The next morning, Mrs. Merton, escorted by Luke, went to make some purchases in the city. Mrs. Tracy went out, also, having an engagement with one of her friends living on Cottage Grove1 Avenue. Harold went out directly after breakfast, but returned at half-past ten. He went upstairs and satisfied himself that except the servants, he was alone in the house.
He went to his aunt's sitting room, and, not anticipating any interruption, directed his steps a once to the small table, from a drawer in which he had seen Mrs. Merton take the morocco pocketbook. He tried one key after another, and finally succeeded in opening the drawer. He drew it out with nervous anxiety, fearing that the pocket-book might have been removed, in which case all his work would have been thrown away.
But no! Fortune favored him this time, if it can be called a favor. There, in plain sight, was the morocco pocketbook. Harold, pale with excitement, seized and opened it. His eyes glistened3 as he saw that it was well filled. He took out the roll of bills, and counted them. There were five ten-dollar bills and three fives--sixty-five dollars in all. There would have been more, but Mrs. Merton, before going out, had taken four fives, which she intended to use.
It was Harold's first theft, and he trembled with agitation4 as he thrust the pocketbook into his pocket. He would have trembled still more if he had known that his mother's confidential5 maid and seamstress, Felicie Lacouvreur, had seen everything through the crevice6 formed by the half-open door.
Felicie smiled to herself as she moved noiselessly away from her post of concealment7.
"Master Harold is trying a dangerous experiment," she said to herself. "Now he is in my power. He has been insolent8 to me more than once, as if he were made of superior clay, but Felicie, though only a poor servant, is not, thank Heaven, a thief, as he is. It is a very interesting drama. I shall wait patiently till it is quite played out."
In his hurry, Harold came near leaving the room with the table drawer open. But he bethought himself in time, went back, and locked it securely. It was like shutting the stable door after the horse was stolen. Then, with the stolen money in his possession, he left the house. He did not wish to be found at home when his aunt returned.
Harold had sixty-five dollars in his pocket--an amount quite beyond what he had ever before had at his disposal--but it must be admitted that he did not feel as happy as he had expected. If he had come by it honestly--if, for instance, it had been given him--his heart would have beat high with exultation9, but as it was, he walked along with clouded brow. Presently he ran across one of his friends, who noticed his discomposure.
"What's the matter, Harold?" he asked. "You are in the dumps."
"Oh, no," answered Harold, forcing himself to assume a more cheerful aspect. "I have no reason to feel blue."
"You are only acting10, then? I must congratulate you on your success. You look for all the world like the Knight11 of the Sorrowful Countenance12."
"Who is he?" asked Harold, who was not literary.
"Don Quixote. Did you never hear of him?"
"No."
"Then your education has been neglected. What are you going to do to-day?"
"I don't know."
"All right."
"That is, if you have any money. I am high and dry."
"Yes, I have some money."
They went to a dime museum on Clark Street.
Harold surprised his companion by paying for the two tickets out of a five-dollar bill.
"You're flush, Harold," said his friend. "Has anybody left you a fortune?"
"No," answered Harold, uneasily. "I've been saving up money lately."
"Look here, Robert Greve, I don't see why you need trouble yourself so much about where I get my money."
"Don't be cranky, Harold," said Robert, good-humoredly, "I won't say another word. Only I am glad to find my friends in a healthy financial condition. I only wish I could say the same of myself."
There happened to be a matinee at the Grand Opera House, and Harold proposed going. First, however, they took a nice lunch at Brockway & Milan's, a mammoth15 restaurant on Clark Street, Harold paying the bill.
As they came out of the theater, Luke Walton chanced to pass.
"Good-afternoon, Harold," he said.
Harold tossed his head, but did not reply.
"Who is that boy--one of your acquaintances?" asked Robert Greve.
"Why shouldn't he speak to you, if you know him?" said Robert Greve, who did not share Harold's foolish pride.
"He appears to think he is my equal," continued Harold.
"He seems a nice boy."
"You don't know him as I do. He is a common newsboy."
"Suppose he is; that doesn't hurt him, does it?"
"You don't know what I mean. You don't think a common newsboy fit to associate with on equal terms, do you?"
Robert Greve laughed.
"You are too high-toned, Harold," he said. "If he is a nice boy, I don't care what sort of business a friend of mine follows."
"Well, I do," snapped Harold, "and so does my mother. I don't believe in being friends with the ragtag and bobtail of society."
Luke Walton did not allow his feelings to be hurt by the decided17 rebuff he had received from Harold.
"I owe it to myself to act like a gentleman," he reflected. "If Harold doesn't choose to be polite, it is his lookout18, not mine. He looks down upon me because I am a working boy. I don't mean always to be a newsboy or an errand boy. I shall work my way upwards19 as fast as I can, and, in time, I may come to fill a good place in society."
It will be seen that Luke was ambitious. He looked above and beyond the present, and determined20 to improve his social condition.
It was six o'clock when Harold ascended21 the steps of the mansion22 on Prairie Avenue. He had devoted23 the day to amusement, but had derived24 very little pleasure from the money he had expended25. He had very little left of the five-dollar bill which he had first changed at the dime museum. It was not easy to say where his money had gone, but it had melted away, in one shape or another.
"I wonder whether Aunt Eliza has discovered her loss," thought Harold. "I hope I shan't show any signs of nervousness when I meet her. I don't see how she can possibly suspect me. If anything is said about the lost pocketbook, I will try to throw suspicion on Luke Walton."
Harold did not stop to think how mean this would be. Self-preservation, it has been said, is the first law of nature, and self-preservation required that he should avert26 suspicion from himself by any means in his power. He went into the house whistling, as if to show that his mind was quite free from care.
In the hall he met Felicie.
"What do you think has happened, Master Harold?" asked the French maid.
"I don't know, I'm sure."
"Your aunt has been robbed. Some money has been taken from her room."
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