ROBERT AND THE OLD LUMBERMAN.
It must be confessed that Robert was in no humor to hunt up Herman
Wenrich.
"Even if I find him, what good will it do, if I can't offer him the
money for the map?" was his mental comment.
Nevertheless, there seemed to be nothing else to do, and so, after a
lunch, he started again for No. 238 Grandon Street.
He was careful where he went this time, and found the thoroughfare
without further difficulty. It was fully eight blocks from the tenement
where he had been robbed.
The number he was searching for was a block away, and as he walked
toward it two men passed him whom he instantly recognized. The men were
Jean Le Fevre and Oscar Hammerditch.
"Well, I declare!" muttered the boy. "Can it be possible that they have
been calling upon Herman Wenrich?"
It certainly would seem so, yet Robert had no way of proving it. Both
the Canadian and the Englishman were walking rapidly, and soon they
passed out of sight around the corner.
Robert found No. 238 Grandon Street a modest dwelling set in the rear
of a tiny garden of flowers. As he entered the garden a girl came out
on the front porch and gazed up and down the street anxiously. She
was probably fifteen years of age, and was pale and thin, as if just
getting over a long sickness, which was the case.
"Does Mr. Herman Wenrich live here?" asked Robert politely, as he
tipped his hat.
"Yes, sir," answered the girl.
"Is he in?"
"He is, but he is not very well."
As she spoke the girl eyed Robert sharply, wondering what he wanted.
"He doesn't look like one of these traveling agents," she thought. She
had been bothered with agents a great deal lately.
"I am sorry to hear Mr. Wenrich is not well," said Robert. "I wished to
see him on a little business."
"May I ask your name?"
"My name is Robert Frost. But he doesn't know me. You might tell him
that I came here at the request of Richard Marden, who is a nephew of
Felix Amberton, of Timberville, Michigan. I wish to see him about a
lumber tract up there."
"Why, that is what those two men came about!" cried the girl.
"You mean the two men I just met on the street?"
"I presume they are the same. The men left but a minute before you
came."
"Can you tell me if they came for a map?"
"Why, yes, they----" The girl stopped short. "I do not know as I have
any right to talk of these things, Mr. Frost. My father might not like
it."
"So Mr. Wenrich is your father."
"Yes. My name is Nettie Wenrich."
Robert bowed. "I certainly would not wish to make any trouble for you,"
he said, with a smile. "But I would like to see your father."
Nettie Wenrich hesitated for a moment. "He looks like a nice boy," she
thought. "I like him better than I did those men."
"Come into the parlor and I will tell father you are here," said she.
Robert found the parlor small but cozy. There were several covered
chairs, some pictures and books, and in one corner stood a small organ.
The youth sat down near a window and waited.
The girl was gone fully five minutes. When she returned her face bore a
puzzled look.
"Father does not know what to make of this," she said. "You say you
came because Mr. Amberton sent you?"
"Mr. Marden sent me. He is Mr. Amberton's nephew and has taken full
charge, now that Mr. Amberton is sick."
"Father says Mr. Hammerditch, one of the men who just called, said Mr.
Amberton sent him for the map."
"What!" cried Robert, leaping to his feet. "That cannot be possible."
"Why?"
"Because those men are enemies of Mr. Amberton. They wish to get some
of his lumber lands away from him."
The girl studied Robert's honest face for a moment.
"I believe you. But it is a queer mix-up," was her comment.
"Perhaps I can explain some things, Miss Wenrich. But I would like to
talk with your father first."
"Very well. But my father is quite sick, and I would not like to have
you excite him."
"I will be careful. But I hope he didn't let them have the map."
"No, he is holding that. They made a proposition to him and he said he
would think it over."
Nettie Wenrich led the way to the second story of the cottage, and to
the front bedchamber. Here, on a snowy couch lay Herman Wenrich, feeble
with age and a malady that had attacked his digestive organs.
"I do not wish to disturb you, Mr. Wenrich," said Robert, after
introducing himself and shaking hands. "But I think it very strange
that I should come here right after those two men I met outside."
"It is strange, lad," responded Herman Wenrich feebly. "I cannot
understand it."
"I think I can safely say that Mr. Amberton never sent them and that he
knows nothing of their coming," continued our hero.
"That makes the whole thing even more strange."
"They wish to get a certain map from you--a map of some lumber lands in
upper Michigan."
"Yes, yes, there is but one map," cried Herman Wenrich. "I have kept it
safely for years."
"Papa, please do not excite yourself," pleaded Nettie Wenrich, coming
to the bedside.
"I am not excited, my child."
"I do not know a great deal about the matter," continued Robert.
"But I do know that those two men, Le Fevre and Hammerditch, are Mr.
Amberton's enemies and not his friends."
"Can you prove that?"
For the instant the youth was nonplussed. Then he thought of Dick
Marden's letter.
"Here is a letter I got from Timberville," he said. "You can read that."
"My eyesight is poor. Nettie, read the letter."
At once the daughter complied. Herman Wenrich listened attentively.
"Ah, yes, I remember this Marden now," he said slowly. "He was the son
of Amberton's youngest sister. Where does he come from?"
"He belongs in California and is a rich miner. But he was brought up
down east--in Vermont, if I remember rightly."
"Exactly--he is Grace Amberton's boy. A good fellow, too--if he takes
after his mother. So Amberton is sick and has put Dick Marden in
charge. Then what those two men told me is a--a string of falsehoods."
"You can see what I am authorized to offer you for the map," said
Robert. "I started for here with the money in my pocket----"
"Stop, Mr. Frost. You do not understand old Herman Wenrich. I am not
thinking to sell the map."
"But you are willing to see justice done to Mr. Amberton, are you not?"
"Yes, yes--full justice--for he deserves it. He could have had the map
before, but it affected some land of mine--which I have since sold."
"Then you will let him have the map!" exclaimed Robert, much delighted.
"I will pay----"
"Not a cent, my lad, not a cent. He can have it and welcome.
But--but----"
"But what, sir?"
"I must be dead sure, as they say, of what I am doing. You look honest
enough, but so did those men."
"Those men didn't look very honest to me," came from Nettie Wenrich,
who had taken a strong liking to Robert, and it must be admitted that
the feeling was reciprocated. "I could not bear that Englishman."
"I cannot blame you for being suspicious," said Robert gravely. "I wish
I had been so this morning. I might have saved my watch and some of
my money." He did not feel called upon to state that he had lost the
amount which was to be paid over to Herman Wenrich for the map.
Of course he had to tell his story--or, at least, a part of it. Nettie
Wenrich was quite affected.
"It was too bad!" she cried. "I hope you get your watch and money back
and succeed in sending those bad men to prison."
"I will tell you what I will do," said Herman Wenrich, after several
minutes of silent thinking. "Let Felix Amberton send me a written order
to deliver the map to you and I will do so."
"That is fair," said Robert. "No honest person could ask more at your
hands. But what of those two men? They are to call again, I believe."
"I will put them off, for, say three days. You ought to be able to get
your order by that time."
"Perhaps I can get it sooner, but I wish you would make it four days.
There may be some delay, especially if Mr. Amberton is very ill."
"Very well, we will make it four days then," said Herman Wenrich, and
thanking him for his kindness Robert withdrew and followed Nettie
Wenrich downstairs.
"Do your father and you live here alone?" he asked.
"Yes."
"I hope he gets well soon," said the youth gravely, and his voice was
full of a sympathy which went straight to the girl's heart.
"I am afraid he will never get well," answered Nettie, and the tears
sprang into her eyes.
He took her hand and shook it warmly. "You must hope for the best," he
said. And then, as she looked straight into his clear, honest eyes, he
added, "If I can ever be of service to you don't hesitate to call upon
me."
And a minute later he was gone.