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  CHAPTER XXXVII.

  PETER LETS OUT A SECRET.

  "Can you direct me to the house of Dr. Crawford?" asked a stranger.

  The inquiry was addressed to Peter Cook in front of the hotel inEdgewood Center.

  "Yes, sir; he is my stepfather!"

  "Indeed! I did not know that my old friend was married again. You sayyou are his stepson?"

  "Yes, sir."

  "He has an own son, about your age, I should judge."

  "That's Carl! he is a little older than me."

  "Is he at home?"

  "No," answered Peter, pursing up his lips.

  "Is he absent at boarding school?"

  "No; he's left home."

  "Indeed!" ejaculated the stranger, in surprise. "How is that?"

  "He was awfully hard to get along with, and didn't treat mother withany respect. He wanted to have his own way, and, of course, ma couldn'tstand that."

  "I see," returned the stranger, and he eyed Peter curiously. "What didhis father say to his leaving home?" he asked.

  "Oh, he always does as ma wishes."

  "Was Carl willing to leave home?"

  "Yes; he said he would rather go than obey ma."

  "I suppose he receives an allowance from his father?"

  "No; he wanted one, but ma put her foot down and said he shouldn't haveone."

  "Your mother seems to be a woman of considerable firmness."

  "You bet, she's firm. She don't allow no boy to boss her."

  "Really, this boy is a curiosity," said Reuben Ashcroft to himself. "Hedoesn't excel in the amiable and attractive qualities. He has a sort ofbrutal frankness which can't keep a secret."

  "How did you and Carl get along together?" he asked, aloud.

  "We didn't get along at all. He wanted to boss me, and ma and I wouldn'thave it."

  "So the upshot was that he had to leave the house and you remained?"

  "Yes, that's the way of it," said Peter, laughing.

  "And Carl was actually sent out to earn his own living without help ofany kind from his father?"

  "Yes."

  "What is he doing?" asked Ashcroft, in some excitement. "Good heavens!he may have suffered from hunger."

  "Are you a friend of his?" asked Peter, sharply.

  "I am a friend of anyone who requires a friend."

  "Carl is getting along well enough. He is at work in some factory inMilford, and gets a living."

  "Hasn't he been back since he first left home?"

  "No."

  "How long ago is that?"

  "Oh, 'bout a year," answered Peter, carelessly.

  "How is Dr. Crawford? Is he in good health?"

  "He ain't very well. Ma told me the other day she didn't think he wouldlive long. She got him to make a will the other day."

  "Why, this seems to be a conspiracy!" thought Ashcroft. "I'd givesomething to see that will."

  "I suppose he will provide for you and your mother handsomely?"

  "Yes; ma said she was to have control of the property. I guess Carl willhave to stand round if he expects any favors."

  "It is evident this boy can't keep a secret," thought Ashcroft. "All thebetter for me. I hope I am in time to defeat this woman's schemes."

  "There's the house," said Peter, pointing it out.

  "Do you think Dr. Crawford is at home?"

  "Oh, yes, he doesn't go out much. Ma is away this afternoon. She's atthe sewing circle, I think."

  "Thank you for serving as my guide," said Ashcroft. "There's a littleacknowledgment which I hope will be of service to you."

  He offered a half dollar to Peter, who accepted it joyfully and wasprofuse in his thanks.

  "Now, if you will be kind enough to tell the doctor that an old friendwishes to see him, I shall be still further obliged."

  "Just follow me, then," said Peter, and he led the way into thesitting-room.