Uncle looked uneasy for a moment, and then said: "Of course I can accommodate you," and he pulled out a roll of bills and laid aside $200, which left him with only thirty dollars.
Mr. Blair had the check made out and was just extending it to Uncle when Johnny came up, a curious spectator of the scene before him. A second glance at the gentleman talking to his grandfather and he began to jump up and down and whirl around yelling at the top of his voice: "Perlice!
fire! murder! robbers! pickpockets! confidence men! thieves! thugs!
highwaymen! bandits! outlaws! catch "em! hang "em! crucify "em! here, here, everybody! surround "em! close in on "em! let no guilty man escape!"
The two confidence men were for once too astonished to act quickly, but one recovered himself soon enough to make a s.n.a.t.c.h for the roll of bills in Uncle"s hand. Two or three corners of bills were torn away, but Uncle held the money. In an instant a dozen men were crowding around, and among them two or three officers.
"Catch that old thief!" yelled Blair, "he"s got my money." "Catch him!"
cried Wilson, appearing to try to get at him, "he"s got our money."
Uncle was standing in blank stupefaction holding the bills in his hands and staring at the gathering crowd.
An officer caught him by the arm and said: "Old man, where did you get that money?"
Uncle found his tongue at last, and said: "Mister, I got that from Bill Shaw for some of the finest Jerseys you ever seed."
"Here, officer, are our cards and the charge. We"ll appear in the morning at the station."
Johnny had been overwhelmed by the crowd, but by this time he had edged his way in, and when he saw his grandfather in the tolls of the law he yelled shrill enough to startle the whole crowd.
"Grandfather"s done nothing, let him alone. Here"s the thieving hypocrits." But the two young men had disappeared among the people, and Uncle was being taken away in such a crowd that John could get no view whatever of the situation, so he ran howling and sputtering round and round the fast increasing crowd like a child gone insane. Presently the uselessness of his action made him think of Mother and f.a.n.n.y. At once he darted off to the spot where he had seen them last, and in his wildness to find them ran past them two or three times, till f.a.n.n.y saw him and in amazement cried, "Johnny! John! What on earth is the matter with you, Johnny?"
Johnny darted over to them and yelled out: "He"s tuk up! The cops has got him! grandfather"s tuck up, and he"s done nothing, and them b.l.o.o.d.y bandits got away again. Oh! Oh! Oh!" and Johnny danced around, incapable of telling f.a.n.n.y or his grandma anything further.
But they learned enough to know that for some reason Uncle had been arrested and was no doubt now in the guard house. Aunt was overwhelmed with consternation, but f.a.n.n.y ran over to a guard standing near by and inquired: "If anyone is arrested on the grounds where do they take them?"
"Over there to the guard house, Miss. There they go with some old chap now."
[Ill.u.s.tration: "HE"S TUCK UP, HE"S TUCK UP! THE COPS GOT HIM!"]
f.a.n.n.y looked and could scarcely repress a scream as she saw Uncle seated in the patrol wagon between two policemen. She ran back to Aunt and Johnny and told him to run as fast as he could to see where the wagon went, and they would follow in the same direction. Johnny was off like a shot as he saw the wagon rapidly disappearing over the way.
Out of breath they were coming up to the station door when they met Johnny, hat off, and almost speechless with excitement.
"They"ve took Grandpa"s money and everything, and locked him up. They asked him if he had any friends, and he said he had no friends here but us. n.o.body listens to me, come quick," and he started them off on a run for the station. Arriving there, the officers in charge told them he could do nothing for them unless they could find some responsible persons to secure his appearance for the preliminary hearing of the next day. They were taken around where Uncle was, and a more woe-begone appearing farmer never was seen.
"Ah, children, this is Chicago!"
"Grandpa, I"m going to find Mr. Warner. I believe he is a good man, and will help us, as he told you he would. Johnny and I will start at once to find him. I don"t know what else to do."
"But, child," said Aunt, "it"s already five o"clock, and the people will all be gone home from the store."
"No difference, Grandma; you stay right here, for we"re going."
She took the card from Uncle that Mr. Warner had given him and left the building with Johnny walking resolutely by her side.
_CHAPTER XIX_
THE LOST FOUND
They took a car, and in half an hour were at the doors of the Clarendon Company. It was past business hours and the doors were locked. f.a.n.n.y was greatly distressed as to what she should do; but there was no time to lose. Some young men were standing near eyeing her with the usual sensual greediness of their kind. Her mission was too urgent for her to notice their insinuating remarks.
"Can any of you tell me where or how I may find the gentleman named on this card?"
Her demeanor, so unaffected and true, brought all their latent manhood out, and each one was anxious for the honor of helping her.
Some one standing in the rear made an unbecoming remark, and instantly the eyes of those about her turned on him so meaningly that he slunk away. One of them took her into a restaurant near by and made known to the proprietor what she wanted. He said Mr. Warner lived with the head of the firm, a Mr. Sterling. The street and number of the residence was given to a cabman, and soon they were driving rapidly away.
Mr. Sterling was sitting alone in his library reading the evening papers, when he heard a determined ring at the door. His door was open into the hall, and he went himself at once to answer the call.
It was growing quite dark, and he could distinguish only that there were two young people standing before him.
"Is this where Mr. Sterling lives?" said one, in a very pleasing tone of voice.
"It is."
[Ill.u.s.tration: "HE HEARD A DETERMINED RING AT THE DOOR."]
"We are very sorry to disturb you, but we are in some trouble, and a gentleman by the name of Warner told us if, for any reason, we needed any a.s.sistance while in the city, to call on him. We went to the store, but it was closed, and then we were directed to come to you in the hope that through you we could find Mr. Warner."
John and f.a.n.n.y saw a kindly appearing business man before them, and they spoke with the utmost confidence in his good-will.
"So, so! that is good. I have heard him speak several times recently of a young lady he met on the train, and somewhere else once or twice since. Are you the young lady I have been teasing him about? Now, that is good. Of course you can see him. He lives with me and is up-stairs now. May I ask what is the nature of your trouble?"
Johnny could hold his tongue no longer.
"Why, sir, they"ve tuck Grandpa up and got him in jail "cause I stopped some crooks a gettin" his money."
"I don"t see, my boy, just how that could be," and the gentleman seemed somewhat suspicious of their grandfather.
"I don"t, nuther," blurted Johnny.
"Come in. I will send for Mr. Warner and see what he can do for you."
They followed him into the room, and he motioned them to take seats.
Then he went out and sent some one up-stairs for Mr. Warner.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "f.a.n.n.y, my little girl--my lost children!"]
The room was richly furnished, but had an air of negligence about it that betokened the want of an interested woman"s taste and care. They could hear voices now and then coming from some distant part of the house, but they sounded more like the hilarious gaiety of servants than of persons having such a cultured place for a home. From the tapestries on the walls to the piano and the great case full of books, everything was arranged for the convenience of the one rather than for the taste of the many. It was the most pleasing home, where money was lavishly spent, that she had ever been in, and perhaps she is not to be blamed that for a moment she was carried away by her surroundings, and the longing came over her to be so happily situated as this. Seeing a life-size painting of a woman placed on a high frame near a desk, she went over to look at it. There was something so lifelike and natural, and even familiar, about the picture that she still further forgot how she came to be there. She did not hear Mr. Sterling as he re-entered the room, but he came up to her, and as she stepped aside the light fell full upon her face almost on a level with the picture in the frame. A startled expression came over the face of Mr. Sterling, which deepened into an amazement. His face grew white, and he looked at her and then at the picture, and then from the picture to her.
The light of some quick intuition spread over her face, and she thrust her hand into her cape pocket and drew out a small gold locket, which she opened and looked at intently, and then from the face of the man to the face of the woman. Mr. Sterling saw the locket.
"What are you looking at, child?" he almost shrieked.