There was another circumstance, however, that equally puzzled the good people of the village. This was the disappearance3 of Mark. He was no longer seen walking about the streets, and many were the inquiries4 made of his mother as to where he had gone. At the request of old Anthony she answered very indefinitely. She could not tell just where Mark was, but he was employed. He would probably be home in a few weeks.
Among those whose curiosity was most keen were James Collins and Tom Wyman.
"Where do you think Mark has gone?" said James one day, throwing away a half-smoked cigarette.
"I don't know any more than the man in the moon," answered Tom. "I asked his mother the other day when I met her in the street, but I couldn't get any satisfaction out of her."
"Perhaps he has gone to the city in search of a place."
"I shouldn't wonder."
"He can't get anything to do here. Father won't take him back into the shop."
"He was at work for old Anthony."
"That couldn't amount to much. The hermit5 is as poor as Job's turkey."
"Do you know this? How about the gold we saw?"
"It was all he had," said James, who was in the habit of jumping at conclusions. "My father says he gets a small pension from some person in the city. Some rich relative, I suppose, is taking care of him. Do you know, Tom, I should be glad to come across Mark blacking boots, or selling papers in the city?"
"Why?"
"He is so mighty6 independent—poor and proud—that I believe he actually thinks himself as good as you or I."
"He is pretty pert, that's a fact."
"If he were only humble7, and showed that he knew his place, I'd get father to take him back into the shop. It's his own fault that he got discharged."
"It's a good thing for his mother having a boarder, as Mark isn't able to help her."
"Pooh! what does that amount to? He probably pays two or three dollars a week. However, I suppose that's a good deal to her."
Mark would have been amused, but not surprised, if he could have heard this conversation between his two old companions. At present, however, he had other things to occupy his attention.
He had already reached Chicago and was staying there a day or two before going farther.
His ultimate destination was Claremont, in Indiana, the place where the daughter of the hermit was understood to have died. It was about seventy-five miles from Chicago, and could be reached in three hours. Mark felt that he could do no better in his brief stay in Chicago than walk about, and make himself familiar with the principal streets and avenues, and gain some knowledge of the western metropolis8.
He kept his eyes wide open, and noticed all that came in his way. Everywhere throngs9 of busy wayfarers10, and not one of whom he had ever seen before. It seemed strange to him, for in Pocasset he knew everybody.
"The world is larger than I thought," he reflected, "and there are more people in it. I wish I could see one familiar face."
He had hardly formulated11 the wish when his glance rested on a form that seemed strangely familiar. It was a man, tall, slender, with a slouching gait.
"That must be Lyman Taylor," he decided12, with a natural start of astonishment13.
It was indeed the man whom he had last seen in the woods at Pocasset. He had not thought to meet him, though he remembered now to have heard that Lyman had been sent to the West by his uncle.
On the whole, Mark was not as much pleased as he expected to see this familiar face. He did not care to be recognized, as Lyman might have his curiosity excited, and make him trouble.
Suddenly Lyman turned, and his glance fell upon Mark. The boy lowered his head, and walked on without notice. Lyman did not recognize him, though he was vaguely14 conscious of something familiar in Mark's appearance. But before he left New York, Mark had been provided with a new check traveling suit, and a hat of a different style from the one he was accustomed to wear.
Moreover, Lyman had no thought of meeting the country boy in a western city. So he turned his glance in a different direction, and descended15 the steps that led to a basement pool and billiard room.
"I would follow him down there, if I dared risk discovery," thought Mark. "However, it is none of my business what he does, as long as he doesn't annoy his uncle."
Lyman Taylor would have been glad to see Mark, or any one else representing his uncle. The sum he had brought away with him had nearly all melted away, and his prospects16 were by no means brilliant. The thought of engaging in any employment by which he might earn an honest and independent livelihood17 was by no means attractive to him.
In the afternoon of the second day Mark started by train for Claremont, and arrived at the Claremont Hotel in time for supper.
He found Claremont to be a fair sized town, containing perhaps four thousand inhabitants. It seemed to be growing rapidly, like most western towns favorably situated18. After a comfortable supper he bethought himself of whom he could make inquiries as to the object of his journey.
As he sat in the office, a tall man, with long hair, and a look of speculation19 in his eyes accosted20 him.
"Have you just arrived in town, young man?"
"Yes, sir," answered Mark.
"Are you calculatin' to settle here?"
"No, sir; I am only here on a little business."
"Drummer, I reckon!"
"No, sir; I do not represent any business house."
"You do look rather young for a drummer, but you said you were travelin' on business."
"My business is of a different nature, sir."
"Just so! if I can help you, I will. I am Colonel Enoch Tarbox, well-known hereabouts."
"Thank you for your offer. If you will allow me, I will ask you one or two questions."
"Go ahead, young man; I'm ready to give you any information in my power."
"I am in search of a family named Ransom21, who lived here some years ago."
"John Ransom?"
"Yes, sir."
"You won't find him; he's dead."
"So I have heard. Did you know him or his wife?"
"I've drank with John Ransom many a time at this very bar. He was rather fond of a social glass."
"Did you know his wife?"
"I've seen her often. She's dead too. They both died of a fever."
"I suppose they had no children," said Mark, putting the question anxiously.
"Let me see," said the colonel slowly, evidently searching his memory; "yes, I believe there was a child, a little boy."
"Is he alive?" asked Mark eagerly.
"There you've got me, stranger. Children ain't much in my line. I never heerd of Ransom's child dying. I reckon it left town though."
"Where could I get any information about it, do you think?"
Colonel Tarbox reflected.
"I reckon you'd better go to Mrs. Finn; she was intimate with Mrs. Ransom. She lives in the little white cottage alongside of the Presbyterian church."
"Thank you, Colonel Tarbox; I am much indebted to you for what you have told me."
"Don't mention it. Won't you take a drink?"
This kind offer Mark declined rather to the colonel's dissatisfaction. He decided to call upon Mrs. Finn the next day.
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