CHAPTER XVIII.
RODNEY'S SECRET IS DISCOVERED.
Jasper lost no time in acquainting his uncle with Rodney's extraordinarygood fortune. James Redwood was surprised, but not all togetherincredulous.
"I don't understand it," he said, "but Ropes appears to be a boy oftruth. Perhaps he may have exaggerated the amount of his salary."
"I hardly think so, uncle. He gave me a tip top dinner down on ParkRow."
"He may have been in funds from selling the articles taken from thestore."
"That's so!" assented Jasper, who had the best possible reason forknowing that it was not so.
"I wish the boy well," said his uncle. "He always treated merespectfully, and I never had anything against him except the loss ofstock, and it is not certain that he is the thief."
"I guess there isn't any doubt about that."
"Yet, believing him to be a thief, you did not hesitate to accept adinner from him."
"I didn't want to hurt his feelings," replied Jasper, rather sheepishly.
"Do you know what sort of a place he has got, or with what house?"
"No; he wouldn't tell me."
"He thought perhaps you would inform the new firm of the circumstancesunder which he left us. I don't blame him, but I am surprised that heshould have been engaged without a recommendation."
"Shall you tell Mr. Goodnow?"
"Not unless he asks about Ropes. I don't want to interfere with the boyin any way."
In the store, as has already been stated, Jasper succeeded to Rodney'splace, and in consequence his pay was raised to seven dollars a week.Still it was not equal to what it had been when he was receivingadditional money from the sale of the articles stolen by Philip Cartonand himself.
The way in which they had operated was this: Philip would come in andbuy a cloak or a dress pattern from Jasper, and the young salesman wouldpack up two or three instead of one. There was a drawback to the profitin those cases, as Carton would be obliged to sell both at a reducedprice. Still they had made a considerable sum from these transactions,though not nearly as much as Mr. Goodnow had lost.
After the discovery of the theft and the discharge of Rodney, the twoconfederates felt that it would be imprudent to do any more in thatline. This suspension entailed heavier loss on Carton than on Jasper.The latter had a fixed income and a home at his uncle's house, whilePhilip had no regular income, though he occasionally secured a littletemporary employment.
In the meantime Rodney had commenced his tutorship. His young pupilbecame very fond of him, and being a studious boy, made rapid progressin his lessons.
Mr. Sargent felt that his experiment, rash as it might be considered,vindicated his wisdom by its success. At the end of a month hevoluntarily raised Rodney's salary to twenty dollars a week.
"I am afraid you are overpaying me, Mr. Sargent," said Rodney.
"That's my lookout. Good service is worth a good salary, and I amperfectly satisfied with you."
"Thank you, sir. I prize that even more than the higher salary."
Only a portion of Rodney's time was spent in teaching. In the afternoonhe and his charge went on little excursions, generally to Central Park.
One holiday, about four months after the commencement of Rodney'sengagement, he was walking in the Park when he fell in with Jasper.Jasper's attention was at once drawn to the little boy, whose dress andgeneral appearance indicated that he belonged to a wealthy family. Thisexcited Jasper's curiosity.
"How are you, Rodney?" said Jasper adroitly. "It is a good while since Imet you."
"Yes."
"Who is the little boy with you?"
"His name is Arthur Sargent."
Rodney gave this information unwillingly, for he saw that his secret waslikely to be discovered.
"How do you do, Arthur?" asked Jasper, with unwonted affability, for hedid not care for children.
"Pretty well," answered Arthur politely.
"Have you known Rodney long?"
"Why, he is my teacher," answered Arthur in some surprise.
Jasper's eyes gleamed with sudden intelligence. So this was Rodney'ssecret, and this was the position for which he was so well paid.
Rodney bit his lip in vexation, but made no remark.
"Does he ever punish you for not getting your lessons?" asked Jasperwithout much tact.
"Of course not," answered Arthur indignantly.
"Arthur always does get his lessons," said Rodney. "I suppose you have aholiday from work today, Jasper."
"Yes; I am glad to get away now and then."
"I must bid you good morning now."
"Won't you let me call on you? Where do you live, Arthur?"
The boy gave the number of his house.
Jasper asked Arthur, thinking rightly that he would be more likely toget an answer from him than from Rodney. He walked away triumphantly,feeling that he had made a discovery that might prove of advantage tohim.
"Is that a friend of yours, Rodney?" asked little Arthur.
"I have known him for some time."
"I don't like him very much."
"Why?" asked Rodney with some curiosity.
"I don't know," answered the little boy slowly. "I can't likeeverybody."
"Quite true, Arthur. Jasper is not a special friend of mine, and I amnot particular about your liking him. I hope you like me."
"You know I do, Rodney," and he gave Rodney's hand an assuring pressure.
Ten minutes after he left Rodney, Jasper fell in with Carton. Theintimacy between them had perceptibly fallen off. It had grown out ofbusiness considerations.
Now that it was no longer safe to abstract articles from the store,Jasper felt that he had no more use for his late confederate. When theymet he treated him with marked coldness.
On this particular day Carton was looking quite shabby. In fact, hisbest suit was in pawn, and he had fallen back on one half worn andsoiled.
"Hello!" exclaimed Jasper, and was about to pass on with a cool nod.
"Stop!" said Philip, looking offended.
"I am in a hurry," returned Jasper. "I can't stop today."
"You are in a hurry, and on a holiday?"
"Yes; I am to meet a friend near the lake."
"I'll go along with you."
Jasper had to submit though with an ill grace.
"Wouldn't another day do?"
"No; the fact is, Jasper, I am in trouble,"
"You usually are," sneered Jasper.
"That is so. I have been out of luck lately."
"I am sorry, but I can't help it as I see."
"How much money do you think I have in my pocket?"
"I don't know, I am sure. I am not good at guessing conundrums."
"Just ten cents."
"That isn't much," said Jasper, indifferently.
"Let me have a dollar, thats a good fellow!"
"You seem to think I am made of money," said Jasper sharply. "I haven'tgot much more myself."
"Then you might have. You get a good salary."
"Only seven dollars."
"You are able to keep most of it for yourself."
"Suppose I am? You seem to know a good deal of my affairs."
"Haven't you any pity for an old friend?"
"Yes, I'll give you all the pity you want, but when it comes to moneyit's a different matter. Here you are, a man of twenty six, ten yearsolder than me, and yet you expect me to help support you."
"You didn't use to talk to me like that."
"Well, I do now. You didn't use to try to get money out of me."
"Look here, Jasper! I am poor, but I don't want you to talk to me as youare doing."
"Indeed!" sneered Jasper.
"And I won't have it," said Carton firmly. "Listen to me, and I willpropose a plan that will help us both."
"What is it?"
"You can easily secrete articles, if you are cautious, withoutattracting notice, and I will dispose of them and share the money withyou."
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nbsp; Jasper shook his head.
"I wouldn't dare to do it," he said. "Somebody might spy on me."
"Not if you are careful."
"If it were found out I would be bounced like Ropes."
"What is he doing? Have you seen him lately?"
"He is getting on finely. He is earning fifteen dollars a week."
"You don't mean it?"
"Yes I do."
"What firm is he working for?"
"For none at all. He is tutor to a young kid."
"I didn't know he was scholar enough."
"Oh yes, he knows Greek and Latin and a lot of other stuff."
"Who is the boy?"
"I don't feel at liberty to tell. I don't think he would care to haveyou know."
"I'll tell you what you can do. Borrow five dollars of him for me."
"I don't know about that. If I were to borrow it would be for myself."
"You can do as you please. If you don't do something for me I will writeto Mr. Goodnow that you are the thief who stole the cloaks and dresspatterns."
"You wouldn't do that?" exclaimed Jasper in consternation.
"Wouldn't I? I am desperate enough to do anything."
After a little further conference Jasper agreed to do what was asked ofhim. He did not dare to refuse.