AN OVERBEARING CONDUCTOR
No matter how honest a boy may be, a sudden charge of theft is likely to
make him look confused and guilty.
Such was the case with Phil.
“I assure you,” he said earnestly, “that I did not steal this ring.”
“Where did you get it, then?” demanded the conductor roughly.
He was one of those men who, in any position, will make themselves
disagreeable. Moreover, he was a man who always thought ill of others,
when there was any chance of doing so. In fact, he preferred to credit
his fellows with bad qualities rather than with good.
“It was handed me by a young man who just left the car,” said Phil.
“That's a likely story,” sneered the conductor.
“Young men are not in the habit of giving valuable rings to strangers.”
“He did not give it to me, I advanced him five dollars on it.”
“What was the young man's name?” asked the conductor incredulously.
“There's his name and address,” answered Phil, drawing from his pocket
the paper handed him by Mr. Lake.
“Lionel Lake, 237 Broadway,” repeated the conductor. “If there is any
such person, which I very much doubt, you are probably a confederate of
his.”
“You have no right to say this,” returned Phil indignantly.
“I haven't, haven't I?” snapped the conductor.
“Do you know what I am going to do with you?”
“If you wish me to return the ring to this young lady, I will do so, if
she is positive it is hers.”
“Yes, you must do that, but it won't get you out of trouble. I shall
hand you over to a policeman as soon as we reach New York.”
Phil was certainly dismayed, for he felt that it might be difficult for
him to prove that he came honestly in possession of the ring.
“The fact is,” added the conductor, “your story is too thin.”
“Conductor,” said a new voice, “you are doing the boy an injustice.”
The speaker was an old man with gray hair, but of form still robust,
though he was at least sixty five. He sat in the seat just behind Phil.
“Thank you, sir,” said Phil gratefully.
“I understand my business,” said the conductor impertinently, “and don't
need any instructions from you.”
“Young man,” said the old gentleman, in a very dignified tone, “I have
usually found officials of your class polite and gentlemanly, but you
are an exception.”
“Who are you?” asked the conductor rudely. “What right have you to put
in your oar?”
“As to who I am, I will answer you by and by. In reference to the boy,
I have to say that his story is correct. I heard the whole conversation
between him and the young man from whom he received the ring, and I can
testify that he has told the truth.”
“At any rate he has received stolen property.”
“Not knowing it to be stolen. The young man was an entire stranger to
him, and though I suspected that he was an unscrupulous adventurer, the
boy has not had experience enough to judge men.”
“Very well. If he's innocent he can prove it when he's brought to
trial,” said the conductor. “As for you, sir, it's none of your
business.”
“Young man, you asked me a short time since who I am. Do you want to
know?”
“I am not very particular.”
“Then, sir, I have to inform you that I am Richard Grant, the president
of this road.”
The conductor's face was a curious and interesting study when he heard
this announcement. He knew that the old man whom he had insulted had
a right to discharge him from his position, and bully as he had shown
himself, he was now inclined to humble himself to save his place.
“I beg your pardon, sir,” he said in a composed tone. “If I had known
who you were I wouldn't have spoken as I did.”
“I had a claim to be treated like a gentleman, even if I had no
connection with the road,” he said.
“If you say the boy's all right, I won't interfere with him,” continued
the conductor.
“My testimony would clear him from any charge that might be brought
against him,” said the president. “I saw him enter the car, and know he
has had no opportunity to take the ring.”
“If he'll give me back the ring, that's all I want,” said the young
lady.
“That I am willing to do, though I lose five dollars by it,” said
Philip.
“Do so, my boy,” said the president. “I take it for granted that the
young lady's claim is a just one.”
Upon this Philip drew the ring from his finger and handed it to the
young lady, who went back to the car where her friends were sitting.
“I hope, sir,” said the conductor anxiously, “that you won't be
prejudiced against me on account of this affair.”
“I am sorry to say that I can't help feeling prejudiced against you,”
returned the president dryly; “but I won't allow this feeling to injure
you if, upon inquiring, I find that you are otherwise an efficient
officer.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“I am glad that my presence has saved this boy from being the victim of
an injustice. Let this be a lesson to you in future.”
The conductor walked away, looking quite chop-fallen, and Philip turned
to his new friend.
“I am very much indebted to you, sir,” he said. “But for you I should
have found myself in serious trouble.”
“I am glad to have prevented an injustice, my lad. I am sorry I could
not save you from loss also. That enterprising rogue has gone off with
five dollars belonging to you. I hope the loss will not be a serious one
to you.”
“It was more than a third part of my capital, sir,” said Phil, rather
ruefully.
“I am sorry for that. I suppose, however, you are not dependent upon
your own resources?”
“Yes, sir, I am.”
“Have you no parents, then?” asked Mr. Grant, with interest.
“No, sir; that is, I have a step-mother.”
“And what are your plans, if you are willing to tell me?”
“I am going to New York to try to make a living.”
“I cannot commend your plan, my young friend, unless there is a good
reason for it.”
“I think there is a good reason for it, sir.”
“I hope you have not run away from home?”
“No, sir; I left home with my step-mother's knowledge and consent.”
“That is well. I don't want wholly to discourage you, and so I will tell
you that I, too, came to New York at your age with the same object in
view, with less money in my pocket than you possess.”
“And now you are the president of a railroad!” said Phil hopefully.
“Yes; but I had a hard struggle before I reached that position.”
“I am not afraid of hard work, sir.”
“That is in your favor. Perhaps you may be as lucky as I have been. You
may call at my office in the city, if you feel inclined.”
As Mr. Grant spoke he put in Phil's hand a card bearing his name and
address, in Wall Street.
“Thank you, sir,” said Phil gratefully. “I shall be glad to call. I may
need advice.”
“If you seek advice and follow it you will be an exception to the
general rule,” said the president, smiling. “One thing more--you have
met with a loss which, to you, is a serious one. Allow me to bear it,
and accept this bill.”
“But, sir, it is not right that you should bear it,” commenced Phil.
Then, looking at the bill, he said: “Haven't you made a mistake? This is
a TEN-dollar bill.”
“I know it. Accept the other five as an evidence of my interest in you.
By the way, I go to Philadelphia and Washington before my return to New
York, and shall not return for three or four days. After that time you
will find me at my office.
“I am in luck after all,” thought Phil cheerfully, “in spite of the mean
trick of Mr. Lionel Lake.”