The Young Bridge-Tender | Page 8

bridge tender tied his boat up at the foot of the garden, and walked up to the cottage.
Mrs. Nelson had the evening meal all prepared, and the two at once sat down.
"You sent a very profitable visitor to the cottage this morning, Ralph," began his mother, as she poured the tea while he cut up the meat.
"You mean Mr. Kelsey?"
"Yes. He came here to get dry, and told me how you had rescued him from the lake. He said you had acted very bravely."
"It was not much to do. But why do you say he was a profitable visitor, mother? Did he pay you anything for what you did?"
"Yes, he paid me two dollars. I didn't want a cent, but he insisted on it."
"Then he is certainly rich, mother, for he gave me twenty dollars in addition."
"Why, Ralph!"
"But, hold on, mother, don't be too pleased. I have already lost the money, so his generosity will do me no good."
And Ralph told his mother the story, just as he had told it to old Bob Sanderson, their boarder.
"That Paget boy is a bad egg, I am afraid," said Mrs. Nelson, with a grave look on her face. "I am sorry you got into trouble with him."
"So am I, but it couldn't be helped. The bridge rules say that no person is to cross without paying toll. Percy knows the rules, too."
"I understand he has caused the squire a lot of trouble, but for all that, he is his father's pet."
"It's strange, if Percy gives him so much trouble."
"Well, the two are alone in the world, and that may make a difference. Have we not been drawn closer together since your father died?"
"That is true, mother, but I try to do right, and--"
"You do what is right, Ralph. As much as I love you, I would not stand by you were you to do a deliberate wrong."
"I don't believe Percy will do much," said Ralph, after a long pause. "I was sticking up for the rules, and that is what I am put there to do."
After the supper dishes were cleared away, Mrs. Nelson put on her bonnet and took a basket to do a little trading at one of the stores, leaving Ralph to take care of the cottage while she was gone.
"I'll go along and carry the things for you, if you wish," said her son.
"I am going to get a few things, Ralph, which will not be heavy, and I wish to see Mr. Dicks about the calico he sold me which is not as good as he represented. You may stay home and read."
"I'll study my school books, mother. I want to master commercial arithmetic if I can. Maybe one of these days I can become a bookkeeper in one of the Eastport factories."
"I trust so, my son, that or something even better. I would not wish you to remain a bridge tender all your life."
A moment later Mrs. Nelson was on her way to the village center. Ralph lit the sitting-room lamp and got out his books and his slate. Soon he had forgotten all about the exciting scenes of the day in an earnest endeavor to do a complicated example in profit and loss.
He worked out the problem, and then tackled something harder still. Not having anyone to guide him, he made numerous mistakes. But he kept on without becoming disheartened and at last the second example was solved as correctly as the first.
He was just about to begin a third, when his mother entered the cottage almost breathlessly. From the look on her face it was plain to see she had something to tell that was of great importance.
CHAPTER VI.
MRS. NELSON'S STORY.
"What is it, mother?" cried Ralph, as Mrs. Nelson placed her basket on the floor and dropped into a chair.
"Oh, Ralph! I can hardly believe it possible!" exclaimed the good woman, catching her breath.
"Believe what possible?"
"That Percy Paget would be so wicked!"
"Why, what has he done, now, mother?"
"Ralph, I believe he took your twenty-dollar bill!"
"What makes you think that?"
And in his excitement the boy shoved back his books and slate and sprang to his feet.
"From what I overheard down to Mr. Dicks' store, while I was doing my trading."
"What did you overhear?"
"His son William waited on me, and while he was doing it his father began to count the money in the drawer, and then asked who had paid in the twenty-dollar bill."
"And what did Will Dicks say?" questioned Ralph, eagerly.
"He said he had got the bill from Percy Paget."
"He did! It must be my bill."
"So I thought, and came home as quickly as I could to tell you."
"Percy has lots of spending money, but I doubt if he has twenty dollars at a time," went on Ralph, walking up and down the sitting-room