Albert was in ecstasies over the success of his "joke," and shook all over with laughter, in which, of course, his companion joined. "Oh dear! that"s too good for anything!" he cried, "aint it, John?"
John a.s.sented that it was very funny indeed.
Neither of the boys noticed that the seat lately occupied by poor, deceived Mr. Randal had just been taken by a fine-looking middle-aged man, wrapped in a heavy cloak, who appeared to be absorbed in his own thoughts, but really heard every word they said.
They kept up a brisk conversation, Albert speaking in quite a loud tone, for he was feeling very merry. "Ha, ha, ha!--but I did think the old fool would hear the brakeman call the station, though. I didn"t suppose I could get him any further than the door. To think of his clambering clear out on the platform, and getting left! He believed every word I told him. What a delicious old simpleton!"
And having exhausted that edifying subject for the moment, he presently began to brag of his plans and prospects.
"I don"t believe you stand much of a chance there; they say Luke Conway is awful particular," the middle-aged stranger heard John remark.
"Pooh! shut up!" cried Albert. "Particular! That"s just it, and makes my chance all the better. I"ve brought the kind of recommendation that a particular man wants, you see."
"But there"ll be lots of other fellows trying for the place."
"Don"t care if there"s fifty," said Albert, "I"d come in ahead of "em all. I"ve got testimonials of character and qualifications from Professor Howe, Rev. Joseph Lee, Dr. Henshaw, and Esquire Jenks, the great railroad contractor. His name alone is enough to secure me the situation."
At this juncture, the strange gentleman turned around and gave Albert a quick, searching glance. But the conceited boy was too much occupied with himself to notice the movement, and kept on talking. Now and then the thought of the victim whom he had fooled seemed to come back and tickle him amazingly. "Wonder where the old man is now. Ha, ha! Do you suppose he has found out where Harrowtown is? Oh, but wasn"t it rich to see how scared he was when I waked him up? And how he jumped and scrambled out of the car! "Pon my word, I never saw anything so comical."
Here the stranger turned again and shot another quick glance, this time from indignant eyes, and his lips parted as if about to utter a stern reproof. But he did not speak. Some hidden motive withheld him.
We will now leave Albert and his fellow travelers, and follow good Gideon Randal.
It was quite dark when he stepped from the cars, and he inquired of a man at the station, "Can you tell me where I can find Mr. Aaron Harrington?"
"There"s no such man living here, to my knowledge," was the reply.
"What, isn"t this Harrowtown?" asked Mr. Randal in great consternation.
"No, it is Whipple Village."
"Then I got out at the wrong station. What shall I do?" in a voice of deep distress.
"Go right to the hotel and stay till the train goes in the morning,"
said the man, pleasantly.
There was no alternative, Mr. Randal pa.s.sed a restless night at the hotel, and at an early hour he was again at the station, waiting for the train. His face was pale, and his eye wild and anxious. "The stage broke down, and I missed the first train," thought he, "and then that boy told me to get out here. I"ve made a bad beginning, and I"m afraid this trip will have a bad ending."
There were other pa.s.sengers walking to and fro on the platform, waiting for the cars to come.
One was a plain-featured, honest-looking boy, who had been accompanied to the station by his mother. Just before his mother bade him good by, she said, "Lyman, look at that pale, sad, old man. I don"t believe he is used to traveling. Perhaps you can help him along."
Soon a loud, prolonged whistle was heard. The cars were coming.
"Allow me to a.s.sist you, sir," said Lyman Dean to Mr. Randal, as the train stopped; and he took hold of his arm, and guided him into a car to a seat.
"Thank you, my boy. I"m getting old and clumsy, and a little help from a young hand comes timely. Where are you going, if I may ask?"
"To Harrowtown, sir. I saw an advertis.e.m.e.nt for a boy in a store, and I"m going to try to get the situation. My name is Lyman Dean."
"Ah? I"m sure I wish you success, Lyman, for I believe you"re a good boy. You are going to the same place I am. I want to find Aaron Harrington, but I"ve had two mishaps. I don"t know what"s coming next."
"I"ll show you right where his office is. I"ve been in Harrowtown a good many times."
Half an hour later, the brakeman shouted the name of the station where they must stop. Lyman a.s.sisted Mr. Randal off the train, and walked with him to the princ.i.p.al street. "Here"s Mr Harrington"s office,"
said he.
"Oh, yes, thank you kindly. And now could you tell me where Mr. Luke Conway"s place of business is?"
"Why, that"s the very gentleman I"m going to see," said Lyman. "His place is just round the corner, only two blocks off."
Mr. Randal looked deeply interested. He turned and shook the boy"s hand warmly. "Lyman," he said, "Mr. Conway knows me. I am coming to see him by and by. I am really obliged to you for your politeness, and wish I could do something for you. I hope Mr. Conway will give you the situation, for you deserve it. If you apply before I get there, tell him Gideon Randal is your friend. Good by."
Fifteen minutes after found Lyman waiting in the counting-room of Luke Conway"s store. Albert Gregory had just preceded him. The merchant was writing, and he had requested the boys to be seated a short time, till he was at leisure. Before he finished his work, a slow, feeble step was heard approaching, and an old man stood in the doorway.
"Luke, don"t you remember me?" The merchant looked up at the sound of the voice. Then he sprang up from his chair and grasped the old man"s hands in both his own. "Mr. Randal! Welcome, a thousand times welcome, my benefactor!" he exclaimed. And seating his guest on the office lounge beside him, Mr. Conway inquired after his health and comfort, and talked with him as a loving son. It was evident to the quick perception of the merchant that the good old man"s circ.u.mstances had changed, and he soon made it easy for him to unburden his mind.
"Yes, Luke, I am in trouble. Aaron Harrington owns a mortgage on my farm, and I can"t pay him, and he threatens to take my home," said Mr.
Randal, with a quivering lip. "I went to his office, but didn"t find him, and I thought may be you"d advise me what to do."
"Mr. Randal," answered the merchant, laying his hand on the old man"s shoulder, "almost thirty years ago when I was cold, and hungry, and friendless, you took me in and fed me. Your good wife--G.o.d bless her!--made me a suit of clothes with her own hands. You found me work, and you gave me money when I begun the world alone. Much if not all that I am in life I owe to your sympathy and help, my kind old friend. Now I am rich, and you must let me cancel my debt. I shall pay your mortgage to-day. You shall have your home free again."
Mr. Randal wiped great hot tears from his cheeks, and said in a husky voice, "It is just as I told Martha. I knew if we lent our money to the Lord, when a dark day came, he would provide."
The reader can imagine the different feelings of the two boys, as they sat witnesses of the scene. The look of derision, that changed to an expression of sickly dismay, on Albert"s face, when the old man came in and was so warmly greeted by the merchant, was curiously suggestive. But his usual a.s.surance soon returned. He thought it unlikely that Mr. Randal would recognize him in the daylight, and he determined to put on a bold front.
For a minute the two men continued in conversation. Mr. Conway called up pleasant reminiscences of "Aunt Martha," his boy-life on the farm, and the peace and stillness of the country town. He thought a railway ride of a hundred miles must be a hardship for a quiet old man. "It was a long way for you," he said, "Did you have a comfortable journey?"
"Well, I can"t quite say that. First, the stage broke down and delayed me. Then I slept in the cars, and a boy played a trick on me, and waked me up, and made me get out at the wrong station, so I had to stay over night in Whipple Village. To tell the truth I had a good deal of worriment with one thing and another, getting here; but it"s all bright now," he added with a radiant face.
"You shall go with me to my house and rest, as soon as I have dismissed these boys," said Mr. Conway, earnestly; and turning to Albert and Lyman, who anxiously waited, he spoke to them about their errand.
"I suppose you came because you saw my advertis.e.m.e.nt?"
"Yes, sir," replied both, simultaneously.
"Very well. I believe you came in first. What is your name?"
"I am Albert Gregory, sir. I think I can suit you. I"ve brought testimonials of ability and character from some of the first men--Esquire Jenkins, Rev. Joseph Lee, Dr. Henshaw, and others. Here are my letters of recommendation," holding them out for Mr. Conway to take.
"I don"t want to see them," returned the merchant, coldly. "I have seen you before, I understand your character well enough for the present."
He then addressed a few words to Lyman Dean.
"I should be very glad of work," said Lyman. "My mother is poor, and I want to earn my living, but I hav"n"t any testimonials."
"Yes, you have," said old Mr. Randal, who was waiting for an opportunity to say that very thing. And then he told the merchant how polite and helpful Lyman had been to him.
Mr. Conway fixed his eyes severely upon the other boy. The contrast between him and young Dean was certainly worth a lesson.