Part 33 (1/2)
”What time do you wish me on hand?” asked Ralph.
”We will be ready to go out about ten o'clock,” was the reply, after the young lady and the young gentleman had been consulted.
”Now you see I couldn't have made that bargain if you hadn't turned up,”
said Franchard to Ralph, after the party had gone. ”I'll be in pocket and so will you.”
”And that will be a job that will suit me,” laughed Ralph. ”For once I am in luck.”
He spent a few more minutes with Franchard, in completing arrangements, and then hurried off to make up the time he had lost in the distribution of the circulars.
CHAPTER XXIII.
STRANGE Pa.s.sENGERS.
Mrs. Nelson was glad to hear that Ralph had procured employment at Glen Arbor. She knew her son understood boats thoroughly, so she was not alarmed over the prospects, even though he had had such a thrilling experience at the time of Dock Brady's rescue.
”It will bring us in money steadily, mother,” Ralph said, ”and that is what we need.”
”I do not know what I would do without you, Ralph,” she returned, fondly.
”You have been the supporter of the family since your poor father was taken away.”
”I've been thinking, mother,” went on the son, after a spell of silence. ”I have a great mind to use fifteen dollars of that money I have in advertising for those missing property papers.”
”Do you think it will do any good?”
”It won't do any harm. I hate to put out the money, but I guess we can stand it now. The boating season will last for two months and more yet.”
”Yes, Ralph, and we can save all you earn over six dollars a week. Of course the money is yours----”
”No more mine than my dear mother's,” he interrupted. ”I think we ought to save what we can.”
”It is best, so that we shall not have to touch what is in the bank should you not strike another situation at once after the boating season closes.”
”But you are willing I should advertise, are you not, mother?”
”Oh, yes, Ralph. We must obtain the papers, if possible. If there is really a boom in Westville real estate this lake sh.o.r.e property ought to become valuable.”
”I thought of putting an advertis.e.m.e.nt in the _County Record_, and also one in the Chambersburgh _Leader_. Those are the princ.i.p.al papers read around here.”
”That is so, Ralph, but do you know their rates?”
”I will write and find out.”
On Monday night, after a pleasant day on the lake with Mr. Larkins and his young friends, Ralph sat down and wrote the letters. Two days later the replies came back. He found the advertising rates of both journals quite moderate, and at once sent each an advertis.e.m.e.nt, to appear in the Lost and Found column several issues.
Mr. Larkins liked the sailing and fis.h.i.+ng so well, as well as the efforts of the young skipper to please him and his party, that he hired the sloop for both Wednesday and Thursday additional. Ralph took them up and down Big Silver Lake several times, and also through the draw and down Silver Lake.
On the latter trip Ralph saw Percy Paget, who sat on the bridge, talking earnestly to Dan Pickley. The young aristocrat stared hard at Ralph.