CHAPTER I.
A FAITHLESS GUARDIAN.
“Well, good by, Rodney!
I leave school tomorrow. I am going to learn a
trade.”
“I am sorry to part with you,
David. Couldn’t you stay another term?”
“No: my uncle says I must
be earning my living, and I have a chance to learn
the carpenter’s trade.”
“Where are you going?”
“To Duffield, some twenty miles
away. I wish I were in your shoes. You have
no money cares, and can go on quietly and complete
your education.”
“I don’t know how I am
situated, David. I only know that my guardian
pays my expenses at this boarding school.”
“Yes, you are a star boarder,
and have the nicest room in the institution.
I am only a poor day scholar. Still I feel thankful
that I have been allowed to remain as long as I have.
Who is your guardian?”
“A Mr. Benjamin Fielding, of New York.”
“Is he a business man?”
“I believe so.”
“Do you know how much you will
inherit when you come of age?” asked David,
after a short pause.
“I haven’t an idea.”
“It seems to me your guardian ought to have
told you.”
“I scarcely know my guardian.
Five years ago I spent a week at his home. I
don’t remember much about it except that he lives
in a handsome house, and has plenty of servants.
Since then, as you know, I have passed most of my
time here, except that in the summer I was allowed
to board at the Catskills or any country place I might
select.”
“Yes, and I remember one year
you took me with you and paid all my expenses.
I shall never forget your kindness, and how much I
enjoyed that summer.”
Rodney Ropes smiled, and his smile
made his usually grave face look very attractive.
“My dear David,” he said,
“it was all selfishness on my part. I knew
I should enjoy myself much better with a companion.”
“You may call that selfishness,
Rodney, but it is a kind of selfishness that makes
me your devoted friend. How long do you think
you shall remain at school?”
“I don’t know. My
guardian has never told me his plans for me. I
wish he would.”
“I shall miss you, Rodney, but
we will correspond, won’t we?”
“Surely. You know I shall
always feel interested in you and your welfare.”
David was a plain boy of humble parentage,
and would probably be a hard working mechanic.
In fact he was looking for nothing better.
But Rodney Ropes looked to be of genteel
blood, and had the air of one who had been brought
up a gentleman. But different as they were in
social position the two boys had always been devoted
friends.
The boarding school of which Rodney
was, as his friend expressed himself, a star pupil,
was situated about fifty miles from the city of New
York. It was under the charge of Dr. Sampson,
a tall, thin man of fair scholarship, keenly alive
to his own interest, who showed partiality for his
richer pupils, and whenever he had occasion to censure
bore most heavily upon boys like David Hull, who was
poor.
Rodney occupied alone the finest room
in the school. There was a great contrast between
his comfortable quarters and the extremely plain dormitories
occupied by less favored pupils.
In the case of some boys the favoritism
of the teacher would have led them to put on airs,
and made them unpopular with their school fellows.
But Rodney had too noble a nature to be influenced
by such considerations. He enjoyed his comfortable
room, but treated his school fellows with a frank
cordiality that made him a general favorite.
After David left his room Rodney sat
down to prepare a lesson in Cicero, when he was interrupted
by the entrance through the half open door of a younger
boy.
“Rodney,” he said, “the
doctor would like to see you in his office.”
“Very well, Brauner, I will go down at once.”
He put aside his book and went down
to the office of Dr. Sampson on the first floor.
The doctor was sitting at his desk.
He turned slightly as Rodney entered.
“Take a seat, Ropes,” he said curtly.
His tone was so different from his
usual cordiality that Rodney was somewhat surprised.
“Am I in disgrace?” he
asked himself. “Dr. Sampson doesn’t
seem as friendly as usual.”
After a brief interval Dr. Sampson
wheeled round in his office chair.
“I have a letter for you from
your guardian, Ropes,” he said. “Here
it is. Do me the favor to read it here.”
With some wonder Rodney took the letter
and read as follows:
Dear Rodney—I
have bad news to communicate. As you know, I was
left by your father in charge of you and your fortune.
I have never told you the amount, but I will say now
that it was about fifty thousand dollars. Until
two years since I kept it intact but then began a series
of reverses in which my own fortune was swallowed
up. In the hope of relieving myself I regret
to say that I was tempted to use your money.
That went also, and now of the whole sum there remains
but enough to pay the balance of your school bills,
leaving you penniless. How much I regret this
I cannot tell you. I shall leave New York at once.
I do not care at present to say where I shall go,
but I shall try to make good the loss, and eventually
restore to you your lost fortune. I may be successful
or I may not. I shall do my best and I hope in
time to have better news to communicate.
One thing I am glad to say. I
have a casket containing your mother’s jewels.
These are intact. I shall send you the casket
by express, knowing that you will wish to keep them
out of regard for your mother’s memory.
In case you are reduced to the necessity of pawning
or selling them, I am sure that your mother, could
she be consulted, would advise you to do so.
This would be better than to have you suffer from want.
There is nothing further for me to
write except to repeat my regret, and renew my promise
to make up your lost fortune if I shall ever to able
to do so. Your Guardian, Benjamin Fielding.
Rodney read this like one dazed.
In an instant he was reduced from the position of
a favorite of fortune to a needy boy, with his living
to make.
He could not help recalling what had
passed between his friend David and himself earlier
in the day. Now he was as poor as David—poorer,
in fact for David had a chance to learn a trade that
would yield him a living, while he was utterly without
resources, except in having an unusually good education.
“Well,” said Dr. Sampson, “have
you read your letter?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Your guardian wrote to me also.
This is his letter,” and he placed the brief
epistle in Rodney’s hands.
Dr. Sampson—I
have written my ward, Rodney Ropes, an important letter
which he will show you. The news which it contains
will make it necessary for him to leave school.
I inclose a check for one hundred and twenty five
dollars. Keep whatever is due you, and give him
the balance. Benjamin Fielding.
“I have read the letter, but
I don’t know what it means,” said Dr.
Sampson. “Can you throw any light upon it?”
“Here is my letter, doctor.
You can read it for yourself.”
Dr. Sampson’s face changed as
he read Rodney’s letter. It changed and
hardened, and his expression became quite different
from that to which Rodney had been accustomed.
“This is a bad business, Ropes,”
said the doctor in a hard tone.
He had always said Rodney before.
“Yes, sir.”
“That was a handsome fortune which your father
left you.”
“Yes, sir. I never knew before how much
it amounted to.”
“You only learn when you have
lost it. Mr. Fielding has treated you shamefully.”
“Yes, sir, I suppose he has,
but he says he will try to make it up to me in the
future.”
“Pish! that is all humbug.
Even if he is favored by fortune you will never get
back a cent.”
“I think I shall, sir.”
“You are young. You do not know the iniquities
of business men. I do.”
“I prefer to hope for the best.”
“Just as you please.”
“Have you anything more to say to me?”
“Only that I will figure up
your account and see how much money is to come to
you out of the check your guardian has sent. You
can stay here till Monday; then you will find it best
to make new arrangements.”
“Very well, sir.”
Rodney left the room, realizing that
Dr. Sampson’s feelings had been changed by his
pupil’s reverse of fortune.
It was the way of the world, but it
was not a pleasant way, and Rodney felt depressed.