
came here, and didn't know where to turn."
Eben did not explain that he lost his money in a gambling house. He
might have been cheated out of it, but it was his own fault, for
venturing into competition with older and more experienced knaves
"I went for thirty-six hours without food," continued Eben, "when I
fell in with a man who kept a vegetable store, and he offered to
employ me. I have been with him ever since."
"You were fortunate to find employment," said Herbert.
"Fortunate!" repeated Eben, in a tragic tone. "How much wages do
you think I get?"
"I can't guess."
"Five dollars a week, and have to find myself," answered Eben,
mournfully. "What would my fashionable friends in Boston say if they
could see me?"
"I wouldn't mind what they said as long as you are getting an
"How do you happen to be out here?" asked Eben.
His story was told in a few words.
"You are always in luck!" said Eben, enviously. "I wish I had your
chance. Is Mr. Melville very rich?"
"He is rich; but I don't know how rich."
"Do you think he'd lend me money enough to get home?"
"I don't know."
"Will you ask him?"
"I will tell him that you made the request, Eben," answered
Herbert, cautiously. "Have you applied to your father?"
"To the old man? Yes. He hasn't any more heart than a grindstone,"
said Eben, bitterly. "What do you think he wrote me?"
"He refused, I suppose."
"Here is his letter," said Eben, drawing from his pocket a greasy
half sheet of note paper. "See what he has to say to his only son."
This was the letter:
"EBEN GRAHAM: I have received your letter, and am not surprised to
hear that you are in trouble. 'As a man sows, so also shall he reap.'
A young man who will rob his father of his hard earnings is capable of
anything. You have done what you could to ruin me, and deserve what
you have got. You want me to send you money to come home, and continue
your wicked work—I shall not do it. I wash my hands of you; I have
already given notice, through the country paper that I have given you
your time, and shall pay no more debts of your contracting.
"I am glad to hear that you are engaged in an honest employment. It
is better than I expected. I would not have been surprised if I had
heard that you were in jail. My advice to you is to stay where you
are and make yourself useful to your employer. He may in time raise
your wages. Five years hence, if you have turned over a new leaf and
led an honest life, I may give you a place in my store. At present, I
would rather leave you where you are.
"What do you say to that? Isn't that rather rough on an only son,
eh?" said Eben.
It occurred to Herbert that Eben hardly deserved very liberal
treatment from his father, notwithstanding he was an only son.
"Oh, the old man is awfully mean and close-fisted," said Eben. "He
cares more for money than for anything else. By the way, how does
Melville treat you?"
"Mr. Melville," said Herbert, emphasizing the Mr., "is always kind
"Pays you well, eh?"
"He pays me more than I could get anywhere else."
"Pays all your hotel and traveling expenses, eh?"
"And a good salary besides?"
"Herbert," said Eben, suddenly, "I want you to do me a favor."
"What is it?"
"You've always known me, you know. When you was a little chap, and
came into the store, I used to give you sticks of candy."
"I don't remember it," answered Herbert, truthfully.
"I did, all the same. You were so young that you don't remember
"Well, Eben, what of it?"
"I want you to lend me ten dollars, Herbert, in memory of old
Herbert was generously inclined, on ordinary occasions, but did not
feel so on this occasion. He felt that Eben was not a deserving
object, even had he felt able to make so large a loan. Besides, he
could not forget that the young man who now asked a favor had brought
a false charge of stealing against him.
"You will have to excuse me, Eben," he answered. "To begin with, I
cannot afford to lend so large a sum."
"I would pay you back as soon as I could."
"Perhaps you would," said Herbert, "though I have not much
confidence in it. But you seem to forget that you charged me with
stealing only a short time since. I wonder how you. have the face to
ask me to lend you ten dollars, or any sum."
"It was a mistake," muttered Eben, showing some signs of confusion.
"At any rate, I won't say anything more about it while you are in
trouble. But you must excuse my declining to lend you."
"Lend me five dollars, then," pleaded Eben.
"What do you want to do with it?"
"To buy lottery tickets. I am almost sure I should win a prize, and
then I can pay you five dollars for one."
"I wouldn't lend any money for that purpose to my dearest friend,"
said Herbert "Buying lottery tickets is about the most foolish
investment you could make."
"Then I won't buy any," said Eben. "Lend me the money and I will
use it to buy clothes."
"You will have to excuse me," said Herbert, coldly.
"I didn't think you'd be so mean," whined Eben, "to a friend in
"I don't look upon you as a friend, and for very good reasons,"
retorted Herbert, as he walked away.
Eben looked after him with a scowl of hatred.
"I'd like to humble that boy's pride," he muttered, as he slowly
resumed his march.
CHAPTER XXI. COL. WARNER.
When Herbert returned to the hotel he found George Melville in the
reading room in conversation with a tall and dignified-looking
"Is that your brother, Mr. Melville?" asked the latter, as Herbert
came forward and spoke to Melville.
"No, Colonel, he is my young friend and confidential clerk, Herbert
"Glad to make your acquaintance, Mr. Carr," said the colonel,
affably, extending his hand as he spoke.
"This is Col. Warner, Herbert," explained George Melville.
Herbert, who was naturally polite, shook hands with the colonel,
and said he was glad to make his acquaintance.
"I have been talking with Mr. Melville," said the colonel. "I am
sorry to hear that he is traveling in search of health."
"Yes, sir; I hope he will find his journey beneficial."
"Oh, not a doubt of it! Not a doubt of it! I've been there myself.
Do you know, when I was twenty-five, which I take to be about the age
of your employer, I thought I should die of consumption?"
"I shouldn't have supposed it, sir," said Herbert, and Melville,
too, felt surprised, as he noticed the stalwart proportions of the
"Ha! ha! I dare say not," said the colonel, laughing. "I don't look
much like it now, eh?"
"No, you certainly don't, colonel," said Melville. "I am curious to
know how you overcame the threatened danger."
"I did what you are doing, sir; I came West."
"But the mere coming West did not cure you, did it?"
"No, sir; it was the life I lived," returned Col. \Varner. "I
didn't stay in the cities; I went into the wilderness. I lived in a
log-cabin. I bought a horse, and rode every day. I kept in the open
air, and, after a while, I found my strength returning and my chest
expanding, and in a twelvemonth I could afford to laugh at doctors."
"And you have never had a return of the old symptoms?" asked
Melville, with interest.
"Never, except four years afterwards, when I went to New York and
remained nearly a year. I am now fifty, and rather hale and hearty
for my years, eh?"
"Let me advise you to follow my example, Mr. Melville."
"It was my intention when I started West to live very much as you
indicated," said Melville. "Now that I have heard your experience, I
am confirmed in my resolve."
"Good! I am glad to hear it. When do you leave Chicago?"
"And how far West do you intend to go?"
"I have thought of Colorado."
"Couldn't do better. I know Colorado like a book. In fact, I own
some valuable mining property there, up in—ahem! Gilpin County. By
the way—I take it you are a rich man—why don't you invest in that
way? Perhaps, however, you have it in view?"
"No, I haven't thought of it," answered Melville. "The fact is, I
am not anxious to become richer, having enough for all my present
"Just so," said the colonel. "But you might marry."
"Even if I did—"
"You would have money enough," said Col. Warner, finishing the
sentence for him. "Well, I am delighted to hear it. I am very well
fixed myself—in fact, some of my friendy call me, ha! ha!—the
nabob. But, as I was saying I am rich enough and to spare, and
still—you may be surprised—still I have no objection to making a
little more money."
Col. Warner nodded his head vigorously, and watched George Melville
to see the effect upon him of this extraordinary statement.
"Very natural, colonel," said Melville. "I believe most people want
to be richer. Perhaps if I had vigorous health I might have the same
wish. At present my chief wish is to recover my health."
"You'll do it, sir, you'll do it—and in short order, too! Then you
can turn your attention to money-making."
"Perhaps so," said Melville, with a smile.
"If not for yourself, for your young friend here," added the
colonel. "I take it he is not rich."
"I have my fortune still to make, Col. Warner," said Herbert,
"The easiest thing in the world out here, my boy!" said the
colonel, paternally. "So you start to-morrow?" he inquired, turning to
"I think of it."
"Egad! I've a great mind to accompany you," said the colonel. "Why
shouldn't I? I've got through all my business in Chicago, and I like
the pure air of the prairies best."
"We shall be glad of your company, colonel," said Melville,
"Thank you, sir; that decides me. I'll see you again and fix the
hour of going, or rather I'll conform myself to your arrangements."
"Very well, colonel."
"What do you think of my new acquaintance, Col. Warner, Herbert?"
asked Melville when they were alone.
"He seems to have a very good opinion of himself," answered
"Yes, he is very well pleased with himself. He isn't a man exactly
to my taste, but he seems a representative Western man. He does not
look much like a consumptive?"
"I feel an interest in him on that account," said Melville,
seriously. "If at any time I could become as strong and stalwart I
would willingly surrender one-half, nay nine-tenths of my fortune.
Ill health is a great drag upon a man; it largely curtails his
enjoyments, and deprives him of all ambition."
"I don't see why his remedy wouldn't work well in your case, Mr.
Melville," said Herbert, earnestly.
"Perhaps it may. At any rate, I feel inclined to try it. I am glad
the colonel is going to travel with us, as I shall be able to
question him about the details of his cure. He seems a bluff, genial
fellow, and though I don't expect to enjoy his companionship much, I
hope to derive some benefit from it."
"By the way, Mr. Melville, I met an old acquaintance while I was
out walking," said Herbert.
"How did he look—prosperous?"
"Hardly—he was wheeling a barrow of vegetables."
"Did you speak with him?"
"Yes; he wanted to borrow money."
"I am not surprised at that; I thought it time for him to be out of
money. Did you lend him?"
"No; I found he wanted money to buy a lottery ticket. I told him I
wouldn't lend money to my best friend for that purpose."
"Very sensible in you, Herbert."
"If he had been in distress, I might have let him have a few
dollars, notwithstanding he treated me so meanly at Wayneboro, but he
seems to be earning a living."
"I presume he doesn't enjoy the business he is in?"
"No; he complains that he has lowered himself by accepting such a
"It doesn't occur to him that he lowered himself when he stole
money from his father, I suppose."
"It doesn't seem to."
Later in the day Herbert came across Col. Warner in the corridor of
"Ha! my young friend!" he said, affably. "I am glad to meet you."
"Thank you, sir."
"And how is your friend?"
"No change since morning," answered Herbert, slightly smiling.
"By the way, Herbert—your name is Herbert, isn't it—may I offer
you a cigar?" said Col. Warner.
The colonel opened his cigar-case and extended it to Herbert.
"Thank you, sir, but I don't smoke."
"Don't smoke? That is, you don't smoke cigars. May I offer you a
"I don't smoke at all, colonel."
"Indeed, remarkable! Why, sir, before I was your age I smoked."
"Do you think it good for consumption?" asked Herbert.
"Ha, ha, you have me there! Well, perhaps not. Do you know," said
the colonel, changing the conversation, "I feel a great interest in
"You are very kind."
"'Upon my soul, I do. He is a most interesting young man. Rich,
too! I am glad he is rich!"
"He would value health more than money," said Herbert.
"To be sure, to be sure! By the way, you don't know how much
property your friend has?"
"No, sir, he never told me," answered Herbert, surprised at the
"Keeps such matters close, eh? Now, I don't. I never hesitate to
own up to a quarter of a million. Yes, quarter of a million! That's
the size of my pile."
"You are fortunate, Col. Warner," said Herbert, sincerely.
"So I am, so I am! Two years hence I shall have half a million, if
all goes well. So you won't have a cigar; no? Well, I'll see you
"He's a strange man," thought Herbert. "I wonder if his statements
can be relied upon." Somehow Herbert doubted it. He was beginning to
distrust the colonel.
CHAPTER XXII. A MOUNTAIN STAGE.
We pass over several days, and change the scene. We left Herbert
and Melville in the Palmer House in Chicago, surrounded by stately
edifices and surging crowds. Now everything is changed. They are in a
mountainous district, where a man might ride twenty miles without
seeing a house. They are, in fact, within the limits of what was then
known as the Territory of Colorado. It is not generally known that
Colorado contains over a hundred mountain summits over ten thousand
feet above the sea level. It is perhaps on account of the general
elevation that it is recommended by physicians as a good health resort
for all who are troubled with lung complaints.
At the time of which I speak most of the traveling was done by
stage. Now railroads unite the different portions with links of
steel, and make traveling less cumbersome and laborious. There was
one of the party, however, who did not complain, but rather enjoyed
the jolting of the lumbering stage-coach.
Col. Warner was of the party. He professed to feel an extraordinary
interest in George Melville, and was anxious to show him the country
where he had himself regained his health.
"Lonely, sir!" repeated the colonel, in answer to a remark of
George Melville. "Why, sir, it's a populous city compared with what it
was in '55, when I was out here. I built myself a cabin in the woods,
and once for twelve months I didn't see a white face."
"Were there many Indians, Colonel?" asked Herbert.
"Indians? I should say so. Only twenty miles from my cabin was an
"Did they trouble you any?" asked Herbert, curiously.
"Well, they tried to," answered the colonel. "One night as I lay
awake I heard stealthy steps outside, and peeping through a crevice
between the logs just above the head of my bed—by the way, my bed
was the skin of a bear I had myself killed—I could see a string of
Utes preparing to besiege me."
"Were you afraid?" asked Herbert, a little mischievously, for he
knew pretty well what the colonel would say.
"Afraid!" repeated the colonel, indignantly. "What do you take me
for? I have plenty of faults," continued Col. Warner, modestly, "but
cowardice isn't one of them. No, sir; I never yet saw the human
being, white, black, or red, that I stood in fear of. But, as I was
saying, the redskins collected around my cabin, and were preparing to
break in the door, when I leveled my revolver and brought down their
foremost man. This threw them into confusion. They retreated a little
way, then advanced again with a horrible yell, and I gave myself up
for lost. But I got in another shot, bringing down another warrior,
this time the son of their chief. The same scene was repeated. Well,
to make a long story short, I repulsed them at every advance, and
finally when but three were left, they concluded that prudence was the
better part of valor, and fled, leaving their dead and wounded behind
"How many were there of them?" asked Herbert.
"Well, in the morning when I went out I found seven dead redskins,
and two others lying at the point of death."
"That was certainly a thrilling adventure, Colonel," said George
"Egad, I should say so."
"I confess I don't care to meet with any such."
"Oh, no danger, no danger!" said the colonel, airily. "That is,
comparatively speaking. In fact, the chief danger is of a different
"Of the sleigh upsetting and tipping us out into some of the
canyons, I suppose you mean?"
"No, I speak of the gentlemen of the road—road agents as they are
"You mean highwaymen?"
"Is there much danger of meeting them?" asked Melville.
"Well, there's a chance. They are quite in the habit of attacking
stage-coaches, and plundering the passengers. Sometimes they make
"That must be rather inconvenient to the passengers." said
Melville. "Can't the laws reach these outlaws?"
"They don't seem to. Why, there are men who have been in the
business for years, and have never been caught."
"Very true," said a fellow traveler. "There's Jerry Lane, for
instance. He has succeeded thus far in eluding the vigilance of the
"Yes," said the colonel, "I once saw Lane myself. Indeed he did me
the honor of relieving me of five hundred dollars."
"Couldn't you help it?" asked Herbert.
"No; he covered me with his revolver, and if I had drawn mine I
shouldn't have lived to take aim at him."
"Were you in a stage at the time?"
"No, I was riding on horseback."
"Is this Lane a large man?" asked George Melville.
"Not larger than myself," continued the colonel.
"Where does he live—in some secret haunt in the forest, I
"Oh, no, he doesn't confine himself to one place. He travels a good
deal. Sometimes he goes to St. Louis. I have heard that he sometimes
even visits New York."
"And is he not recognized?"
"No; he looks like anything but an outlaw. If you should see him
you might think him a prosperous merchant, or banker."
"That's curious!" said Herbert.
"The fact is," said the colonel, "when you travel by stage-coaches
in these solitudes you have to take the chances. Now I carry my money
concealed in an inner pocket, where it isn't very likely to be found.
Of course I have another wallet, just for show, and I give that up
when I have to."
There was a stout, florid gentleman present, who listened to the
above conversation with ill-disguised nervousness. He was a New York
capitalist, of German birth, going out to inspect a mine in which he
proposed purchasing an interest. His name was Conrad Stiefel.
"Good gracious!" said he, "I had no idea a man ran such a risk, or
I would have stayed at home. I decidedly object to being robbed."
"Men are robbed in a different way in New York," said George
"How do you mean, Mr. Melville?"
"By defaulting clerks, absconding cashiers, swindlers of excellent
"Oh, we don't mind those things," said Mr. Stiefel. "We can look
out for ourselves. But when a man points at you with a revolver, that
"I hope, my dear sir, you take good care of your money."
"That I do," said Stiefel, complacently. "I carry it in a belt
around my waist. That's a good place, hey?"
"I commend your prudence, sir," said the colonel. "You are
evidently a wise and judicious man."
"They won't think of looking there, hey?" laughed Stiefel.
"I should say not."
"You may think what you like, Mr. Stiefel," said a tall, thin
passenger, who looked like a book peddler, "but I contend that my
money is in a safer place than yours."
"Indeed, Mr. Parker, I should like to know where you keep it," said
Col. Warner, pleasantly.
"You can't get at it without taking off my stockings," said the
tall man, looking about him in a self-satisfied manner.
"Very good, 'pon my soul!" said the colonel. "I really don't know
but I shall adopt your hiding place. I am an old traveler, but not
too old to adopt new ideas when I meet with good ones."
"I think you would find it to your interest, Colonel," said Parker,
"Well, well," said the colonel, genially, "suppose we change the
subject. There isn't much chance of our being called upon to produce
our money, or part with it. Still, as I said a while since, it's best
to be cautious, and I see that you all are so. I begin to feel hungry,
gentlemen. How is it with you?"
"Are we anywhere near the place for supper?" asked Stiefel. "I wish
I could step into a good Broadway restaurant; I feel empty."
"Only a mile hence, gentlemen, we shall reach Echo Gulch, where we
halt for the night. There's a rude cabin there, where they will
provide us with supper and shelter."
This announcement gave general satisfaction. The colonel proved to
be right. The stage soon drew up in front of a long one-story
building, which bore the pretentious name of the Echo Gulch Hotel.
CHAPTER XXIII. A STARTLING
A stout, black-bearded man stood in front of the hotel to welcome
the stage passengers. He took a clay pipe from his lips and nodded a
"Glad to see you, strangers," he said. "Here, Peter, you black
rascal, help the gentlemen with their baggage."
The door was thrown open, and the party filed into a comfortless
looking apartment, at one end of which was a rude bar.
One of the passengers, at least, seemed to know the landlord, for
Col. Warner advanced to greet him, his face beaming with cordiality.
"How are you, John?" he said. "How does the world use you?"
The landlord growled something inaudible.
"Have a drink, colonel?" was the first audible remark.
"Don't care if I do. It's confounded dry traveling over these
mountain roads. Walk up, gentlemen. Col. Warner doesn't drink alone."
With the exception of Herbert and George Melville, the passengers
seemed inclined to accept the offer.
"Come along, Melville," said the colonel; "you and your friend must
"Please excuse me, colonel," answered Melville. "I would prefer not
"Oh, nonsense! To oblige me, now."
"Thank you; but I am traveling for my health, and it would not be
"Just as you say, Melville; but a little whisky would warm you up
and do you good, in my opinion."
"Thank you all the same, colonel; but I think you must count me
The colonel shrugged his shoulders and beckoned Herbert.
"You can come, anyway; your health won't prevent."
Melville did not interfere, for he knew it would give offense, but
he hoped his young clerk would refuse.
"Thank you," said Herbert; 'I won't object to a glass of
"Sarsaparilla!" repeated the colonel, in amazement. "What's that?"
"We don't keep no medicine," growled the landlord.
"Have you root-beer?" asked Herbert.
"What do you take me for?" said the landlord, contemptuously. "I
haven't got no root-beer. Whisky's good enough for any man."
"I hope you'll excuse me, then," said Herbert. "I am not used to
any strong drinks."
"How old are you?" asked the colonel, rather contemptuously.
"Sixteen years old and don't drink whisky! My young friend, your
education has been sadly neglected."
"I dare say it has," answered Herbert, good-naturedly.
"Gentlemen," said Col. Warner, apologetically, "the boy is a
stranger, and isn't used to our free Western ways. He's got the
makings of a man in him, and it won't be long before he'll get over
his squeamishness, and walk up to the bar as quick as any one of us."
Herbert and Melville stood apart, while the rest of the company
emptied their glasses, apparently at a gulp. It was clear that their
refusal had caused them to be regarded with dislike and suspicion.
The accommodations of the Echo Gulch Hotel were far from luxurious.
The chambers were scarcely larger than a small closet, clap-boarded
but not plastered, and merely contained a bedstead. Washing
accommodations were provided downstairs.
Herbert and George Melville were assigned to a single room, to
which they would not have objected had the room been larger. It was of
no use to indulge in open complaints, however, since others had to
fare in the same way.
"This isn't luxury, Herbert," said Melville.
"No," answered the boy; "but I don't mind it if you don't."
"I am afraid I may keep you awake by my coughing, Herbert."
"Not if I once get to sleep. I sleep as sound as a top."
"I wish I did; but I am one of the wakeful kind. Being an invalid,
I am more easily annoyed by small inconveniences. You, with your
sturdy health, are more easily suited."
"Mr. Melville, I had just as lief sleep downstairs in a chair, and
give you the whole of the bed."
"Not on my account, Herbert. I congratulate myself on having you
for a roommate. If I had been traveling alone I might have been packed
away with the colonel, who, by this time, would be even less
desirable as a bedfellow than usual."
The worthy colonel had not been content with a single glass of
whisky, but had followed it up several times, till his utterance had
become thick, and his face glowed with a dull, brick-dust color.
Col. Warner had been assigned to the adjoining chamber, or closet,
whichever it may be called. He did not retire early, however, while
Herbert and George Melville did.
Strangely enough, Herbert, who was usually so good a sleeper, after
a short nap woke up. He turned to look at his companion, for it was a
moonlight night, and saw that he was sleeping quietly.
"I wonder what's got into me?" he thought; "I thought I should
sleep till morning."
He tried to compose himself to sleep, but the more effort he made
the broader awake he became. Sometimes it seems as if such
unaccountable deviations from our ordinary habits were Heaven-sent.
As Herbert lay awake he suddenly became aware of a conversation which
was being carried on, in low tones, in the next room. The first voice
he heard, he recognized as that of the colonel.
"Yes," he said, "some of the passengers have got money. There's
that Stiefel probably carries a big sum in gold and notes. When I was
speaking of the chance of the stage being robbed, he was uncommon
"Who's Stiefel?" was growled in another voice, which Herbert had no
difficulty in recognizing as the landlord's.
"Oh, he's the fat, red-faced German. From his talk, I reckon he's
come out to buy mines somewhere in Colorado."
"We'll save him the trouble."
"So we will—good joke, John. Oh, about this Stiefel, he carries
his money in a belt round his waist. I infer that it is gold."
"Good! What about the others?"
"There's a tall, thin man—his name is Parker," proceeded the
colonel; "he's smart, or thinks he is; you'll have to pull his
stockings off to get his money. Ha, ha!"
"How did you find out, colonel?" asked the landlord, in admiration.
"Drew it out of him, sir. He didn't know who he was confiding in.
He'll wonder how the deuce his hiding place was suspected."
Other passengers were referred to who have not been mentioned, and
in each case the colonel was able to tell precisely where their money
"How about that milksop that wouldn't drink with us?" inquired the
landlord, after a while.
"Melville? I couldn't find out where he keeps his cash. Probably he
keeps it in his pocket. He doesn't look like a cautious man."
"Who's the boy?"
"Only a clerk or secretary of Melville's. He hasn't any money, and
isn't worth attention."
"Very glad to hear it," thought Herbert. "I don't care to receive
any attention from such gentry. But who would have thought the
colonel was in league with stage robbers? I thought him a gentleman."
Herbert began to understand why it was that Col. Warner, if that
was his real name, had drawn the conversation to stage robbers, and
artfully managed to discover where each of the passengers kept his
supply of money. It was clear that he was in league with the landlord
of the Echo Gulch Hotel, who, it was altogether probable, intended to
waylay the stage the next day.
This was a serious condition of affairs. The time had been when, in
reading stories of adventure, Herbert had wished that he, too, might
have some experience of the kind. Now that the opportunity had come,
our hero was disposed to regard the matter with different eyes.
"What can be done," he asked himself, anxiously, "to escape the
danger which threatens us to-morrow?"
CHAPTER XXIV. A MORNING WALK.
Herbert found it difficult to sleep from anxiety. He felt that the
burden was too great for him alone to bear, and he desired to speak
on the subject to George Melville. But there was a difficulty about
doing this undetected, on account of the thinness of the partitions
between the rooms. If he could hear Col. Warner, the latter would
also be able to hear him.
The stage was to start at seven o'clock the next morning, and
before that time some decision must be made. The first question was,
should they, or should they not, take passage, as they had
At half-past five, Herbert, turning in bed, found his bedfellow
"Mr. Melville," he whispered, "I have something important to
communicate, and cannot do so here on account of the danger of being
heard in the next room. Are you willing to dress and take a little
walk with me before breakfast?"
George Melville's physical condition did not make him usually
favorable to early rising, but he knew Herbert well enough to
understand that he had a satisfactory reason for his request.
"Yes, Herbert," he said, "I will get up."
Not a word was exchanged, for Mr. Melville's discretion prevailed
over his curiosity. In ten minutes both were fully dressed and
descended the stairs.
There was no one stirring except a woman, the landlord's wife, who
was lighting the fire in order to prepare breakfast.
She regarded the two with surprise, and perhaps a little distrust.
"You're stirrin' early, strangers," she said.
"Yes," answered Melville, courteously, "we are going to take a
little walk before breakfast; it may sharpen our appetites."
"Humph!" said the woman; "that's curious. I wouldn't get up so
early if I wasn't obliged. There ain't much to see outdoors."
"It is a new part of the country to us," said Melville, "and we may
not have another chance to see it."
"When will breakfast be ready?" asked Herbert.
"Half an hour, more or less," answered the woman, shortly.
"We will be back in time," he said.
The landlady evidently thought their early-rising a singular
proceeding, but her suspicions were not aroused. She resumed her
work, and Herbert and his friend walked out through the open door.
When they had reached a spot a dozen rods or more distant, Melville
turned to his young clerk and asked:
"Well, Herbert, what is it?"
"I have discovered, Mr. Melville, that our stage is to be stopped
to-day and the passengers plundered."
"How did you discover this?" asked Melville, startled.
"By a conversation which I overheard in the next chamber to us."
"But that chamber is occupied by Col. Warner."
"And he is one of the conspirators," said Herbert, quietly.
"Is it possible?" ejaculated Melville. "Can we have been so
deceived in him? Does he propose to waylay the stage?"
"No, I presume he will be one of the passengers."
"Tell me all you know about this matter, Herbert. Who is engaged
with him in this plot?"
"I am not much surprised at this," said Melville, thoughtfully. "He
is an ill-looking man, whose appearance fits the part of highwayman
very well. Then you think the colonel is in league with him?"
"I am sure of that. Don't you remember how skillfully Col. Warner
drew out of the passengers the hiding places of their money
"He has told all to the landlord, and he will no doubt make use of
the knowledge. That is all, Mr. Melville. I could not rest till I had
told you, so that you might decide what to do."
"It seems quite providential that you were kept awake last night,
Herbert, otherwise this blow would have come upon us unprepared. Even
with the knowledge that it impends, I hardly know what it is best for
us to do."
"We might decide not to go in the stage," suggested Hebert.
"But we should have to go to-morrow. We cannot stay here, and there
is no other way of traveling. As the colonel seems to think I have
money, there would be another attack to-morrow. Besides, where could
we stay except at this hotel, which is kept, as it appears, by the
"That is true," said Herbert, puzzled; "I didn't think of that."
"I would quite as soon stand my chance of being robbed in the
stage, as be attacked here. Besides, I cannot make up my mind to
desert my fellow passengers. It seems cowardly to send them off to be
plundered without giving them a hint of their danger."
"Couldn't we do that?"
"The result would be that they would not go, and there is no
knowing how long we should be compelled to remain in this secluded
"Mr. Melville," said Herbert, suddenly, "a thought has just struck
"I hope it may show us a way out of our danger."
"No, I am sorry to say that it won't do that."
"What is it, Herbert?"
"You remember that mention was made yesterday in the stage of a
certain famous bandit named Jerry Lane?"
"Yes, I remember."
"Do you think it is possible that he and Col. Warner may be one and
"That is certainly a startling suggestion, Herbert. What reason
have you for thinking so?"
"It was only a guess on my part; but you remember that the colonel
said he was a man about his size."
"That might be."
"And he did not confine himself to the Western country, but might
be met with in New York, or St. Louis. We met the colonel in Chicago."
"It may be as you surmise, Herbert," said George Melville, after a
pause. "It did occur to me that our worthy landlord might be the
famous outlaw in question, but the description to which you refer
seems to fit the colonel better. There is one thing, however, that
makes me a little incredulous."
"What is that, Mr. Melville?"
"This Jerry Lane I take to be cool and courageous, while the
colonel appears to be more of a boaster. He looks like one who can
talk better than he can act. If I had ever seen a description of his
appearance, I could judge better."
The two had been walking slowly and thoughtfully, when they were
startled by a rough voice.
"You're out early, strangers?"
Turning swiftly, they saw the dark, forbidding face of the
landlord, who had approached them unobserved.
"Did he hear anything?" thought Herbert, anxiously.
"Yes, we are taking a little walk," said Melville, pleasantly.
"Breakfast will be ready soon. You'd better be back soon, if you're
goin' by the stage this morning. You are goin', I reckon?" said the
landlord, eyeing them sharply.
"We intend to do so," said Melville. "We will walk a little
farther, and then return to the house."
The landlord turned and retraced his steps to the Echo Gulch Hotel.
"Do you think he heard anything that we were saying?" asked
"I think not."
"I wonder what brought him out here?"
"Probably he wanted to make sure that we were going in the stage.
He is laudably anxious to have as many victims and as much plunder as
"You told him you were going in the stage?"
"Yes, I have decided to do so."
"Have you decided upon anvthing else, Mr. Melville?"
"Not positively; but there will be time to think of that. Did you
hear where we were to be attacked?"
"At a point about five miles from here," said Herbert.
This he had gathered from the conversation he had overheard.
When the two friends reached the hotel, they found Col. Warner
"Good-morning, gentlemen!" he said. "So you have taken a walk? I
never walk before breakfast, for my part."
"Nor do I often," said Melville. "In this case I was persuaded by
my young friend. I am repaid by a good appetite."
"Can't I persuade you to try a glass of bitters, Mr. Melville?"
asked the colonel.
"Thank you, colonel. You will have to excuse me."
"Breakfast's ready!" announced the landlady, and the stage
passengers sat down at a long, unpainted, wooden table, where the
food was of the plainest. In spite of the impending peril of which
they, only, had knowledge, Herbert ate heartily, but Melville seemed
CHAPTER XXV. MELVILLE MAKES A
Col. Warner seemed in very good spirits. He ate and drank with
violent enjoyment, and was as affable as usual. George Melville
regarded him with curiosity.
"The man does not appear like a desperado or outlaw," he thought.
"There is nothing to distinguish him from the majority of men one
meets in ordinary intercourse. He is a problem to me, I should like
to study him."
Col. Warner did not fail to observe the unconscious intentness with
which Melville regarded him, and, for some reason, it did not please
"You have lost your appetite, Mr. Melville," he said, lightly. "You
have been looking at me until—egad!—if I were a vain man, I should
conclude there was something striking about my appearance."
"I won't gainsay that, Colonel," answered Melville, adroitly. "I
confess I am not very hungry, and I will further confess that I have
something on my mind."
"Indeed! Better make me your father confessor," said the colonel,
whose suspicion or annoyance was removed by this ready reply.
"So I may, after a while," said Melville.
He took the hint, and ceased to regard the colonel.
The latter made himself generally social, and generally popular.
The stage drove round to the door after breakfast, and there was
the usual bustle, as the passengers bestowed themselves inside.
George Melville had intended to watch narrowly the landlord and
Col. Warner, to detect, if possible, the secret understanding which
must exist between them. But he was deprived of an opportunity, for
the very good reason that the landlord had disappeared, and was not
again seen before their departure.
The driver gathered up his reins, cracked his whip, and the stage
started. Herbert looked at George Melville a little anxiously, not
knowing what course he had decided to take. They two, it will be
remembered, were the only ones who knew of the intended attack.
Before the stage started, Melville quietly took the opportunity to
hand his pocketbook to Herbert, saying, briefly: "It will be safer
with you in case of an attack."
"But won't it be considered suspicious that you have no money about
you?" suggested Herbert.
"I have a roll of bills in my pocket-fifty dollars," answered
They had no further opportunity of speaking, as one of the
passengers came up where they were standing.
Herbert had already taken his seat in the coach, when his employer
said: "Herbert, wouldn't you like to ride outside with the driver?"
"Yes, sir," answered Herbert, promptly, for he understood, that
this was Mr. Melville's wish.
"It will give us more room, and you will have a better view."
"Yes, sir; I shall like it."
In a quick manner Herbert made the change, taking care not to look
significantly at Melville, as some boys might have done, and thus
For the first mile there was very little conversation.
Then Col. Warner spoke.
"Well, gentlemen," he said, "we are fairly on our way. Let us hope
nothing will mar our pleasure."
"Do you anticipate anything?" asked George Melville.
"I! Why should I? We have a skillful driver, and I guarantee he
won't tip us over."
"Mr. Melville was, perhaps, referring to the chance of the stage
being stopped by some enterprising road agent," suggested Parker.
"Oho! Sits the wind in that quarter?" said the Colonel, laughing
lightly. "Not the least chance of that—that is, the chance is very
"You spoke differently yesterday," said the German capitalist.
"Did I? I didn't mean it, I assure you. We are as safe here as if
we were riding in the interior of New York. I suppose I was only
whiling away a few idle minutes."
"I am glad to hear it," said the German. "I shouldn't like to meet
any of these gentlemen."
"Nor I," answered Melville; "but I am prepared to give him or them
a warm reception."
As he spoke he drew a revolver from his pocket. He sat next to the
door, and in an exposed situation.
"Put up your shooting iron, Mr. Melville," said Col. Warner,
exhibiting a slight shade of annoyance. "Let me exchange places with
you. I should prefer the post of danger, if' there is any."
"You are very kind, Colonel," said Melville, quietly, "but I don't
care to change. I am quite satisfied with my seat."
"But, my dear sir, I insist—" said the Colonel, making a motion to
"Keep your seat, Colonel! I insist upon staying where I am,"
He was physically far from formidable, this young man, but there
was a resolute ring in his voice that showed he was in earnest.
"Really, my dear sir," said the Colonel, trying to conceal his
annoyance, "you have been quite misled by my foolish talk. I did not
suppose you were so nervous."
"Possibly I may have a special reason for being so," returned
"What do you mean?" demanded the Colonel, quickly. "If you have, we
are all interested, and ought to know it."
"The Colonel is right," said the German. "If you know of any
danger, it is only fair to inform us all."
"I am disposed to agree with you, gentlemen," said Melville.
"Briefly, then, I have good reason to think that this company of
passengers has been marked for plunder."
Col. Warner started, but, quickly recovering himself, he laughed
"Tush!" he said, "I put no faith in it. Some one has been deceiving
you, my friend."
But the other passengers took it more seriously.
"You evidently know something that we do not," said Parker.
"I do," answered Melville.
Col. Warner looked at him searchingly, but did not speak.
Now was the time to test George Melville's nerve. He was about to
take a bold step.
"Gentlemen," he said, "I regret to say that I have every reason to
believe there is a man in this stage who is in league with the road
This statement naturally made a sensation.
There were seven passengers, and each regarded the rest with
new-born suspicion. There seemed, on the whole, about as much reason
to suspect one man as another, and each, with the exception of
Melville, found himself looked upon with distrust.
"Pooh, Melville! You must have had bad dreams!" said Col. Warner,
who was the first to recover his self-possession. "Really, I give you
credit for a first-class sensation. As for you, gentlemen, you may
take stock in this cock-and-bull story, if you like; I shall not. I,
for one, have no fear of my fellow passengers. I regard them all as
gentlemen, and shall not allow myself to be disturbed by any silly
The air of calm composure with which the Colonel spoke served to
tranquilize the rest of the passengers, who wished to put credit in
"The Colonel speaks sensibly," said Mr. Parker, "and unless Mr.
Melville assigns a reason for his remarkable belief, I am disposed to
think we have taken alarm too quick."
"Of course, of course; all sensible men will think so," said the
Colonel. "My friend, we shall be tempted to laugh at you if you
insist on entertaining us with such hobgoblin fancies. My advice is,
to put up that weapon of yours, and turn your attention to the
scenery, which I can assure you, gentlemen, is well worthy of your
admiration. Just observe the walls of yonder canyon, and the trees
growing on the points."
"Gentlemen," said Melville, "I should be glad to take the view of
the last speaker, if I had not positive proof that he is the man who
has agreed to deliver us into the hands of a road agent within the
space of half an I hour!"
"Sir, you shall answer for this!" exclaimed the Colonel, furiously,
as he struggled to secure the weapon, his face livid with passion.
But two passengers, one the German, who, though short, was very
powerful, forcibly prevented him.
CHAPTER XXVI. A COUNCIL OF WAR.
"Are you sure of what you say?" asked a passenger, turning with a
puzzled look from George Melville, who, in the midst of the general
excitement produced by his revelation, sat, not unmoved indeed, but
comparatively calm. Courage and physical strength are by no means
inseparable, and this frail young man, whose strength probably was
not equal to Herbert's, was fearless in the face of peril which would
daunt many a stalwart six-footer.
In reply to this very natural question, George Melville repeated
the essential parts of the conversation which had taken place between
Col. Warner and the landlord.
Col. Warner's countenance changed, and he inwardly execrated the
imprudence that had made his secret plan known to one of the intended
"Is this true, Col. Warner?" asked Parker.
"No, it's a lie!" returned the colonel, with an oath.
"Gentlemen!" said George Melville, calmly, "you can choose which
you will believe. I will only suggest that this man managed very
adroitly to find out where each one of us kept his money. You can
also consider whether I have any cause to invent this story."
It was clear that the passengers were inclined to put faith in
"Gentlemen!" said the Colonel, angrily, "I never was so insulted in
my life. I am a man of wealth, traveling on business; I am worth a
quarter of a million at least. To associate me with road agents, whom
I have as much reason to fear as you, is most ridiculous. This young
man may be well-meaning, but he is under a most extraordinary
hallucination. It is my belief that he dreamed the nonsense he has
been retailing to you."
"Ask the driver to stop the stage," said Mr. Benson, a gentlman
from Philadelphia. "If Mr. Melville's story is trustworthy, we may at
any time reach the spot where the highwayman is lurking. We must have
a general consultation, and decide what is to be done."
This proposal was approved, and the driver drew up the stage.
"I don't propose to remain in the company of men who so grossly
misjudge me," said the Colonel, with dignity, as he made a motion to
leave his fellow passengers.
"Stay here, sir!" said Mr. Benson, in a tone of authority. "We
cannot spare you yet."
"Do you dare to detain me, sir?" exclaimed Warner, menacingly.
"Yes, we do," said the German. "Just stay where you are, Mr.
Colonel, till we decide what to do."
As each one of the company had produced his revolver, the Colonel
thought it prudent to obey.
"I am disgusted with this fooling," he said, "You're all a pack of
"Driver," said George Melville, "has this stage ever been robbed?"
"Several times," the driver admitted.
"When was the last time?"
"Two months since."
"Where did it happen?"
"About a mile further on."
"Did you ever see this gentleman before?" he asked, pointing to the
"Yes," answered the driver, reluctantly.
"When did he last ride with you?"
"On the day the stage was robbed," answered the driver.
The passengers exchanged glances, and then, as by a common impulse,
all turned to Col. Warner, to see how he would take this damaging
revelation. Disguise it as he might, he was clearly disconcerted.
"Is this true, colonel?" asked Benson.
"Yes, it is," answered Col. Warner, with some hesitation. "I was
robbed, with the rest. I had four hundred dollars in my wallet, and
the road agent made off with it."
"And yet you just now pooh-poohed the idea of a robbery, and said
such things were gone by."
"I say so now," returned the colonel, sullenly. "I have a good deal
of money with me, but I am willing to take my chances."
"Doubtless. Your money would be returned to you, in all
probability, if, as we have reason to believe, you have a secret
understanding with the thieves who infest this part of the country."
"Your words are insulting. Let go my arm, sir, or it will be the
worse for you."
"Softly, softly, my good friend," said the German. "Have you any
proposal to make, Mr. Melville?"
"Only this. Let us proceed on our journey, but let each man draw
his revolver, and be ready to use it, if need be."
"What about the colonel?"
"He must go along with us. We cannot have him communicating with
our enemies outside."
"Suppose I refuse, sir?"
"Then, my very good friend, I think we shall use a little force,"
said the German, carelessly pointing his weapon at the captive.
"I will go upon compulsion," said the colonel, "but I protest
against this outrage. I am a wealthy capitalist from Chicago, who
knows no more about road agents than you do. You have been deceived
by this unsophisticated young man, who knows about as much of the
world as a four-year-old child. It's a fine mare's nest he has
This sneer did not disturb the equanimity of George Melville.
"I should be glad to believe the colonel were as innocent as he
claims," he said, "but his own words, overheard last night,
contradict what he is now saying. When we have passed the spot
indicated for the attack, we will release him, and give him the
opportunity he seeks of leaving our company."
The passengers resumed their places in the stage, with the
exception of Herbert, who again took his seat beside the driver.
George Melville had not mentioned that it was Herbert, not himself,
who had overheard the conversation between the colonel and the land
lord, fearing to expose the boy to future risk.
Col. Warner sat sullenly between the German and Benson. He was
evidently ill at ease and his restless glances showed that he was
intent upon some plan of escape. Of this, however, such was the
vigilance of his guards, there did not seem much chance.
The stage kept on its way till it entered a narrow roadway, lined
on one side by a thick growth of trees.
Melville, watching the colonel narrowly, saw that, in spite of his
attempt at calmness, his excitement was at fever heat.
The cause was very evident, for at this point a tall figure bounded
from the underbrush, disguised by a black half mask, through which a
pair of black eyes blazed fiercely.
"Stop the stage!" he thundered to the driver, "or I will put a
bullet through your head."
The driver, as had been directed, instantly obeyed.
CHAPTER XXVII. COL. WARNER CHANGES
It may seem a daring thing for one man to stop a stage full of
passengers, and require them to surrender their money and valuables,
but this has been done time and again in unsettled portions of the
West. For the most part the stage passengers are taken by surprise,
and the road agent is known to be a desperado, ready to murder in
cold blood anyone who dares oppose him.
In the present instance, however, the passengers had been warned of
their danger and were ready to meet it.
Brown—for, of course, the masked man was the landlord—saw four
revolvers leveled at him from inside the stage.
"Let go that horse, my friend, or you are a dead man!" said Conrad
Stiefel, calmly. "Two can play at your game."
Brown was taken by surprise, but he was destined to be still more
Col. Warner protruded his head from the window, saying:
"Yes, my friend, you had better give up your little plan. It won't
Such language from his confederate, on whom he fully relied, wholly
disconcerted the masked robber.
"Well, I'll be blowed!" he muttered, staring, in ludicrous
perplexity, at his fellow conspirator.
"Yes, my friend," said the colonel, "I shall really be under the
necessity of shooting you myself if you don't leave us alone. We are
all armed and resolute. I think you had better defer your little
Brown was not quick-witted. He did not see that his confederate was
trying cunningly to avert suspicion from himself, and taking the only
course that remained to him. Of course, he thought he was betrayed,
and was, as a natural consequence, exasperated.
He released his hold on the horses, but, fixing his eyes on the
colonel fiercely, muttered:
"Wait till I get a chance at you! I'll pay you for this."
"What an idiot!" thought Warner, shrugging his shoulders. "Why
can't he see that I am forced to do as I am doing? I must make things
plain to him."
He spoke a few words rapidly in Spanish, which Brown evidently
understood. His face showed a dawning comprehension of the state of
affairs, and he stood aside while the stage drove on.
"What did you say?" asked Conrad Stiefel, suspiciously.
"You heard me, sir," said the colonel, loftily. "You owe your
rescue from this ruffian to me. Now, you can understand how much you
have misjudged me."
Conrad Stiefel was not so easily satisfied of this.
"I heard what you said in Mexican, or whatever lingo it is, but I
didn't understand it."
"Nor I," said Benson.
"Very well, gentlemen; I am ready to explain. I told this man that
if he ever attempted to molest me I should shoot him in his track."
"Why didn't you speak to him in English?" asked Stiefel.
"Because I had a suspicion that the fellow was the same I met once
in Mexico, and I spoke to him in Spanish to make sure. As he
understood, I am convinced I was right."
"Who is it, then?" asked Benson.
"His name, sir, is Manuel de Cordova, a well-known Mexican bandit,
who seems to have found his way to this neighborhood. He is a
reckless desperado, and, though I addressed him boldly, I should be
very sorry to meet him in a dark night."
This explanation was very fluently spoken, but probably no one
present believed what the colonel said, or exonerated him from the
charge which George Melville had made against him.
Five miles further on Col. Warner left the stage.
"Gentlemen," he said, "I am sorry to leave this pleasant company,
but I have a mining claim in this neighborhood, and must bid you
farewell. I trust that when you think of me hereafter, you will
acquit me of the injurious charges which have been made against me. I
take no credit to myself for driving away the ruffian who stopped us,
but hope you won't forget it."
"No one interfered with the colonel when he proposed to leave the
stage. Indeed, the passengers were unanimous in accepting his
departure as a relief. In spite of his plausible representations, he
was regarded with general suspicion.
"I wish I knew the meaning of that Spanish lingo," said the German,
"I can interpret it for you, Mr. Stiefel," said George Melville,
quietly. "I have some knowledge of Spanish."
"What did he say?" asked more than one, eagerly.
"He said: 'You fool! Don't you see the plot has been discovered? It
wasn't my fault. I will soon join you and explain.'"
This revelation made a sensation.
"Then he was in league with the road agent, after all?" said
"Certainly he was. Did you for a moment doubt it?" said Melville.
"I was staggered when I saw him order the rascal away."
"He is a shrewd villain!" said Benson. "I hope we shan't encounter
CHAPTER XXVIII. THE CONSPIRATORS IN
It is needless to say that Col. Warner's intention in leaving the
stage was to join his fellow conspirator. There was no advantage in
remaining longer with his fellow travelers, since the opportunity of
plundering them had passed, and for the present was not likely to
return. He had been a little apprehensive that they would try to
detain him on suspicion, which would have been awkward, since they
had numbers on their side, and all were armed. But in that unsettled
country he would have been an elephant on their hands, and if the
idea entered the minds of any one of the stage passengers, it was
When the stage was fairly on the way, Col. Warner went to a house
where he was known, and asked for a horse.
"Any news, colonel?" asked the farmer, as he called himself. Really
he was in league with the band of which Warner was the chief.
"No," answered the Colonel, gloomily. "No, worse luck! There might
have been, but for an unfortunate circumstance."
"There's plenty of good money in that stage coach and Brown and I
meant to have it, but some sharp-eared rascal heard us arranging the
details of the plan, and that spoiled it."
"Is it too late now?" asked the farmer, eagerly. "We can follow
them, and overtake them yet, if you say so."
"And be shot for our pains. No, thank you. They are all on the
alert, and all have their six-shooters in readiness. No, we must
postpone our plan. There's one of the fellows that I mean to be
revenged upon yet—the one that ferreted out our secret plan. I must
bide my time, but I shall keep track of him."
Soon the Colonel, well-mounted, was on his way back to the rude inn
where he had slept the night before.
Dismounting he entered without ceremony, and his eyes fell upon the
landlord's wife, engaged in some household employment.
"Where's Brown?" he asked, abruptly.
"Somewheres round," was the reply.
"How long has he been home?"
"A matter of two hours. He came home awfully riled, but he wouldn't
tell me what it was about. What's happened?"
"We've met with a disappointment—that's what's the matter."
"Did the passengers get the better of you?" asked the woman, for
she was in her husband's guilty secrets, and knew quite well what
manner of man she had married.
"They found out our little game," answered Warner, shortly, for he
did not see any advantage in wasting words on his confederate's wife.
"Which way did Brown go?"
"Yonder," answered Mrs. Brown, pointing in a particular direction.
Col. Warner tied his horse to a small sapling, and walked in the
He found the landlord sullenly reclining beneath a large tree.
"So you're back?" he said, surveying Warner with a lowering brow.
"And a pretty mess you've made of the job!" said the landlord,
"It's as much your fault—nay, more!" said his superior, coolly.
"What do you mean?" demanded Brown, not over cordially.
"You would persist in discussing our plan last night in my room,
though I warned you we might be overheard."
"We were overheard."
"What spy listened to our talk?"
"The young man, Melville—the one traveling with a boy. He kept it
to himself till the stage was well on its way, and then he blabbed
the whole thing to all in the stage."
"Did he mention you?"
"Yes, and you."
"Why didn't you tell him he lied, and shoot him on the spot?"
"Because I shouldn't have survived him five minutes," answered the
colonel, coolly, "or, if I had, his companions would have lynched
Brown didn't look as if he would have been inconsolable had this
occurred. In fact, he was ambitious to succeed to the place held by
the colonel, as chief of a desperate gang of outlaws.
"I might have been dangling from a branch of a tree at this moment,
had I followed your plan, my good friend Brown, and that would have
been particularly uncomfortable."
"They might have shot me," said Brown, sullenly.
"I prevented that, and gave you timely warning. Of course it's a
disappointment, but we shall have better luck next time."
"They've got away."
"Yes, but I propose to keep track of Melville and the boy, and have
my revenge upon them in time. I don't care so much about the money,
but they have foiled me, and they must suffer for it. Meanwhile, I
want your help in another plan."
The two conferred together, and mutual confidence was
CHAPTER XXIX. A NEW HOME IN THE
George Melville had no definite destination. He was traveling, not
for pleasure, but for health, and his purpose was to select a
residence in some high location, where the dry air would be favorable
for his pulmonary difficulties.
A week later he had found a temporary home. One afternoon Herbert
and he, each on horseback, for at that time public lines of travel
were fewer than at present, came suddenly upon a neat, one-story
cottage in the edge of the forest. It stood alone, but it was
evidently the home of one who aimed to add something of the graces of
civilization to the rudeness of frontier life.
They reined up simultaneously, and Melville, turning to Herbert,
said: "There, Herbert, is my ideal of a residence. I should not be
satisfied with a rude cabin. There I should find something of the
comfort which we enjoy in New England."
"The situation is fine, too," said Herbert, looking about him
The cottage stood on a knoll. On either side were tall and stately
trees. A purling brook at the left rolled its silvery current down a
gentle declivity, and in front, for half a mile, was open country.
"I have a great mind to call and inquire who lives here." said
Melville. "Perhaps we can arrange to stay here all night."
"That is a good plan, Mr. Melville."
George Melville dismounted from his horse, and, approaching, tapped
with the handle of his whip on the door.
"Who's there?" inquired a smothered voice, as of one rousing
himself from sleep.
"A stranger, but a friend," answered Melville.
There was a sound as of some one moving, and a tall man, clad in a
rough suit, came to the door, and looked inquiringly at Melville and
his boy companion.
Though his attire was rude, his face was refined, and had the
indefinable air of one who would be more at home in the city than in
"Delighted to see you both," he said, cordially, offering his hand.
"I don't live in a palace, and my servants are all absent, but if you
will deign to become my guests I will do what I can for your comfort."
"You have anticipated my request," said Melville. "Let me introduce
myself as George Melville, an invalid by profession, just come from
New England in search of health. My young friend here is Herbert
Carr, my private secretary and faithful companion, who has not yet
found out what it is to be in poor-health. Without him I should
hardly have dared to come so far alone."
"You are very welcome, Herbert," said the host, with pleasant
familiarity. "Come in, both of you, and make yourselves at home."
The cottage contained two rooms. One was used as a bedchamber, the
other as a sitting room. On the walls were a few pictures, and on a
small bookcase against one side of the room were some twenty-five
books. There was an easel and an unfinished picture in one corner,
and a small collection of ordinary furniture.
"You are probably an artist," suggested Melville.
"Yes, you have hit it. I use both pen and pencil," and he mentioned
a name known to Melville as that of a popular magazine writer.
I do not propose to give his real name, but we will know him as
"I am familiar with your name, Mr. Falkland," said Melville, "but I
did not expect to find you here."
"Probably not," answered Falkland. "I left the haunts of
civilization unexpectedly, some months ago, and even my publishers
don't know where I am."
"In search of health?" queried Melville.
"Not exactly. I did, however, feel in need of a change. I had been
running in a rut, and wanted to get out of it, so I left my lodgings
in New York and bought a ticket to St. Louis; arrived there, I
determined to come farther. So here I have been, living in communion
with nature, seeing scarcely anybody, enjoying myself, on the whole,
but sometimes longing to see a new face."
"And you have built this cottage?"
"No; I bought it of its former occupant, but have done something
towards furnishing it; so that it has become characteristic of me and
"How long have you lived here?"
"Three months; but my stay is drawing to a close."
"How is that?"
"Business that will not be put off calls me back to New York. In
fact, I had appointed to-morrow for my departure."
Melville and Herbert exchanged a glance. It was evident that the
same thought was in the mind of each.
"Mr. Falkland," said George Melville, "I have a proposal to make to
The artist eyed him in some surprise.
"Go on," he said.
"I will buy this cottage of you, if you are willing."
"This seems providential," he said. "We artists and men of letters
are apt to be short of money, and I confess I was pondering whether
my credit was good with anybody for a hundred dollars to pay my
expenses East. Once arrived there, there are plenty of publishers who
will make me advances on future work."
"Then we can probably make a bargain," said Mr. Melville. "Please
name your price."
Now, I do not propose to show my ignorance of real estate values in
Colorado by naming the price which George Melville paid for his home
in the wilderness. In fact, I do not know. I can only say that he
gave Falkland a check for the amount on a Boston bank, and a hundred
in cash besides.
"You are liberal, Mr. Melville," said Falkland, gratified. "I am
afraid you are not a business man. I have not found that business men
"You are right, I am not a business man," answered Melville,
"though I wish my health would admit of my being so. As to the extra
hundred dollars, I think it worth that much to come upon so
comfortable a home ready to my hand. It will really be a home, such as
the log cabin I looked forward to could not be."
"Thank you," said Falkland; "I won't pretend that I am indifferent
to money, for I can't afford to be. I earn considerable sums, but,
unfortunately, I never could keep money, or provide for the future."
"I don't know how it would be with me," said Melville, "for I am
one of those, fortunate or otherwise, who are born to a fortune. I
have sometimes been sorry that I had not the incentive of poverty to
induce me to work."
"Then, suppose we exchange lots," said the artist, lightly. "I
shouldn't object to being wealthy."
"With all my heart," answered Melville. "Give me your health, your
literary and artistic talent, and it is a bargain."
"I am afraid they are not transferable," said the artist, "but we
won't prolong the discussion now. I am neglecting the rites of
hospitality; I must prepare supper for my guests. You must know that
here in the wilderness I am my own cook and dishwasher."
"Let me help you?" said Melville.
"No, Mr. Melville," said Herbert, "it is more in my line. I have
often helped mother at home, and I don't believe you have had any
"I confess I am a green hand," said Melville, laughing, "but, as
Irish girls just imported say, 'I am very willing.'"
"On the whole, I think the boy can assist me better," said
Falkland. "So, Mr. Melville, consider yourself an aristocratic
visitor, while Herbert and myself, sons of toil, will minister to your
"By the way, where do you get your supplies?" asked Melville.
"Eight miles away there is a mining camp and store. I ride over
there once a week or oftener, and bring home what I need."
"What is the name of the camp?"
"Deer Creek. I will point out to Herbert, before I leave you, the
bridle path leading to it."
"Thank you. It will be a great advantage to us to know just how to
With Herbert's help an appetizing repast was prepared, of which all
three partook with keen zest.
The next day Falkland took leave of them, and Melville and his boy
companion were left to settle down in their new home.
CHAPTER XXX. A TERRIBLE MOMENT.
Melville's purchase comprised not only the cottage, but its
contents, pictures and books included. This was fortunate, for though
Herbert, who was strong, and fond of outdoor sports, such as hunting
and fishing, could have contented himself, Melville was easily
fatigued, and spent at least half of the day in the cabin. The books,
most of which were new to him, were a great and unfailing resource.
Among the articles which Falkland left behind him were two guns, of
which Herbert and Melville made frequent use. Herbert had a natural
taste for hunting, though, at home, having no gun of his own, he had
not been able to gratify his taste as much as he desired. Often after
breakfast the two sallied forth, and wandered about in the neighboring
woods, gun in hand. Generally Melville returned first, leaving
Herbert, not yet fatigued, to continue the sport. In this way our hero
acquired a skill and precision of aim which enabled him to make a very
respectable figure even among old and practiced hunters.
One morning, after Melville had returned home, Herbert was led, by
the ardor of the chase, to wander farther than usual. He was aware of
this, but did not fear being lost, having a compass and knowing his
bearings. All at once, as he was making his way along a wooded path,
he was startled by hearing voices. He hurried forward, and the scene
upon which he intruded was dramatic enough.
With arms folded, a white man, a hunter, apparently, stood erect,
and facing him, at a distance of seventy-five or eighty feet, was an
Indian, with gun raised, and leveled at the former.
"Why don't you shoot, you red rascal!" said the white man. "You've
got the drop on me, I allow, and I am in your power."
The Indian laughed in his guttural way; but though he held the gun
poised, he did not shoot. He was playing with his victim as a cat
plays with a mouse before she kills it.
"Is white man afraid?" said the Indian, not tauntingly, but with
real curiosity, for among Indians it is considered a great triumph if
a warrior can inspire fear in his foe, and make him show the white
"Afraid!" retorted the hunter. "Who should I be afraid of?"
"Don't flatter yourself, you pesky savage," returned the white man,
coolly, ejecting a flood of tobacco juice from his mouth, for though
he was a brave man, he had some drawbacks. "You needn't think I am
afraid of you."
"Indian shoot!" suggested his enemy, watching the effect of this
"Well, shoot, then, and be done with it."
"White man no want to live?"
"Of course I want to live. Never saw a healthy white man that
didn't. If I was goin' to die at all, I wouldn't like to die by the
hands of a red rascal like you."
"Indian great warrior," said the dusky denizen of the woods,
straightening up, and speaking complacently.
"Indian may be great warrior, but he is a horse thief, all the
same," said the hunter, coolly.
"White man soon die, and Indian wear his scalp," remarked the
Indian, in a manner likely to disturb the composure of even the
The hunter's face changed. It was impossible to reflect upon such a
fate without a pang. Death was nothing to that final brutality.
"Ha! White man afraid now!" said the Indian, triumphantly—quick to
observe the change of expression in his victim.
"No, I am not afraid," said the hunter, quickly recovering himself;
"but it's enough to disgust any decent man to think that his scalp
will soon be dangling from the belt of a filthy heathen like you.
However, I suppose I won't know it after I'm dead. You have skulked
and dogged my steps, you red hound, ever since I punished you for
trying to steal my horse. I made one great mistake. Instead of
beating you, I should have shot you, and rid the earth of you once
"Indian no forget white man's blows. White man die, and Indian be
"Yes, I s'pose that's what it's coming to," said the hunter, in a
tone of resignation. "I was a 'tarnal fool to come out this mornin'
without my gun. If I had it you would sing a different song."
Again the Indian laughed, a low, guttural, unpleasant laugh, which
Herbert listened to with a secret shudder. It was so full of
malignity, and cunning triumph, and so suggestive of the fate which
he reserved for his white foe, that it aggravated the latter, and
made him impatient to have the blow fall, since it seemed to be
"Why don't you shoot, you red savage?" he cried. "What are you
The Indian wished to gloat over the mental distress of his foe. He
liked to prolong his own feeling of power—to enjoy the consciousness
that, at any moment, he could put an end to the life of the man whom
he hated for the blows which he felt had degraded him, and which he
was resolved never to forget or forgive. It was the same feeling that
has often led those of his race to torture their hapless victims, that
they may, as long as possible, enjoy the spectacle of their agonies.
For this reason he was in no hurry to speed on its way the fatal
Again the Indian laughed, and, taking aim, made a feint of firing,
but withheld his shot. Pale and resolute his intended victim
continued to face him. He thought that the fatal moment had come, and
braced himself to meet his fate; but he was destined to be
"How long is this goin' to last, you red hound?" he demanded. "If
I've got to die, I am ready."
"Indian can wait!" said the savage, with a smile of enjoyment.
"You wouldn't find it prudent to wait if I were beside you," said
the hunter. "It's easy enough to threaten an unarmed man. If some
friend would happen along to foil you in your cowardly purpose—-"
"White man send for friend!" suggested the Indian, tauntingly.
Herbert had listened to this colloquy with varying emotions, and
his anger and indignation were stirred by the cold-blooded cruelty of
the savage. He stood motionless, seen by neither party, but he held
his weapon leveled at the Indian, ready to shoot at an instant's
warning. Brought up, as he had been, with a horror for scenes of
violence, and a feeling that human life was sacred, he had a great
repugnance to use his weapon, even where it seemed his urgent duty to
do so. He felt that on him, young as he was, rested a weighty
responsibility. He could save the life of a man of his own color, but
only by killing or disabling a red man. Indian though he was, his
life, too, was sacred; but when he threatened the life of another he
forfeited his claim to consideration.
Herbert hesitated till he saw it was no longer safe to do so—till
he saw that it was the unalterable determination of the Indian to
kill the hunter, and then, his face pale and fixed, he pulled the
His bullet passed through the shoulder of the savage. The latter
uttered a shrill cry of surprise and dismay, and his weapon fell at
his feet, while he pressed his left hand to his wounded shoulder.
The hunter, amazed at the interruption, which had been of such
essential service to him, lost not a moment in availing himself of
it. He bounded forward, and before the savage well knew what he
purposed, he had picked up his fallen weapon, and, leveling it at his
wounded foe, fired.
His bullet was not meant to disable, but to kill. It penetrated the
heart of the savage, and, staggering back, he fell, his face
distorted with rage and disappointment.
"The tables are turned, my red friend!" said the hunter, coolly.
"It's your life, not mine, this time!"
At that moment Herbert, pale and shocked, but relieved as well,
pressed forward, and the hunter saw him for the first time.
"Was it you, boy, who fired the shot?" asked the hunter, in
"Yes," answered Herbert.
"Then I owe you my life, and that's a debt Jack Holden isn't likely
CHAPTER XXXI. JACK HOLDEN ON THE
It is a terrible thing to see a man stretched out in death who but
a minute before stood full of life and strength. Herbert gazed at the
dead Indian with a strange sensation of pity and relief, and could
hardly realize that, but for his interposition, it would have been
the hunter, not the Indian, who would have lost his life.
The hunter was more used to such scenes, and his calmness was
"That's the end of the dog!" he said, touching with his foot the
"What made him want to kill you?" asked Herbert.
"Revenge," answered Holden.
"For what? Had you injured him?"
"That's the way he looked at it. One day I caught the varmint
stealin' my best hoss. He'd have got away with him, too, if I hadn't
come home just as I did. I might have shot him—most men would—but I
hate to take a man's life for stealin'; and I took another way. My
whip was lyin' handy, and I took it and lashed the rascal over his
bare back a dozen times, and then told him to dust, or I'd serve him
worse. He left, but there was an ugly look in his eyes, and I knew
well enough he'd try to get even."
"How long ago was this?"
"Most a year. It's a long time, but an Indian never forgets an
injury or an insult, and I knew that he was only bidin' his time. So
I always went armed, and kept a good lookout. It was only this
mornin' that he caught me at a disadvantage. I'd been taking a walk,
and left my gun at home. He was prowlin' round, and soon saw how
things stood. He'd have killed me sure, if you hadn't come in the
nick of time."
"I am glad I was near," said Herbert, "but it seems to me a
terrible thing to shoot a man. I'm glad it wasn't I that killed him."
"Mebbe it was better for me, as he was my enemy," said Jack Holden.
"It won't trouble my conscience a mite. I don't look upon an Indian
as a man."
"He's a snake in the grass—a poisonous serpent, that's what I call
him," said Jack Holden.
Herbert shook his head. He couldn't assent to this.
"You feel different, no doubt. You're a tenderfoot. You ain't used
to the ways of these reptiles. You haven't seen what I have,"
"What have you seen?" asked Herbert, judging correctly that Holden
referred to some special experience.
"I'll tell you. You see, I'm an old settler in this Western
country. I've traveled pretty much all over the region beyond the
Rockies, and I've seen a good deal of the red men. I know their ways
as well as any man. Well, I was trampin' once in Montany, when, one
afternoon, I and my pard—he was prospectin'—came to a clearin', and
there we saw a sight that made us all feel sick. It was the smokin'
ruins of a log cabin, which them devils had set on fire. But that
wasn't what I referred to. Alongside there lay six dead bodies—the
man, his wife, two boys, somewhere near your age, a little girl, of
maybe ten, and a baby—all butchered by them savages, layin'—in the
hunter's vernacular—in their gore. It was easy to see how they'd
killed the baby, by his broken skull. They had seized the poor thing
by the feet, and swung him against the side of the house, dashin' out
Herbert shuddered, and felt sick, as the picture of the ruined home
and the wretched family rose before his imagination.
"It was Indians that did it, of course," proceeded Holden. "They're
born savage, and such things come natural to them."
"Are there no good Indians?" asked the boy.
"There may be," answered Jack Holden, doubtfully, "though I haven't
seen many. They're as scarce as plums in a boardin' house puddin', I
I present this as Jack Holden's view, not mine. He had the
prejudices of the frontier, and frontiersmen are severe judges of
their Indian neighbors. They usually look at but one side of the
picture, and are not apt to take into consideration the wrongs which
the Indians have undeniably received. There is another extreme,
however, and the sentimentalists who deplore Indian wrongs, and
represent them as a brave, suffering and oppressed people, are quite
as far away from a just view of the Indian question.
"What's your name, youngster?" asked Holden, with the curiosity
natural under the circumstances.
"Do you live nigh here?"
Herbert indicated, as well as he could, the location of his home.
"I know—you live with Mr. Falkland. Are you his son?"
"No; Mr. Falkland has gone away."
"You're not living there alone, be you?"
"No; I came out here with a young man—Mr. Melville. He bought the
cottage of Mr. Falkland, who was obliged to go East."
"You don't say so. Why, we're neighbors. I live three miles from
"Did you know Mr. Falkland?"
"Yes; we used to see each other now and then. He was a good fellow,
but mighty queer. What's the use of settin' down and paintin'
pictures? What's the good of it all?"
"Don't you admire pictures, Mr. Holden?" asked Herbert.
"That's that you called me? I didn't quite catch on to it."
"Mr. Holden. Isn't that your name?"
"Don't call me mister. I'm plain Jack Holden. Call me Jack."
"I will if you prefer it," said Herbert, dubiously.
"Of course I do. We don't go much on style in the woods. Won't you
come home with me, and take a look at my cabin? I ain't used to
company, but we can sit down and have a social smoke together, and
then I'll manage to find something to eat."
"Thank you, Mr. Holden—I mean, Jack—but I must be getting home;
Mr. Melville will be feeling anxious, for, as it is, I shall be
"Is Mr. Melville, as you call him, any way kin to you?"
"No; he is my friend and employer."
"Yes; he is about twenty-five."
"How long have you two been out here?"
"Not much over a week."
"Why isn't Melville with you this morning?"
"He is in delicate health—consumption—and he gets tired sooner
than I do."
"I must come over and see you, I reckon."
"I hope you will. We get lonely sometimes. If you would like to
borrow something to read, Mr. Melville has plenty of books."
"Read!" repeated Jack. "No, thank you. I don't care much for books.
A newspaper, now, is different. A man likes to know what's going on
in the world; but I leave books to ministers, schoolmasters, and the
"If you don't read, how do you fill up your time, Jack?"
"My pipe's better than any book, lad. I'm goin' to set down and
have a smoke now. Wish I had an extra pipe for you."
"Thank you," said Herbert, politely, "but I don't smoke."
"Don't smoke! How old are you?"
"Sixteen years old, and don't smoke! Why, where was you raised?"
"In the East," answered Herbert, smiling.
"Why, I smoked before I was three foot high, I was goin' to say. I
couldn't get along without srnokin'."
"Nor I without reading."
"Well, folks will have their different tastes, I allow. I reckon
I'll be goin' back."
"Shan't you bury him?" asked Herbert, with a glance at the dead
"No; he wouldn't have buried me."
"But you won't leave him here? If you'll bury him, I'll help you."
"Not now, boy. Since you make a point of it, I'll come round
to-morrow, and dig a hole to put him in. I'll take the liberty of
carryin' home his shootin' iron. He won't need it where he's gone."
The two parted in a friendly manner, and Herbert turned his face
homeward, grave and thoughtful.
CHAPTER XXXII. THE BLAZING STAR
Toward noon the next day George Melville and Herbert were resting
from a country trip, sitting on a rude wooden settee which our hero
had made of some superfluous boards, and placed directly in front of
the house, when a figure was seen approaching with long strides from
the shadow of the neighboring woods. It was not until he was close at
hand that Herbert espied him.
"Why, it's Mr. Holden!" he exclaimed.
"Jack Holden, my lad," said the hunter, correcting him. "Is this
the man you're living with?"
Jack Holden was unconventional, and had been brought up in a rude
school so far as manners were concerned. It did not occur to him that
his question might have been better framed.
"I am Mr. Melville," answered that gentleman, seeing that Herbert
looked embarrassed. "Herbert is my constant and valued companion."
"He's a trump, that boy!" continued Holden. "Why, if it hadn't been
for him, there'd been an end of Jack Holden yesterday."
"Herbert told me about it. It was indeed a tragic affair. The
sacrifice of life is deplorable, but seemed to have been necessary,
unless, indeed, you could have disabled him."
"Disabled him!" echoed the hunter. "That wouldn't have answered by
a long shot. As soon as the reptile got well he'd have been on my
trail ag'in. No, sir; it was my life or his, and I don't complain of
the way things turned out."
"Have you buried him?" asked Herbert.
"Yes, I've shoved him under, and it's better than he deserved, the
sneakin' rascal. I'm glad to make your acquaintance, Mr. Melville.
Didn't know I had changed neighbors till the boy there told me
yesterday. I've tramped over this mornin' to give you a call."
"You are very kind, Mr. Holden. Sit down here beside us."
"I'm more at home here," answered Holden, stretching himself on the
ground, and laying his gun beside him. "How do you like Colorado?"
"Very much, as far as I have seen it," said Melville. "Herbert
probably told you my object, in coming here?"
"He said you were ailin' some way."
"Yes, my lungs are weak. Since I have been here, I am feeling
better and stronger, however."
"There don't seem to be anything the matter with the boy."
"Nothing but a healthy appetite," answered Herbert, smiling.
"That won't hurt anybody. Mr. Melville, do you smoke?"
"No, thank you."
"Queer! Don't see how you can do without it? Why, sir, I'd been
homesick without my pipe. It's company, I tell you, when a chap's
alone and got no one to speak to."
"I take it, Mr. Holden, you are not here for your health?"
"No, I should say not; I'm tough as a hickory nut. When I drop off
it's more likely to be an Indian bullet than any disease. I'm
forty-seven years old, and I don't know what it is to be sick."
"You are fortunate, Mr. Holden."
"I expect I am. But I haven't answered your question. I'm
interested in mines, Mr. Melville. Have you ever been to Deer Creek?"
"Yes, I went over with Herbert to visit the store there one day
"Did you ever hear of the Blazing Star Mine?"
"No, I believe not."
"I own it," said Holden. "It's a good mine, and would make me rich
if I had a little more money to work it."
"Are the indications favorable, then?" asked Melville.
"It looks well, if that's what you mean. Yes, sir; the Star is a
"Then it's a pity you don't work it."
"That's what I say myself. Mr. Melville, I've a proposal to make to
"What is it, Mr. Holden?"
"If you could manage to call me Jack, it would seem more social
"By all means, then, Jack!" said Melville smiling.
"Yon give me money enough to develop the mine, and I'll make half
of it over to you."
"How much is needed?" asked Melville.
"Not over five hundred dollars. It's a bargain, I tell you."
"I do not myself wish to assume any business cares," said Melville.
Jack Holden looked disappointed.
"Just as you say," he responded.
"But Herbert may feel differently," continued Melville.
"I'd like the lad for a partner," said Holden, briskly.
"But I have no money!" said Herbert, in surprise.
George Melville smiled.
"If the mine is a good one," he said, "I will advance you the money
necessary for the purchase of a half interest. If it pays you, you
may become rich. Then you can repay the money."
"But suppose it doesn't, Mr. Melville," objected Herbert, "how can
I ever repay you so large a sum?"
"On the whole, Herbert, I will take the risk."
"You are very kind, Mr. Melville," said Herbert, his face glowing
with anticipation. To be half owner of a mine, with the chance of
making a large sum of money, naturally elated him.
"Why shouldn't I be, Herbert? But I want to see the mine first."
"Can't you go over this afternoon?" asked Holden, eager to settle
the matter as soon as possible.
"It is a long journey," said Melville, hesitating.
"You can stay overnight," said Jack Holden, "and come back in the
"Very well; let us go then—that is, after dinner. Herbert, if you
will set the table, we will see if we can't offer our friend here
some refreshment. He is hungry, I am sure, after his long walk."
"You've hit it, Mr. Melville," said Holden. "I allow I'm as hungry
as a wolf. But you don't set down to table, do you?"
"Oh, yes," answered Mr. Melville, smiling pleasantly.
"I ain't used to it," said Holden; "but I was once. Anyhow, it
won't make no difference in the victuals."
When dinner was ready the three sat down, and did ample justice to
it; but Jack Holden made such furious onslaughts that the other two
could hardly keep pace with him. Fortunately, there was plenty of
food, for Melville did not believe in economical housekeeping.
After dinner they set out for Deer Creek. As has been already
explained, it was the name of a mining settlement. Now, by the way,
it is a prosperous town, though the name has been changed. Then,
however, everything was rude and primitive.
Jack Holden led the way to the Blazing Star Mine, and pointed out
its capabilities and promise. He waited with some anxiety for
"I don't understand matters very well," said Melville, "but I am
willing to take a good deal on trust. If you desire it, I will buy
half the mine, paying you five hundred dollars for that interest.
That is, I buy it for Herbert."
"Hooray!" shouted Holden. "Give us your hand, pard. You are my
partner now, you know."
As he spoke he gripped Herbert's hand in a pressure which was so
strong as to be painful, and the necessary business was gone through.
So Herbert found himself a half owner of the Blazing Star Mine, of
Deer Creek, Colorado.
"I hope your mine will turn out well, Herbert," said Melville,
"I wish it might for mother's sake!" said Herbert, seriously.
"It won't be my fault if it don't," said his partner. "I shall stay
here now, and get to work."
"Ought I not to help you?" asked Herbert.
"No; Mr. Melville will want you. I will hire a man here to help me,
and charge it to your share of the expenses."
So the matter was arranged; but Herbert rode over twro or three
times a week to look after his property.
CHAPTER XXXIII. GOOD NEWS FROM THE
"Well, Herbert, what news from the mine?" asked Melville, two weeks
later, on Herbert's return from Deer Creek, whither he had gone
"There are some rich developments, so Jack says. Do you know, Mr.
Melville, he says the mine is richly worth five thousand dollars."
"Bravo, Herbert! That would make your half worth twenty-five
"Yes," said the boy complacently; "if we could sell at that figure,
I could pay you back and have two thousand dollars of my own. Think
of that, Mr. Melville," continued Herbert, his eyes glowing with
pride and pleasure. "Shouldn't I be a rich boy?"
"You may do even better, Herbert. Don't be in a hurry to sell. That
is my advice. If the present favorable indications continue, you may
realize a considerably larger sum."
"So Jack says. He says he is bound to hold on, and hopes I will."
"You are in luck, Herbert."
"Yes, Mr. Melville, and I don't forget that it is to you I am
indebted for this good fortune," said the boy, earnestly. "If you
hadn't bought the property for me, I could not. I don't know but you
ought to get some share ef the profits."
George Melville shook his head.
"My dear boy," he said, "I have more than my share of money
already. Sometimes I feel ashamed when I compare my lot with others,
and consider that for the money I have, I have done no work. The least
I can do is to consider myself the Lord's trustee, and do good to
others, when it falls in my way."
"I wish all rich men thought as you do, Mr. Melville; the world
would be happier," said Herbert.
"True, Herbert. I hope and believe there is a considerable number
who, like myself, feel under obligations to do good."
"I shall be very glad, on mother's account, if I can go home with
money enough to make her independent of work. By the way, Mr.
Melville, I found a letter from mother in the Deer Creek post office.
Shall I read it to you?"
"If there is nothing private in it, Herbert."
"There is nothing private from you, Mr. Melville."
It may be explained that Deer Creek had already obtained such
prominence that the post-office department had established an office
there, and learning this, Herbert had requested his mother to address
him at that place.
He drew the letter from his pocket and read it aloud.
We quote the essential portions.
"'I am very glad to hear that you have made the long journey in
safety, and are now in health.'"
Herbert had not mentioned in his home letter the stage-coach
adventure, for he knew that it would disturb his mother to think that
he had been exposed to such a risk.
"It will do no good, you know," he said to Mr. Melville, and his
friend had agreed with him.
"'It is very satisfactory to me,' continued Herbert, reading from
the letter, 'that you are under the charge of Mr. Melville, who seems
to me an excellent, conscientious young man, from whom you can learn
"Your mother thinks very kindly of me," said Melville, evidently
"She is right, too, Mr. Melville," said Herbert, with emphasis.
"'It will no doubt be improving to you, my dear Herbert, to travel
under such pleasant auspices, for a boy can learn from observation as
well as from books. I miss you very much, but since the separation is
for your advantage, I can submit to it cheerfully.
"'You ask me about my relations with Mr. Graham. I am still in the
post office, and thus far nearly the whole work devolves upon me.
Except in one respect, I am well treated. Mr. G-. is, as you know,
very penurious, and grudges every cent that he has to pay out. When
he paid me last Saturday night the small sum for which I agreed to
assist him, he had much to say about his large expenses, fuel,
lights, etc., and asked me if I wouldn't agree to work for two
dollars a week, instead of three. I confess, I was almost struck dumb
by such an exhibition of meanness, and told him that it would be quite
impossible. Since then he has spent some of the time himself in the
office, and asked me various questions about the proper way of
preparing the mail, etc., and I think it is his intention, if
possible, to get along without me. I don't know, if he absolutely
insists upon it, but it would be better to accept the reduction than
to give up altogether. Two dollars a week will count in my small
"Did you ever hear of such meanness, Mr. Melville?" demanded
Herbert, indignantly. "Here is Mr. Graham making, I am sure, two
thousand dollars a year clear profit, and yet anxious to reduce
mother from three to two dollars a week."
"It is certainly a very small business, Herbert. I think some men
become meaner by indulgence of their defect."
"I shall write mother to give up the place sooner than submit to
such a reduction. Three dollars a week is small enough in all
"I approve the advice, Herbert. If Mr. Graham were really cramped
for money, and doing a poor business, it would be different. As it
is, it seems to me he has no excuse for his extreme penuriousness."
"How pleasant it would be to pay a flying visit to Wayneboro," said
Herbert, thoughtfully. "One never appreciates home until he has left
"That pleasure must be left for the future. It will keep."
"Very true, and when I do go home I want to go well fixed."
Herbert had already caught the popular Western phrase for a man
well to do.
"We must depend on the Blazing Star Mine for that," said Melville,
smiling. My young readers may like to know that, while Herbert was
prospering financially, he did not neglect the cultivation of his
mind. Among the books left by Mr. Falkland were a number of standard
histories, some elementary books in French, including a dictionary, a
treatise on natural philosophy, and a German grammar and reader.
"Do you know anything of French or German, Mr. Melville?" inquired
our hero, when they made their first examination of the library.
"Yes, Herbert, I am a tolerable scholar in each."
"I wish I were."
"Would you like to study them?"
"Yes, very much."
"Then I will make you a proposal. You are likely to have
considerable time at your disposal. If you will study either, or
both, I will be your teacher."
"I should like nothing better," said Herbert, eagerly.
"Moreover, if you wish to study philosophy, I will aid you, though
we are not in a position to illustrate the subject by experiments."
Herbert was a sensible boy. Moreover, he was fond of study, and he
saw at once how advantageous this proposal was. He secured a private
tutor for nothing, and, as he soon found, an excellent one. Though
Mr. Melville had never been a teacher, he had an unusual aptitude for
teaching, and it is hard to decide whether he or Herbert enjoyed more
the hours which they now regularly passed in the relation of teacher
It must be said, also, that while George Melville evinced an
aptitude for teaching, Herbert showed an equal aptitude for learning.
The tasks which he voluntarily undertook most boys would have found
irksome, but he only found them a source of pleasure, and had the
satisfaction, after a very short time, to find himself able to read
ordinary French and German prose with comparative ease.
"I never had a better pupil," said George Melville.
"I believe I am the first you ever had," said Herbert, laughing.
"That is true. I spoke as if I were a veteran teacher."
"Then I won't be too much elated by the compliment."
CHAPTER XXXIV. TWO OLD
In the rude hotel kept by the outlaw, whom we have introduced under
the name of Brown, there sat two men, to neither of whom will my
readers need an introduction. They have already appeared in our
One was Brown himself, the other Col. Warner, or, as we may as well
confess, Jerry Lane, known throughout the West as an unscrupulous
robber and chief of a band of road agents, whose depredations had
been characterized by audacity and success.
Brown was ostensibly an innkeeper, but this business, honest enough
in itself, only veiled the man's real trade, in which he defied alike
the laws of honesty and of his country. The other was by turns a
gentleman of property, a merchant, a cattle owner, or a speculator, in
all of which characters he acted excellently, and succeeded in making
the acquaintance of men whom he designed to rob.
The two men wore a sober look. In their business, as in those more
legitimate, there are good times and dull times, and of late they had
"I want some money, captain," said Brown, sullenly, laying down a
black pipe, which he had been smoking.
"So do I, Brown," answered Warner, as we will continue to call him.
"It's a dry time with me."
"You don't understand me, captain," continued Brown. "I want you to
give me some money."
"First you must tell me where I am to get it," answered Warner,
with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Do you mean to say you have no money?" asked Brown, frowning.
"How should I have?"
"Because in all our enterprises you have taken the lion's share,
though you haven't always done the chief part. You can't have spent
"No, not quite; but I have nothing to spare. I need to travel
"You've got a soft thing," grumbled Brown. "You go round and have a
good time while I am tied down to this fourth-rate tavern in the
"Well, it isn't much more than that," said Warner, musingly.
"Do you expect me to keep a first-class hotel?" demanded Brown,
"No, of course not. Brown," continued Warner, soothingly, "don't
let us quarrel; we can't afford it. Let us talk together reasonably."
"What have you to say?"
"This, that it isn't my fault if things have gone wrong. Was it my
fault that we found so little cash in that last store we broke open?"
"Nineteen dollars!" muttered Brown, contemptuously.
"Nineteen dollars, as you say. It didn't pay us for our trouble.
Well, I was as sorry as you. I fail to see how it was my fault.
Better luck next time."
"When is the next time to be?" asked Brown, somewhat placated.
"As soon as you please."
"What is it?"
"I will tell you. You remember that stagecoach full of passengers
that fooled us some time since?"
"I ought to."
"I always meant to get on the track of that Melville, who spoiled
our plot by overhearing us and giving us away to the passengers. He
is very rich, so the boy who was with him told me, and I have every
reason to rely upon his statement. Well, I want to be revenged upon
him, and, at the same time, to relieve him of the doubtless large sum
of money which he keeps with him."
"I'm with you. Where is he?"
"I have only recently ascertained—no matter how. He lives in a
small cabin, far from any other, about eight miles from the mining
town of Deer Creek."
"I know the place."
"Precisely. No one lives there with him except the boy, and it
would be easy enough to rob him. I saw a man from Deer Creek
yesterday. He tells me that Melville has bought for the boy a half
share in a rich mine, and is thought to have at least five thousand
dollars in gold and bills in his cabin."
Brown's eyes glistened with cupidity.
"That would be a big haul," he said.
"Of course, it would. Now, Brown, while you have been grumbling at
me I have been saving this little affair for our benefit—yours and
mine. We won't let any of the rest of them into it, but whatever we
find we will divide, and share alike."
"Do you mean this, captain?"
"Yes, I mean it, friend Brown. You shan't charge me with taking the
lion's share in this case. If there are five thousand dollars, as my
informant seems to think, your share shall be half."
"Twenty-five hundred dollars!"
"Exactly; twenty-five hundred dollars."
"That will pay for my hard luck lately," said Brown, his face
"Very handsomely, too."
"When shall we start?"
"To-morrow morning. We will set out early in the morning; and, by
the way, Brown, it's just as well not to let your wife or anyone else
know where we are going."
"All right," answered Brown, cheerfully.
The next morning the two worthies set out their far from
meritorious errand. Brown told his wife vaguely, in reply to her
questioning, that he was called away for a few days on business.
If he expected to evade further question by this answer, he was
mistaken. Mrs. Brown was naturally of a jealous and suspicious
temperament, and doubt was excited in her breast.
"Where shall I say you have gone if I am asked?" she said.
"You may say that you don't know," answered Brown, brusquely.
"I don't think much of a man who keeps secrets from his wife," said
Mrs. Brown, coldly.
"And I don't think much of a man who tells everything to his wife,"
retorted Brown. "It's all right, Kitty, You needn't concern yourself.
But the captain and I are on an expedition, which, to be successful,
needs to be kept secret."
Mrs. Brown was not more than half convinced, but she was compelled
to accept this statement, for her husband would vouchsafe no other.
That part of the State into which they journeyed was not new ground
to either. They were familiar with all the settled portion of
Colorado, and had no difficulty in finding the cabin occupied by
Now it happened that they reached the modest dwelling in the woods
about three o'clock in the afternoon. Herbert had ridden over to Deer
Creek to look after his mining property, and it was not yet time to
expect him back. George Melville was therefore left alone.
Knowing, as my young readers do, his literary tastes, they will
understand that, though left alone, he was not lonely. The stock of
books which he had bought from his predecessor was to him an
unfailing resource. Moreover, he had taken up Italian, of which he
knew a little, and was reading in the original the "Divina Comedia"
of Dante, a work which consumed many hours, and was not likely soon
to be over. To-day, however, for some reason Melville found it more
difficult than usual to fix his mind upon his pleasant study. Was it
a presentiment of coming evil that made him so unusually restless? At
all events, the hours, which were wont to be fleet-footed, passed with
unusual slowness, and he found himself longing for the return of his
"I don't know what has got into me to-day," said Melville to
himself. "It's only three o'clock, yet the day seems very long. I
wish Herbert would return. I feel uneasy. I don't know why. I hope it
is not a presage of misfortune. I shall not be sure that something has
not happened to Herbert till I see him again."
As he spoke George Melville rose from his chair, and was about to
put on his hat and take a short walk in the neighboring woods, when
he heard the tramp of approaching horses. Looking out from the
window, he saw two horsemen close at hand.
He started in dismay, for in the two men he was at no loss in
recognizing his stagecoach companion, Col. Warner, and the landlord
who had essayed the part of a road agent,
CHAPTER XXXV. MELVILLE IN PERIL.
Col. Warner and his companion enjoyed the effect of their presence
upon their intended victim, and smiled in a manner that boded little
good to Melville, as they dismounted from their steeds and advanced
to the door of the cabin.
"How are you, Melville?" said Warner, ironically. "I see you have
not forgotten me."
"No, I have not forgotten you," answered Melville, regarding his
"This is my friend, Mr. Brown. Perhaps you remember him?"
"I do remember him, and the circumstances under which I last saw
him," replied Melville, rather imprudently.
Brown frowned, but he did not speak. He generally left his
companion to do the talking.
"Being in the neighborhood, we thought we'd call upon you,"
continued Col. Warner.
"Walk in, gentlemen, if you see fit," said Melville. "I suppose it
would be only polite to say that I am glad to see you, but I have
some regard for truth, and cannot say it."
"I admire your candor, Mr. Melville. Walk in, Brown. Ha! upon my
word, you have a nice home here. Didn't expect to see anything of the
kind in this wilderness. Books and pictures! Really, now, Brown, I am
quite tempted to ask our friend, Melville, to entertain us for a few
"I don't think it would suit you," said Melville, dryly. "You are
probably more fond of exciting adventure than of books."
"Does the boy live with you?" asked Warner, dropping his bantering
tone, and looking about his searchingly.
"Yes, he is still with me."
"I don't see him."
"Because he has gone to Deer Creek on business."
When Melville saw the rapid glance of satisfaction interchanged by
the two visitors he realized that he had made an imprudent admission.
He suspected that their design was to rob him, and he had voluntarily
assured them that he was alone, and that they could proceed without
"Sorry not to see him," said Warner. "I'd like to renew our
Melville was about to reply that Herbert would be back directly,
when it occurred to him that this would be a fresh piece of
imprudence. It would doubtless lead them to proceed at once to the
object of their visit, while if he could only keep them till his boy
companion did actually return, they would at least be two to two.
Even then they would be by no means equally matched, but something
might occur to help them.
"I suppose Herbert will return by evening," he replied. "You can
see him if you remain till then."
Another expression of satisfaction appeared upon the faces of his
two visitors, but for this he was prepared.
"Sorry we can't stay till then," said Warner, "but business of
importance will limit our stay. Eh, Brown?"
"I don't see the use of delaying at all!" growled Brown, who was
not as partial as his companion to the feline amusement of playing
with his intended victim. With him, on the contrary, it was a word,
and a blow, and sometimes the blow came first.
"Come to business!" continued Brown, impatiently, addressing his
"That is my purpose, friend Brown."
"Mr. Melville, it is not solely the pleasure of seeing you that has
led my friend and myself to call this afternoon."
"So I supposed," he said.
"There is a little unfinished business between us, as you will
remember. I owe you a return for the manner in which you saw fit to
throw suspicion upon me some time since, when we were traveling
"I shall be very glad to have you convince me that I did you an
injustice," said Melville. "I was led to believe that you and your
friend now present were leagued together to rob us of our money and
valuables. If it was not so—"
"You were not very far from right, Mr. Melville. Still it was not
polite to express your suspicions so rudely. Besides, you were
instrumental in defeating our plan."
"I can't express any regret for that, Col. Warner, or Jerry Lane,
as I suppose that is your real name."
"I am Jerry Lane!" said Warner, proudly. "I may as well confess it,
since it is well that you should know with whom you have to deal.
When I say that I am Jerry Lane, you will understand that I mean
"I do," answered Melville, quietly.
"You know me by reputation?" said the outlaw, with a curious pride
in his unenviable notoriety.
"What do men say of me?"
"That you are at the head of a gang of reckless assassins and
outlaws, and that you have been implicated in scores of robberies and
This was not so satisfactory.
"Young man," said Lane—to drop his false name—"I advise you to be
careful how you talk. It may be the worse for you. Now, to come to
business, how much money have you in the house?"
"Why do you ask, and by what right?"
"We propose to take it. Now answer my question."
"Gentlemen, you will be very poorly paid for the trouble you have
taken in visiting me. I have very little money."
"Of course, you say so. We want an answer."
"As well as I can remember I have between forty and fifty dollars
in my pocketbook."
Brown uttered an oath under his breath, and Lane looked uneasy.
"That's a lie!" said Brown, speaking first. "We were told you had
five thousand dollars here."
"Your informant was badly mistaken, then. I am not very wise,
perhaps, in worldly matters, but I certainly am not such a fool as to
keep so large a sum of money in a lonely cabin like this."
"Perhaps not so much as that," returned Lane. "I don't pretend to
say how much you have. That is for you to tell us."
George Melville drew from his pocket a wallet, and passed it to the
"Count the money for yourself, if you wish," he said. "You can
verify my statement."
Lane opened the wallet with avidity, and drew out the contents. It
was apparent at the first glance that the sum it contained was small.
It was counted, however, and proved to amount to forty-seven dollars
and a few silver coins.
The two robbers looked at each other in dismay. Was it possible
that this was all? If so, they would certainly be very poorly paid for
"Do you expect us to believe, Mr. Melville," said Jerry Lane,
sternly, "that this is all the money you have?"
"In this cabin—yes."
"We are not so easily fooled. It is probably all you carry about
with you; but you have more concealed somewhere about the premises.
It will be best for you to produce at once, unless you are ready to
pass in your checks."
"That means," said Melville, growing pale in spite of himself, for
he knew from report the desperate character of his guests, "that
means, I suppose, that you will kill me unless I satisfy your
"It does," said Lane, curtly. "Now for your answer!"
"Gentlemen, I cannot accomplish impossibilities. It is as I say.
The money in your hands is all that I have by me."
"Do you mean to deny that you are rich?" asked Lane.
"No, I do not deny it. That is not the point in question. You ask
me to produce all the money I have with me. I have done so."
"Do you believe this, Brown?" asked the captain, turning to his
"No, I don't."
"It is strictly true."
"Then," said Brown, "you deserve to die for having no more money
"True," chimed in Lane. "Once more, will you produce your secret
"I have none."
"Then you must be dealt with in the usual way. Brown, have you a
"Is there a convenient tree near by."
"We'll find one."
The two seized Melville, and, despite his resistance, dragged him
violently from the cabin, and adjusted a rope about his neck. The
young man was pale, and gave himself up for lost.
CHAPTER XXXVI. THE MINE IS SOLD.
While his friend was in peril, where was Herbert?
For him, too, it had been an exciting day—Deer Creek had been
excited by the arrival of a capitalist from New York, whose avowed
errand it was to buy a mine. Reports from Deer Creek had turned his
steps thither, and all the mine owners were on the qui vive to
attract the attention of the monied man. It was understood that he
intended to capitalize the mine, when purchased, start a company, and
work it by the new and improved methods, which had replaced the older
and ruder appliances at first employed.
Mr. Compton, though not a mining expert, was a shrewd man, who
weighed carefully the representations that were made to him, and
reserved his opinion. It was clear that he was not a man who would
readily be taken in, though there were not wanting men at Deer Creek
who were ready to palm off upon him poor or worthless mines. About
the only mine owners who did not seek him were the owners of the
Blazing Star, both of whom were on the ground. The mine was looking
up. The most recent developments were the most favorable, and the
prospects were excellent. They might, indeed, "peter out" as the
expression is, but it did not seem likely.
"Jack," said Herbert, "shall we invite Mr. Compton to visit our
"No," answered Jack Holden; "I am willing to keep it."
"Wouldn't you sell?"
"Yes, if I could get my price."
"What is your price?"
"Twenty-five thousand dollars for the whole mine!"
"That is twelve thousand five hundred for mine," said Herbert, his
cheek flushing with the excitement he felt.
"You've figured it out right, my lad," said his partner.
"That would leave me twelve thousand after I have paid up Mr.
Melville for the sum I paid in the beginning."
"Right again, my lad."
"Why, Jack!" exclaimed Herbert. "Do you know what that means? It
means that I should be rich—that my mother could move into a nicer
house, that we could live at ease for the rest of our lives."
"Would twelve thousand dollars do all that?"
"No; but it would give me a fund that would establish me in
business, and relieve me of all anxiety. Jack, it's too bright to be
"We may not be able to sell the mine at that figure, Herbert. Don't
let us count our chickens before they are hatched, or we may be
disappointed. I'm as willin' to keep the mine as to sell it."
"Jack, here is Mr. Compton coming," said Herbert.
The capitalist paused, and addressing Herbert, said:
"Have you anything to do with the mine, my lad?"
"I am half owner," answered Herbert, promptly, and not without
"Who is the other half owner?"
"Mr. Holden," answered Herbert, pointing out Jack.
"May I examine the mine?"
"You are quite welcome to, sir."
Possibly the fact that this mine alone had not been pressed upon
him for purchase, predisposed Mr. Compton to regard it with favor.
Every facility was offered him, and Jack Holden, who thoroughly
understood his business, gave him the necessary explanations.
After an hour spent in the examination, Mr. Compton came to
"Is the mine for sale?" he asked.
"What is your price?"
"Twenty-five thousand dollars."
"Is that your lowest price?"
Jack Holden wasted no words in praising the mine, and this produced
a favorable impression on the capitalist with whom he was dealing.
"I'll take it," he answered.
"Then it's a bargain."
Herbert found it difficult to realize that these few words had made
him a rich boy. He remained silent, but in his heart he was deeply
thankful, not so much for himself, as because he knew that he was now
able to rejoice his mother's heart, and relieve her from all pecuniary
cares or anxieties.
"You've made a good bargain, sir, if I do say it," said Jack
Holden. "For my own part, I wasn't so particular about selling the
mine, but my young partner here is differently placed, and the money
will come handy to him."
"You are rather young for a mine owner," said Mr. Compton,
regarding Herbert with some curiosity.
"Yes, sir; I believe I am the youngest mine owner here."
"Are you a resident of this State?"
"Only temporarily, sir. I came here with a friend whose lungs are
"You expect to return to the East soon?"
"When you do, come to see me. I am a commission merchant in Boston.
If it is your intention to follow a business life, I may be able to
find you a place."
"Thank you, sir; I should like nothing better."
"To-morrow," said Mr. Compton, "I will come here and complete the
"Jack," said Herbert, when the new purchaser of the mine had left
them, "there is no work for us here. Come with me, and let us
together tell Mr. Melville the good news."
"A good thought, my lad!"
So the two mounted their horses, and left Deer Creek behind them.
They little suspected how sorely they were needed.
CHAPTER XXXVII. TO THE RESCUE.
Herbert and his companion drew near the forest cabin, which had
been the home of the former, without a suspicion that George Melville
was in such dire peril. The boy was, indeed, thinking of him, but it
was rather of the satisfaction his employer would feel at his good
"Somehow I feel in a great hurry to get there, Jack," said Herbert.
"I shall enjoy telling Mr. Melville of my good luck."
"He's a fine chap, that Melville," said Jack Holden, meaning no
disrespect by this unceremonious fashion of speech.
"That he is! He's the best friend I ever had, Jack," returned
"It's a pity he's ailing."
"Oh, he's much stronger than he was when he came out here. All the
unfavorable symptoms have disappeared."
"Maybe he'll outgrow it. I had an uncle that was given up to die of
consumption, when he was about Melville's age, and he died only last
year at the age of seventy-five."
"That must have been slow consumption, Jack," said Herbert,
smiling. "If Mr. Melville can live as long as that, I think neither he
nor his friends will have reason to complain."
"Is he so rich, lad?"
"I don't know how rich, but I know he has plenty of money. How much
power a rich man has," said Herbert, musingly. "Now, Mr. Melville has
changed my whole life for me. When I first met him I was working for
three dollars a week. Now I am worth twelve thousand dollars!"
Herbert repeated this with a beaming face. The good news had not
lost the freshness of novelty. There was so much that he could do now
that he was comparatively rich. To do Herbert justice, it was not of
himself principally that he thought. It was sweet to reflect that he
could bring peace, and joy, and independence to his mother. After all,
it is the happiness we confer that brings us the truest enjoyment. The
selfish man who eats and drinks and lodges like a prince, but is
unwilling to share his abundance with others, knows not what he loses.
Even boys and girls may try the experiment for themselves, for one
does not need to be rich to give pleasure to others.
"Come, Jack, let us ride faster; I am in a hurry," said Herbert,
when they were perhaps a quarter of a mile distant from the cabin.
They emerged from the forest, and could now see the cottage and its
surroundings. They saw something that almost paralyzed them.
George Melville, with a rope round his neck, stood beneath a tree.
Col. Warner was up in the tree swinging the rope over a branch, while
Brown, big, burly and brutal, pinioned the helpless young man in his
"Good heavens! Do you see that?" exclaimed Herbert. "It is the road
agents. Quick, or we shall be too late!"
Jack had seen. He had not only seen, but he had already acted.
Quick as thought he raised his weapon, and covered Brown. There was a
sharp report, and the burly ruffian fell, his heart pierced by the
Herbert dashed forward, and, seizing the rope, released his friend.
"Thank Heaven, Herbert! You have saved my life!" murmured Melville,
in tones of heartfelt gratitude.
"There's another of them!" exclaimed Jack Holden, looking up into
the tree, and he raised his gun once more.
"Don't shoot!" exclaimed the man, whom we know best as Col. Warner;
"I'll come down."
So he did, but not in the manner he expected. In his flurry, for he
was not a brave man, outlaw though he was, he lost his hold and fell
at the feet of Holden.
"What shall we do with him, Mr. Melville?" asked Jack. "He deserves
"Don't kill him! Bind him, and give him up to the authorities."
"I hate to let him off so easy," said Jack, but he did as Melville
wished. But the colonel had a short reprieve. On his way to jail, a
bullet from some unknown assailant pierced his temple, and Jerry
Lane, the notorious road agent, died, as he had lived, by violence.
CHAPTER XXXVIII. CONCLUSION.
It had been the intention of George Melville to remain in Colorado
all winter, but his improved health, and the tragic event which I
have just narrated, conspired to change his determination.
"Herbert," he said, when the business connected with the sale of
the mine had been completed, "how would you like to go home?"
"Yes, you don't suppose I would remain here alone?"
"If you feel well enough, Mr. Melville, there is nothing I should
"I do feel well enough. If I find any unfavorable symptoms coming
back, I can travel again, but I am anxious to get away from this
place, where I have come so near losing my life at the hands of the
There was little need of delay. Their preparations were soon made.
There was an embarrassment about the cottage, but that was soon
"I'll buy it of you, Mr. Melville," said Jack Holden.
"I can't sell it to you, Mr. Holden."
"I will give you a fair price."
"You don't understand me," said George Melville, smiling. "I will
not sell it, because I prefer to give it."
"Thank you, Mr Melville, but you know I am not exactly a poor man.
The sale of the mine—-"
"Jack," said Melville, with emotion, "would you have me forget that
it is to you and Herbert that I owe my rescue from a violent and
"I want no pay for that, Mr. Melville."
"No, I am sure you don't. But you will accept the cabin, not as
pay, but as a mark of my esteem."
Upon that ground Jack accepted the cottage with pleasure. Herbert
tried to tempt him to make a visit to the East, but he was already in
treaty for another mine, and would not go.
The two stayed a day in Chicago on their way to Boston.
"I wonder if Eben is still here?" thought Herbert.
He soon had his question answered. In passing through a suburban
portion of the great city, he saw a young man sawing wood in front of
a mean dwelling, while a stout negro was standing near, with his hands
in his pockets, surveying the job. He was the proprietor of a colored
restaurant, and Eben was working for him.
Alas, for Eben! The once spruce dry-goods clerk was now a
miserable-looking tramp, so far as outward appearances went. His
clothes were not only ragged, but soiled, and the spruce city
acquaintances whom he once knew would have passed him without
Eben turned swiftly as he heard his name called, and a flush of
shame overspread his face.
"Is it you, Herbert?" he asked, faintly.
"Yes, Eben. You don't seem very prosperous."
"I never thought I should sink so low," answered Eben, mournfully,
"as to saw wood for a colored man."
"What are you talkin' about?" interrupted his boss, angrily. "Ain't
I as good as a worfless white man that begged a meal of vittles of
me, coz he was starvin'? You jest shut up your mouf, and go to work."
Eben sadly resumed his labor. Herbert pitied him, in spite of his
folly and wickedness.
"Eben, do you owe this man anything?" he added.
"Yes, he does. He owes me for his dinner. Don't you go to
interfere!" returned the colored man.
"How much was your dinner worth?" asked Herbert, putting his hand
into his pocket.
"It was wuf a quarter."
"There is your money! Now, Eben, come with me."
"I've been very unfortunate," wailed Eben.
"Would you like to go back to Wayneboro?" asked Herbert.
"Yes, anywhere," answered Eben, eagerly. "I can't make a livin'
here. I have almost starved sometimes."
"Eben, I'll make a bargain with you. If I will take you home, will
you turn over a new leaf, and try to lead a regular and industrious
"Yes, I'll do it," answered Eben.
"Then I'll take you with me to-morrow."
"I shouldn't like my old friends to see me in these rags," said
Eben, glancing with shame at his tattered clothes.
"They shall not. Come with me, and I will rig you out anew."
"You're a good fellow, Herbert," said Eben, gratefully. "I'm sorry
for the way I treated you."
"Then it's all right," said Herbert. Herbert kept his promise. He
took Eben to a barber shop, where there were also baths, having
previously purchased him a complete outfit, and Eben emerged looking
once more like the spruce dry-goods salesman of yore.
. . . . . . .
One day not long afterwards Mrs. Carr was sitting in her little
sitting room, sewing. She had plenty of leisure for this work now,
for Mr. Graham had undertaken to attend to the post-office duties
himself. It was natural that she should think of her absent boy, from
whom she had not heard for a long time.
"When shall I see him again?" she thought, wearily.
There was a knock at the outer door.
She rose to open it, but, before she could reach it, it flew open,
and her boy, taller and handsomer than ever, was in her arms.
It was all she could say, but the tone was full of joy.
"How I have missed you!"
"We will be together now, mother."
"I hope so, Herbert. Perhaps you can find something to do in
Wayneboro, and even if it doesn't pay as well—"
"Mother," interrupted Herbert, laughing, "is that the way to speak
to a rich boy like me?"
"Yes, mother, I bring home twelve thousand dollars."
Mrs. Carr could not believe it at first, but Herbert told his
story, and she gave joyful credence at last.
Eben did not receive as warm a welcome, but finally his father was
propitiated, and agreed to give his son employment in his own store.
He's there yet. His hard experience in the West has subdued his
pride, and he has really "turned over a new leaf," as he promised
Herbert. His father will probably next year give him a quarter
interest in the firm, and the firm's name will be
"EBENEZER GRAHAM SON."
Herbert and his mother have moved to Boston. Our hero is learning
business in the counting room of Mr. Compton. They live in a pleasant
house at the South End, and Mr. Melville, restored to a very fair
measure of health, is boarding, or, rather, has his home with them. He
is devoting his time to literary pursuits, and I am told that he is
the author of a brilliant paper in a recent number of the North
American Review. Herbert finds some time for study, and, under the
guidance of his friend and former employer, he has already become a
very creditable scholar in French, German and English literature. He
enjoys his present prosperity all the better for the hardships through
which he passed before reaching it.