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He may go to the store to see him.''

``That is true. I should not like that. How shall
we prevent it, that's the question.''

``If Gilbert & Mack knew that he was not honest
they would discharge him.''

``Exactly,'' said John Wade; ``and as probably he
would be unable to get another situation, he would

be compelled to leave the city, and we should get rid
of him. I commend your shrewdness, Mrs. Bradley.

Your plan is most excellent.''
John Wade had more reasons than the housekeeper

knew of for desiring the removal of our young hero
from the city--reasons which the reader has probably

guessed. There was a dark secret in his life
connected with a wrong done in years past, from which

he hoped some day to reap personal benefit. Unconsciously
Frank Fowler stood in his way, and must

be removed. Such was his determination.
``I am going out this morning,'' said the

housekeeper. ``I will make it in my way to call at Gilbert
& Mack's. My nephew is a salesman there, as I

have told you. I will drop a word in his ear, and
that will be enough to settle that boy's hash.''

``Your language is professional, Mrs. Bradley,''
said John Wade, laughing, ``but you shouldn't allude

to hash in an aristocratic household. I shall be glad
to have you carry out your plan.''

``I hope you'll speak to your uncle about my
nephew, Mr. John. He gets very poor pay where

he is.''
``I won't forget him,'' said John, carelessly.

In his heart he thought Thomas Bradley a very
low, obtrusive fellow, whom he felt by no means

inclined to assist, but it was cheap to make promises.
The reader understands now why Mrs. Bradley

made a morning call at Gilbert & Mack's store.
She knew at what part of the counter her nephew

was stationed, and made her way thither at once.
He did not at first recognize her, until she said:

``Good-morning, Thomas.''
``Good-morning, aunt. What brings you here this

morning? Any good news for me? Has the old
gentleman come around and concluded to do something handsome?''

``Mr. Wharton is not in the city. He has gone to
Washington. But that isn't what I came about this

morning. You remember that boy who has been
reading to Mr. Wharton?''

``One of our cash-boys. Yes; there he is, just
gone by.''

``Well, he has stolen Mr. John's pocketbook and
some jewelry belonging to him.''

``What have you done about it? What does Mr.
Wharton say?''

``He's away from home. He doesn't know yet. Mr.
John gave him a lecture, and ordered him to leave

the house.''
``Does he admit that he took the things?''

``No; he denied it as bold as brass, but it didn't
do him any good. There were the things in his

trunk. He couldn't get over that.''
Thomas fastened a shrewd glance on his aunt's

face, for he suspected the truth.
``So you've got rid of him?'' he said. ``What do

you propose to do next?''
``Mr. John thinks your employer ought to know

that he is a thief.''
``Are you going to tell them?''

``I want you to do it.''
``You must tell them yourself, aunt. I shan't.''

``Then introduce me to Mr. Gilbert, Thomas, and
I'll do it.''

``Follow me, aunt.''
He led his aunt to the rear of the store, where

Mr. Gilbert was standing.
``Mr. Gilbert,'' he said, ``allow me to introduce my

aunt, Mrs. Bradley.''
The housekeeper was courteously received, and

invited to be seated. She soon opened her business,
and blackened poor Frank's character as she had intended.

``Really, Mrs. Bradley, I am sorry to hear this,''
said Mr. Gilbert. ``You think there is no doubt of

the boy's guilt?''
``I am sorry to say that I have no doubt at all,''

said the housekeeper, hypocritically.
``Mr. Mack and myself have had a very good opinion

of him. He is faithful and prompt.''
``Of course, sir, you will retain him in your

employ if you are willing to take the risk, but I thought
it my duty to put you on your guard.''

``I am obliged to you, Mrs. Bradley; though, as
I said, I regret to find that my confidence in the boy

has been misplaced.''
Late in the afternoon, Frank was called to the

cashier's desk.
``I am directed by Mr. Gilbert to say that your

services will not be required after to-day,'' he said.
``Here are the week's wages.''

``Why am I discharged? What have I done?''
demanded Frank, while his heart sank within him.

``I don't know. You must ask Mr. Gilbert,''
answered the cashier.

``I will speak to him, at any rate,'' and Frank
walked up to the seniorpartner, and addressed to

him the same question.
``Can you not guess?'' asked Mr. Gilbert, sternly.

``I can guess that a false accusation has been
brought against me,'' said Frank.

``A respectable lady has informed me that you
are not honest. I regret it, for I have been pleased

with your diligence. Of course, I cannot retain you
in my employ.''

``Mr. Gilbert,'' said Frank, earnestly, ``the charge
is false. Mrs. Bradley is my enemy, and wishes me

harm. I don't understand how the things came into
my trunk, but I didn't put them there.''

``I hope you are innocent, but I must discharge
you. Business is dull now, and I had decided to part

with four of my cash-boys. I won't pass judgment
upon you, but you must go.''

Frank bowed in silence, for he saw that further
entreaty would be vain, and left the store more

dispirited than at any moment since he had been in
the city.

Ten days Frank spent in fruitless efforts to obtain
a place.

All this time his money steadily diminished. He
perceived that he would soon be penniless. Evidently,

something must be done. He formed two determinations.
The first was to write to Mr. Wharton,

who, he thought, must now have returned from
Washington, asserting his innocence and appealing

to him to see Gilbert & Mack, and re-establish him
in their confidence. The second was, since he could

not obtain a regular place, to frequent the wharves
and seek chances to carry bundles. In this way he

might earn enough, with great economy, to pay for
his board and lodging.

One morning the housekeeper entered the library
where John Wade sat reading the daily papers.

``Mr. John,'' she said, holding out a letter, ``here
is a letter from that boy. I expected he would write

to your uncle.''
John Wade deliberately opened the letter.

``Sit down, Mrs. Bradley, and I will read the letter
aloud.''

It will be only necessary to quote the concluding
sentences:

`` `I hope, Mr. Wharton, you will not be influenced
against me by what Mrs. Bradley and your nephew

say. I don't know why it is, but they are my enemies,
though I have always treated them with respect.

I am afraid they have a desire to injure me in your
estimation. If they had not been, they would have

been content with driving me from your house, without
also slandering me to my employers, and inducing

them to discharge me. Since I was discharged,
I have tried very hard to get another place, but as

I cannot bring a recommendation from Gilbert &
Mack, I have everywhere been refused. I ask you,

Mr. Wharton to consider my situation. Already my
small supply of money is nearly gone, and I do not

know how I am to pay my expenses. If it was any
fault of mine that had brought me into this situation,

I would not complain, but it seems hard to
suffer when I am innocent.

`` `I do not ask to return to your house, Mr.
Wharton, for it would not be pleasant, since your nephew

and Mrs. Bradley dislike me, but I have a right to
ask that the truth may be told to my employers, so

that if they do not wish me to return to their service,
they may, at least, be willing to give me a recommendation

that will give me a place elsewhere.'''
``I must prevent the boy communicating with my

uncle, if it is a possible thing. `Strike while the iron
is hot,' I say.''

``I think that is very judicious, Mr. John. I have
no doubt you will know how to manage matters.''

John Wade dressed himself for a walk, and drawing
out a cigar, descended the steps of his uncle's

house into the street.
He reached Fifth Avenue, and walked slowly

downtown. He was about opposite Twenty-eighth Street,
when he came face to face with the subject of his

thoughts.
``Where are you going?'' John Wade demanded

sternly.
``I don't know that I am bound to answer your

question,'' answered Frank, quietly, ``but I have no
objection. I am going to Thirty-ninth Street with

this bundle.''
``Hark you, boy! I have something to say to you,''

continued John Wade, harshly. ``You have had the
impudence to write to my uncle.''

``What did he say?''
``Nothing that you would like to hear. He looks

upon you as a thief.''
``You have slandered me to him, Mr. Wade,'' he

said, angrily. ``You might be in better business than
accusingly a poor boy falsely.''

``Hark you, young man! I have had enough of
your impudence. I will give you a bit of advice,



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