Here Abel entered the store, followed by Chester.
CHAPTER VIII.
A SCENE IN THE GROCERY STORE.
"So you"ve come, have you, you young thief?" said Silas, sternly, as Chester entered the store. "Ain"t you ashamed of yourself?"
"No, I"m not," Chester answered, boldly. "I"ve done nothing to be ashamed of."
"Oh, you hardened young villain. Give me the money right off, or I"ll send you to jail."
"I hear from Abel that the store was robbed last night, and I suppose from what you say that you suspect me."
"So I do."
"Then you are mistaken. I spent all last night at home as my mother can testify."
"Then how came your handkerchief here?" demanded Silas, triumphantly, holding up the article.
"It must have been brought here."
"Oho, you admit that, do you? I didn"t know but you"d say it came here itself."
"No, I don"t think it did."
"I thought you"d own up arter a while."
"I own up to nothing."
"Isn"t the handkerchief yours?"
"Yes."
"Then you stay here while Abel goes for the constable. You"ve got to be punished for such doin"s. But I"ll give ye one chance. Give me back the money you took--thirty-seven dollars and sixty cents--and I"ll forgive ye, and won"t have you sent to jail."
"That is a very kind offer, Mr. Tripp, and if I had taken the money I would accept it, and thank you. But I didn"t take it."
"Go for the constable, Abel, and mind you hurry. You just stay where you are, Chester Rand. Don"t you go for to run away."
Chester smiled. He felt that he had the key to the mystery, but he chose to defer throwing light upon it.
"On the way, Abel," said Chester, "please call at our house and ask my mother to come to the store."
"All right, Chester."
The constable was the first to arrive.
"What"s wanted, Silas?" he asked, for in country villages neighbors are very apt to call one another by their Christian names.
"There"s been robbery and burglary, Mr. Boody," responded Mr. Tripp.
"My store was robbed last night of thirty-seven dollars and sixty cents."
"Sho, Silas, how you talk!"
"It"s true, and there stands the thief!"
"I am sitting, Mr. Tripp," said Chester smiling.
"See how he brazens it out! What a hardened young villain he is!"
"Come, Silas, you must be crazy," expostulated the constable, who felt very friendly to Chester. "Chester wouldn"t no more steal from you than I would."
"I thought so myself, but when I found his handkerchief, marked with his name, on a flour barrel, I was convinced."
"Is that so, Chester?"
"Yes, the handkerchief is mine."
"It wasn"t here last night," proceeded Silas, "and it was here this morning. It stands to reason that it couldn"t have walked here itself, and so of course it was brought here."
By this time two other villagers entered the store.
"What do you say to that, Chester?" said the constable, beginning to be shaken in his conviction of Chester"s innocence.
"I agree with Mr. Tripp. It must have been brought here."
At this moment, Mrs. Rand and the minister whom she had met on the way, entered the store.
"Glad to see you, widder," said Silas Tripp, grimly. "I hope you ain"t a-goin" to stand up for your son in his didoes."
"I shall certainly stand by Chester, Mr. Tripp. What is the trouble?"
"Only that he came into my store in the silent watches of last night,"
answered Silas, sarcastically, "and made off with thirty-seven dollars and sixty cents."
"It"s a falsehood, whoever says it," exclaimed Mrs. Rand, hotly.
"I supposed you"d stand up for him," sneered Silas.
"And for a very good reason. During the silent watches of last night, as you express it, Chester was at home and in bed to my certain knowledge."
"While his handkerchief walked over here and robbed the store,"
suggested Silas Tripp, with withering sarcasm, as he held up the telltale evidence of Chester"s dishonesty.