SETH TARBOX MAKES A DISCOVERY.
Two pairs of eyes were fixed upon Grant in wonderment—those of his
mother and Mr. Tarbox.
“Are you crazy, Grant Colburn?” asked Mr. Tarbox.
“Not that I know of, Mr. Tarbox.”
“Do you mean to say you have got twenty dollars to pay for your suit?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Show it to me.”
“I haven’t got the money with me.”
“Where is it, then?”
“I decline to tell.”
“Do you know, Grant, that I, as your step-father, and natural guardian,
have a right to make you tell?”
“No, I don’t. At any rate, I shan’t tell.”
“You’re getting dreadful contrary lately, Grant. Mrs. T., I think we are
going to have trouble with that boy. Of course Mr. Shick won’t be paid,
and he’ll send in his bill to you or me likely. He can’t make us pay,
for he has trusted a minor without consultin’ his parents or guardians.
I wash my hands of the matter.”
So saying, Mr. Tarbox left the room.
“Grant,” said his mother, “I can’t help feeling anxious. It does seem a
crazy idea for you to order a twenty-dollar suit.”
“Why should it, mother?”
“When you have no money to pay for it.”
“Mother, did you ever know me to tell a lie?”
“No, Grant.”
“Then, when I tell you that I’ve got money enough to pay for this suit,
and more, too, you can believe me.”
“Was it got honestly, Grant?”
“Of course it was.”
“And the money is really and truly yours?”
“It is.”
“Are you willing to tell me where you got it?”
“Not just yet, mother. I will before long.”
“Well, Grant, I will trust your word,” said Mrs. Tarbox, relieved, “and
I am really glad of your good fortune.”
“You won’t worry any more, then, mother?”
“No, Grant.”
“I am glad you haven’t lost confidence in me.”
Grant took an opportunity, after supper, to go to Luke Weldon’s, and
draw twenty-five dollars. On his way back he called at the tailor’s, and
paid Mr. Shick for his suit in advance. The remaining five dollars, in
silver, he kept in his pocket.
“It is so long since I carried any money,” he said to himself, “that I
want to know how it seems.”
Meanwhile Jotham Perry, a neighbor, called at the farm-house on an
errand.
“That’s a pretty bad thing, the breaking down of the railroad bridge,
isn’t it?”
“I haven’t heard of it,” said Seth Tarbox, pricking up his ears.
“Sho! I thought everybody knew it.”
“How did it happen?”
“I don’t know, except it gave way from old age. It’s long been shaky.”
“When was it found out?”
“This afternoon, just before the accommodation train came along. I tell
you it was a narraw escape for the train. They stopped just a few rods
before they got to the bridge.”
“What made them stop? How did the engineer come to suspect?”
“It seems a boy came along that way, and saw the condition of the
bridge, and signalled the train.”
“A boy?”
“Yes. He had a pitchfork, and stuck his hat and a handkerchief on the
tines, and so attracted the engineer’s attention.”
Mr. Tarbox opened his eyes wide, and a sudden revelation came to him.
“Why, it must have been Grant,” he said.
“Didn’t he tell you anything about it?”
“No.”
“I heerd the passengers took up a collection for the boy, whoever he
was. He must have got as much as twenty-five dollars.”
“That’s where Grant’s money came from,” exclaimed Seth Tarbox, slapping
his leg vigorously. “He’s gone and ordered a twenty-dollar suit, and
been hintin’ mysteriously that he’d got money enough to pay for it.”
“Yes, I suppose that explains it. Well, the boy needs a new suit and
he’s earned it easy.”
“But it’s such a foolish way of spendin’ his money. My grandson Rodney
offered him a suit of his for nothin’, and he might have given me the
money to keep for him.”
“Yes, he might,” said Jotham with a queer smile, “but I think if I’d
been in Grant’s place I’d have done the same thing he did.”
Mr. Perry went away directly afterward, and Seth Tarbox sought his wife.
“Where is Grant, Mrs. T.?”
“He went out to walk after his chores were done, but he didn’t say where
he was going.”
“I’ve found out where he got his money,” said Seth, nodding his head.
“Where, then? He didn’t do anything wrong, I am sure.”
“Well, no, not in gettin’ the money, but he’d ought to have consulted me
before bein’ so extravagant.”
“Where did he get the money?”
“He found out the bridge was broken, and signalled the train and saved
it from being wrecked.”
Mrs. Tarbox’s eyes sparkled with maternal pride.
“It was a noble act,” she said.
“The passengers took up a contribution, and Jotham Perry thinks Grant
got about twenty-five dollars.”
“He deserved it.”
“Well, I’m glad he got it, but he had no right to spend it himself.
Ther’s one thing that don’t occur to you, Mrs. T. What he did was done
in time, and he lost at least an hour by the delay it cost. You know
yourself how late he came home.”
“What is that, Mr. Tarbox, to the lives of the passengers and the safety
of the train?”
“You don’t understand me, Mrs. T. Under the circumstances I think I
ought to have half the money he received.”
“Mr. Tarbox!” exclaimed his wife in profound disgust.
“That’s so, and of course if I had it he wouldn’t have no twenty dollars
to throw away on a suit of clothes.”
“You forget, Mr. Tarbox, that it has saved you the money you would have
to pay for a new suit for him.”
“It has saved me nothing. I wouldn’t have bought him a new suit. My
grandson, Rodney, was goin’ to give him one of his old suits. Now I
think of it, I’ll go down and see Mr. Shick and warn him not to make up
the suit, tellin’ him that Grant can’t pay for it with my permission.”
“That will be a mean thing to do, Seth Tarbox.”
Mrs. Tarbox always called her husband by his full name when she had
occasion to feel displeased with him.
“You and I don’t look on things in the same way, Mrs. T.,” said her
husband calmly. “I’ll go and see Mr. Shick at once.”
The tailor shop was still open for business when Mr. Tarbox entered.
“Well, Mr. Tarbox, have you come to pick out a suit for yourself?”
“No, I haven’t. Have you cut out Grant’s suit yet?”
“Yes; it is nearly finished.”
“Then I’m sorry for you. You mustn’t make it up?”
“Why not?”
“Because I shall forbid the boy to pay for it. He’s got the money, as
I’ve found out, but part of it belongs to me, and I won’t have him
spendin’ it so extravagantly.”
“I shan’t be able to oblige you, Mr. Tarbox. The suit will be made up,
as I agreed, and delivered to Grant.”
“Well, you’ll be takin’ a risk. I’ve warned you that you won’t get your
pay.”
“You are behind the times, Mr. Tarbox. You have taken your walk for
nothing. The suit is already paid for.”
“_What!_” ejaculated Mr. Tarbox.
“It is just as I said. Grant has paid me for the suit in advance. I
advise you to give me an order and do the same thing.”
Mr. Tarbox felt that he had been outwitted. He persuaded himself that
Grant had treated him meanly. Of course there was no resource. He was
too wise to ask Mr. Shick to refund the money, for he knew he would not
do it. He found nothing to say, and shuffled out, looking down in the
mouth.
“There goes the meanest man in town!” soliloquized the tailor, as his
visitor walked slowly down the road. “Grant must have a pretty
uncomfortable time at home. I am glad that in this case the boy has got
the better of his step-father.”
“He’s got five dollars left,” reflected Mr. Tarbox. “I’d ought to have
that, for it was in my time that he earned the money. I’ll go upstairs
and get it to-night when Grant is asleep.”
Grant went to bed about nine o’clock, for he was tired out, and he was
soon asleep.
Usually he did not wake up at all till morning, but it so happened that
this night he waked up about eleven, and saw Mr. Tarbox rummaging in the
pocket of his pantaloons.
He hardly knew whether to feel amused or indignant.
“What are you doing here, Mr. Tarbox?” he demanded in a voice which he
made purposely loud.