ROLAND'S DISCOMFITURE.
On the way to school Oliver overtook Frank Dudley.
"Well, Oliver, how's the weather at home?" asked Frank. "Cloudy, eh?"
"No; it's all clear and serene."
Frank looked astonished.
"Didn't Mr. Kenyon blow you up, then?" he asked.
"Not a bit of it. He gave me a five-dollar bill without my asking for
it."
"What's come over him?" asked Frank in amazement. "His mind isn't
getting affected, is it?"
Oliver laughed.
"Not that I know of," he said. "I don't wonder you ask. I never saw
such a change come over a man since yesterday. Then he wanted Roland to
flog me. Now he is like an indulgent parent."
"It's queer, decidedly. I hope, for your sake, it'll hold out."
"So do I. Roland doesn't seem to fancy it, though. He tried hard to
revive the quarrel of yesterday, but without success."
"He's an amiable cub, that Roland."
"Do you speak thus of your future brother-in-law?"
"Carrie would sooner be an old maid a dozen times over than give any
encouragement to such a fellow."
All of which was pleasant for Oliver to hear.
Mr. Kenyon was not through with his surprises.
Two weeks before, Roland had a new suit of clothes. Oliver's envy
had been a little excited, because he needed new clothes more than
his step-brother, but he was too proud to give expression to his
dissatisfaction or to ask for a similar favor. On the way home from
school, in company with Frank Dudley, Oliver met Mr. Kenyon.
"Are you just coming home from school, Oliver?" asked his step-father
pleasantly.
"Yes, sir."
"I have told Mr. Crimp, the tailor, to measure you for a new suit of
clothes. You may as well call in now and be measured."
"Thank you, sir," said Oliver, in a tone of satisfaction.
What boy ever was indifferent to new clothes?
"Have you selected the cloth, sir?" he asked.
"No; you may make the selection yourself. You need not regard the
price. It is best to get a good article."
Mr. Kenyon waved his hand, and smiling pleasantly, walked away.
"Look here, Oliver," said Frank, "I begin to think you have
misrepresented Mr. Kenyon to me. Such a man as that tyrannical! Why, he
looks as if butter wouldn't melt in his mouth."
"I don't know what to make of it myself, Frank. I never saw such a
change in a man, If he'll keep on treating me like this I shall really
begin to like him. Will you come to the tailor's with me?"
"Willingly. It'll be the next thing to ordering a suit for myself."
The tailor's shop was near by, and the boys entered, with their
school-books in their hands.
Oliver, with his friend's approval, selected a piece of expensive
cloth, and was measured for a suit. As they left the shop they fell in
with Roland, who, cane in hand, was walking leisurely down the main
street, cherishing the complacent delusion that he was the object of
general admiration.
"Hallo, Frank!" he said, by way of greeting. To Oliver he did not
vouchsafe a word.
Frank Dudley nodded.
"Are you out for a walk?" he added.
"Yes."
"Have you been into Crimp's?"
"Yes."
"Been ordering new clothes?" enquired Roland, with interest, for he was
rather a dandy, and was as much interested in clothes as a lady.
"I haven't. Oliver has."
Roland arched his brows in displeasure.
"Have you ordered a suit of clothes?" he enquired.
"I have," answered Oliver coldly.
"Who authorized you to do it?"
"It is none of your business," said Oliver, justly provoked at the
other's impertinence.
"It is my father's business," said Roland. "I suppose you expect to pay
for them."
"The bill won't be sent to you, at any rate. You may be assured of
that. Come on, Frank."
The two boys walked off, leaving Roland in front of the tailor's shop.
"I'll go in and see what he's ordered," thought he. "If it's without
authority I'll tell my father, and he'll soon put a spoke in his wheel."
"Good-evening, Crimp," said he consequentially.
Considering the tailor quite beneath him he dispensed with any title.
"Good-evening," returned the tailor.
"Oliver has ordered a suit here, hasn't he?"
"Yes; he just ordered it."
"Will you show me the cloth he selected?"
"If you wish."
Mr. Crimp displayed the cloth. Roland was enough of a judge to see that
it was high priced.
"It's nice cloth. Is it expensive?"
"It's the best I have in stock."
Roland frowned.
"Is it any better than the suit you made me a short time since?"
"It is a little dearer."
"Why didn't you show me this, then? I wanted the best."
"Because it has come in since."
"Look here, Crimp," said Roland, "you'd better wait till you hear from
my father before you begin on this suit."
"Why should I?"
"I don't believe he will allow Oliver to have such a high-priced suit."
Mr. Crimp had had orders from Mr. Kenyon that very afternoon to follow
Oliver's directions implicitly, but he did not choose to say this to
Roland. The truth was, he was provoked at the liberty the ill-bred
boy took in addressing him without a title, and he didn't see fit to
enlighten him on this point.
"You must excuse me," he said. "Oliver has ordered the suit, and I
shall not take such a liberty with him as to question his order."
"I rather think my father will have something to say about that," said
Roland. "I presume you expect him to pay your bill."
"The bill will be paid; I am not afraid of that. Why shouldn't it be?"
"You may have to depend on Oliver to pay it himself."
"Well, he has money enough, or ought to have," said the tailor
significantly. "His mother left a large property."
Roland did not like the turn the conversation was taking, and stalked
out of the shop.
"Crimp is getting impudent," he said to himself. "If there was another
good tailor in the village I would patronize him."
However, Roland had one other resource, and this consoled him.
"I'll tell my father, and we'll see if he don't put a stop to it," he
thought. "Oliver will find he can't do just as he likes. I wish Crimp
would make the suit, and then father refuse to pay for it. It would
teach him a lesson."
Roland selected the supper-table for the revelation of what he supposed
to be Oliver's unauthorized conduct.
"I met Oliver coming out of Crimp's this afternoon," he commenced.
Oliver did not appear alarmed at this opening. He continued to eat his
toast in silence.
As no one said anything, Roland continued:
"He had just been ordering a new suit of clothes."
"Did you find any cloth to suit you, Oliver?" asked Mr. Kenyon.
"Yes, sir, I found a very nice piece."
"I should think it was nice. It was the dearest in Crimp's stock!" said
Roland.
"How do you know?" asked Oliver quickly.
"Crimp told me so."
"Then you went in and enquired," said Oliver, his lip curling.
"Yes, I did."
"I am glad you selected a good article, Oliver," said Mr. Kenyon
quietly. "It will wear longer."
Roland stared at his father in open-mouthed amazement. He so fully
anticipated getting Oliver into hot water that his father quite
disconcerted him.
"His suit is going to be better than mine," he grumbled, in a tone of
vexation.
"That is your own fault. Why didn't you select the same cloth?" asked
his father.
"It is some new cloth that has just come in."
"You can make it up next time," said Mr. Kenyon; "your suit seems to me
to be a very nice one."
This was all the satisfaction Roland got.
The next day he met Mr. Crimp in the street.
"Well, does your father object to Oliver's order?" he asked with a
smile.
Roland was too provoked to notice what he regarded as an impertinent
question.