CHAPTER XIV.
RODNEY IS DISCHARGED.
Rodney reported his return to Mr. Redwood, and in his company went downstairs to the office, with the package under his arm.
"Well?" said Mr. Goodnow inquiringly.
"This is the package, sir."
"And it was found in your room?"
"Yes, sir, I found it on my bed."
"Can't you account for it being there?" asked the merchant searchingly.
"No, sir."
"You must admit that its presence in your room looks bad for you."
"I admit it sir; but I had nothing to do with it being there."
"Have you any theory to account for it?"
"Only this, that some one must have carried it to my room and placed itwhere it was found."
"Did you question your landlady as to whether she had admitted any oneduring the morning?"
"Yes, sir. She had not."
"This is very unfavorable to you."
"In what way, sir?"
"It makes it probable that you carried in the parcel yourself."
"That I deny," said Rodney boldly.
"I expected you to deny it," said the merchant coldly. "If this cloakwere the only one that had been taken I would drop the matter. Butthis is by no means the case. Mr. Redwood, can you give any idea of theextent to which we have been robbed?"
"So far as I can estimate we have lost a dozen cloaks and about half adozen dress patterns."
"This is a serious loss, Ropes," said Mr. Goodnow. "I should think itwould foot up several hundred dollars. If you can throw any light uponthe thefts, or give me information by which I can get back the goodseven at considerable expense, I will be as considerate with you as Ican."
"Mr. Goodnow," returned Rodney hotly, "I know no more about the matterthan you do. I hope you will investigate, and if you can prove that Itook any of the missing articles I want no consideration. I shall expectyou to have me arrested, and, if convicted, punished."
"These are brave words, Ropes," said Mr. Goodnow coldly, "but they areonly words. The parcel found in your room affords strong ground forsuspicion that you are responsible for at least a part of the thefts.Under the circumstances there is only one thing for me to do, and thatis to discharge you."
"Very well, sir."
"You may go to the cashier and he will pay you to the end of the week,but your connection with the store will end at once."
"I don't care to be paid to the end of the week, sir. If you will giveme an order for payment up to tonight, that will be sufficient."
"It shall be as you say."
Mr. Goodnow wrote a few words on a slip of paper and handed it toRodney.
"I will leave my address, sir, and if I change it I will notify you. Ifyou should hear anything as to the real robber I will ask you as a favorto communicate with me."
"Mr. Redwood, you have heard the request of Ropes, I will look to you tocomply with it."
"Very well, sir."
The merchant turned back to his letters, and Rodney left the office,with what feelings of sorrow and humiliation may be imagined.
"I am sorry for this occurrence, Ropes," said Mr. Redwood, with a touchof sympathy in his voice.
"Do you believe me guilty, Mr. Redwood?"
"I cannot do otherwise. I hope you are innocent, and, if so, that thereally guilty party will be discovered sooner or later."
"Thank you, sir."
When they entered the room in which Rodney had been employed Jasper cameup, his face alive with curiosity.
"Well," he said, "how did you come out?"
"I am discharged," said Rodney bitterly.
"Well, you couldn't complain of that. Things looked pretty dark foryou."
"If I had committed the theft, I would not complain. Indeed, I wouldsubmit to punishment without a murmur. But it is hard to suffer whileinnocent."
"Uncle James," said Jasper, "if Ropes is going will you ask Mr. Goodnowto put me in his place?"
Even Mr. Redwood was disgusted by this untimely request.
"It would be more becoming," he said sharply, "if you would wait tillRopes was fairly out of the store before applying for his position."
"I want to be in time. I don't want any one to get ahead of me."
James Redwood did not deign a reply.
"I am sorry you leave us under such circumstances, Ropes," he said. "Thetime may come when you will be able to establish your innocence, and inthat case Mr. Goodnow will probably take you back again."
Rodney did not answer, but with his order went to the cashier's desk andreceived the four dollars due him. Then, with a heavy heart, he left thestore where it had been such a satisfaction to him to work.
On Broadway he met his room mate, Mike Flynn, in the uniform of atelegraph boy.
"Where are you goin', Rodney?" asked Mike. "You ain't let off so early,are you?"
"I am let off for good and all, Mike."
"What's that?"
"I am discharged."
"What for?" asked Mike in amazement.
"I will tell you when you get home tonight."
Rodney went back to his room, and lay down sad and despondent. Somehours later Mike came in, and was told the story. The warm heartedtelegraph boy was very angry.
"That boss of yours must be a stupid donkey," he said.
"I don't know. The parcel was found in my room."
"Anybody'd know to look at you that you wouldn't steal."
"Some thieves look very innocent. The only way to clear me is to findout who left the bundle at the house."
"Doesn't Mrs. McCarty know anything about it?"
"No; I asked her."
"Some one might have got into the house without her knowing anythingabout it. The lock is a very common one. There are plenty of keys thatwill open it."
"If we could find some one that saw a person with a bundle go up thesteps, that would give us a clew."
"That's so. We'll ask."
But for several days no one could be found who had seen any such person.
Meanwhile Rodney was at a loss what to do. He was cut off from applyingfor another place, for no one would engage him if he were refuseda recommendation from his late employer. Yet he must obtain someemployment for he could not live on nothing.
"Do you think, Mike," he asked doubtfully, "that I could make anythingselling papers?"
"Such business isn't for you," answered the telegraph boy.
"But it is one of the few things open to me. I can become a newsboywithout recommendations. Even your business would be closed to me if itwere known that I was suspected of theft."
"Thats so," said Mike, scratching his head in perplexity.
"Then would you recommend my becoming a newsboy?"
"I don't know. You couldn't make more'n fifty or sixty cent a day."
"That will be better than nothing."
"And I can pay the rent, or most of it, as I'll be doin' better thanyou."
"We will wait and see how much I make."
So Rodney swallowed his pride, and procuring a supply of afternoonpapers set about selling them. He knew that it was an honest business,and there was no disgrace in following it.
But one day he was subjected to keen mortification. Jasper Redwood anda friend--it was Philip Carton, his confederate--were walking alongBroadway, and their glances fell on Rodney.
"I say, Jasper," said the elder of the two, "isn't that the boy who wasin the same store with you?"
Jasper looked, and his eyes lighted up with malicious satisfaction.
"Oho!" he said. "Well, this is rich!"
"Give me a paper, boy," he said, pretending not to recognize Rodney atfirst. "Why, it's Ropes."
"Yes," answered Rodney, his cheek flushing. "You see what I am reducedto. What paper will you buy?"
"The Mail and Express."
"Here it is."
"Can't you get another place?" asked Jasper curiously.
"I might if I could get a recommendation, but
probably Mr. Goodnowwouldn't give me one."
"No, I guess not."
"So I must take what I can get."
"Do you make much selling papers?"
"Very little."
"You can't make as much as you did in the store?"
"Not much more than half as much."
"Do you live in the same place?"
"Yes, for the present."
"Oh, by the way, Ropes, I've got your old place," said Jasper inexultation.
"I thought you would get it," answered Rodney, not without a pang.
"Come into the store some day, Ropes. It will seem like old times."
"I shall not enter the store till I am able to clear myself of thecharge made against me."
"Then probably you will stay away a long time."
"I am afraid so."
"Well, ta, ta! Come along, Philip."
As Rodney followed with his eye the figure of his complacent successorhe felt that his fate was indeed a hard one.