Bob Chesters Grit | Page 5

old man spoke that Foster
could not refrain from remarking:

"Well, you do not seem to be overrushed with trade just now. However,
that is neither here nor there. How long have you had Bob in your
employ?"
"Ever since he was big enough to be of any service to me."
"He's a good boy, isn't he?"
"No, he's not. Didn't I just tell you he has been gone over two hours,
delivering an order that should not have taken him more than fifteen
minutes at the most? No good boy would dawdle so about his business.
But why do you ask?"
Foster, however, was not ready to tell Bob's employer of his
predicament until he had obtained more information about the boy, and
instead of answering the question, said:
"You misunderstood my meaning. I want to know whether or not he is
honest or has any bad habits."
"He has the habit of taking a long time to deliver his orders, and he
always has some plausible excuse for the delay--although I never
accept his excuses. It isn't the way to bring up a boy. But he doesn't
steal, and I don't let him go out nights, so he can't have any companions.
But why do you ask? What business of yours is it?"
"Just one more question before I answer you."
"You seem mighty long on questions, but I'll not answer another one
until you tell me why you are taking such pains to find out about Bob.
He hasn't any friend but me. I'm his guardian."
So hostile was the grocer's manner becoming, and with such increasing
suspicion did he view his inquisitor, that Foster realized it would be
necessary to explain Bob's predicament were he to be able to help him,
and briefly he told the story that had been repeated in the police station.
"That just goes to show my theory is right," declared the grocer, when

he had been given the particulars of his ward's arrest. "If Bob had gone
about his business and delivered the order, instead of being tempted by
the offer of a dollar, he wouldn't have got into this trouble. It will be a
good lesson for him, and I shall be able to get along some way, I
suppose, until he comes back."
"But surely you don't mean to say that you are not going to do anything
to help him out of his trouble?" exclaimed Foster in amazement, as he
heard the heartless words.
With a depreciating shrug of his shoulders, Len Dardus responded:
"But what can I do? It will cost money to hire a lawyer, or even to bail
him out. Besides, as I said, it will be a good lesson for him."
"But hasn't he any money of his own?" queried the reporter.
"What do you want to know for? Are you a lawyer? No, sir! if you are,
and have come to tell me about Bob in the hope that I will hire you,
you might as well go back to your place of business. I won't spend a
cent on him. The lesson will do him good."
The heartlessness of the grocer incensed Foster, and he retorted:
"It happens that I am not a lawyer, so it isn't any money that I am after.
I am acting simply from a desire to see the boy get fair treatment, and if
I were his guardian, whether he had any money or not, I would do
everything in my power to help him out of his trouble."
"But what can I do? There is no one to stay in the store here, and I don't
see how I could help any way."
"You could go down to the police station and speak a word for the lad.
If you have had the care of him for so long, what you could say in
regard to his honesty ought to be sufficient to cause his release."
As he mentioned the grocer's going to the police station, Foster thought
he noticed the old man tremble, as though in fear, and what the sergeant

had said about Dardus recurred to him, and while he hesitated as to
whether or not he should press the point, Bob's guardian exclaimed:
"I can't go now. There is no one to look after the store. But perhaps I
can go down this evening."
"That would be too late. His case will come up in court this afternoon."
"Well, if it does, the boy'll have to take the consequences. I always told
him he shouldn't linger over delivering his orders. It will be a good
lesson to him."
The incessant repetition of the last words grated on Foster's ears, and,
realizing that he was only wasting time in trying to persuade the
hard-hearted guardian to help