Now, in Frank"s present circ.u.mstances, five dollars represented a good deal of money. He was the more impressed with the necessity of economy since he had found out how small were the wages paid in stores to boys of his age.
He did not feel at all inclined to grant Pliny"s request, especially as he had a strong suspicion that it would be a long time before the sum would be returned.
"Why do you apply to me, Pliny?" he asked, seriously.
"Didn"t your mother die and leave you a big property? Father says you must be worth more than a hundred thousand dollars."
"Your father probably has not heard of the will," said Frank, quietly.
"What was there in the will?" asked Pliny.
"The whole property was left to Mr. Manning."
"Who is he?"
"My stepfather."
"And nothing to you?"
"Nothing to me."
"But he"s got to take care of you, hasn"t he?"
"It was expected, but I am going to earn my own living, if I can."
Pliny stopped short in blank amazement and whistled.
"Then you haven"t got a lot of money?"
"No."
"Won"t your stepfather give you a part of the property?"
"I haven"t asked him, but I don"t think he will."
"And why did you come to Newark?"
"I thought your father might give me some help about getting a place."
"If this isn"t the richest joke!" said Pliny, laughing uproariously.
"Where is the joke? I don"t see it," returned Frank, inclined to be angry.
"The way you have taken in the old man. He thinks you are rich, and has treated you accordingly--got up an extra supper and all that. Oh, it"s too good!"
"I certainly didn"t intend to take him in, as you call it," said Frank.
"The sooner you tell him the better."
"I"ll tell him," said Pliny. "I shall enjoy seeing how provoked he"ll be."
"I think I will leave you," said Frank, shortly. "I will take a walk by myself.
"Well, don"t lose your way. Oh, I wish the store was shut! I want to tell the old man."
And Pliny laughed again, while our hero walked off in disgust.
CHAPTER XVII
THE WAY OF THE WORLD
Frank felt like an impostor when he discovered that his cordial reception was wholly owing to the belief that he was his mother"s heir.
The situation was unpleasant, and he was impatient to have Mr. Tarbox undeceived. He was sure that Pliny would lose no time in revealing his true position, and decided not to return to the house of Mr. Tarbox till nine o"clock, when the story would have been told.
He wandered about aimlessly till he heard the city clocks strike nine, and then rang the bell at his relation"s house.
The family, with the exception of the two younger children, were a.s.sembled in the common sitting room.
As Frank entered, instead of the cordial welcome he had previously received, he noticed a look of coldness and constraint on the faces of Mr. and Mrs. Tarbox, while Pliny looked as if some stupendous joke was being perpetrated.
"Good-evening!" said Frank, politely. "I have been taking a walk."
"My son Pliny tells me," said Mr. Tarbox, "that you have not inherited your mother"s property."
Frank bowed.
"And that it has gone to your stepfather."
"It seems so."
"I am amazed."
"So was I, sir."
"Your mother has practically disinherited you?"
"It was not my mother, sir," said Frank, hastily. "I can"t explain it, but I"m sure she would not will away everything from me."
"Do you suspect your stepfather of anything irregular?" asked Mr.
Tarbox, briskly.
"I would rather not answer your question, sir. I don"t care to make any charges which I cannot prove."
"And so Mr. Manning has sent you out into the world to earn your own living, has he?"