Part 36 (1/2)

”We'll take care of that,” was the reply. ”We'll notify the local authorities and also the postmaster, so if Crowden turns up again he'll be arrested at once;” and this matter was attended to before they left the town.

Chester Waltham grumbled somewhat because the Rovers had not taken him along on the trip to Riverview, but the three brothers paid little attention to this, although Sam showed that he was rather anxious because of the way in which Grace stood up for the brother of her seminary chum.

It had been planned that the tour from Valley Brook to the west should be taken through Ashton, so one morning a few days later found the whole party in the old college town.

”Too bad that Brill and Hope are both closed for the season,” remarked Dora. ”We might have met some of our old friends.”

”Well, it doesn't make much difference to me,” grinned back Sam. ”It seems like only yesterday since I graduated.”

”I am glad my school days are over,” announced Ada Waltham. ”I never did care for studying.”

Before proceeding farther, the Rovers had decided to call on the Sandersons, so they went away from the hotel at Ashton, leaving the Walthams behind. A letter had been sent ahead to Minnie, so she was not much surprised at their arrival. Her appearance, however, shocked them greatly. From looking round and ruddy her face had taken on a pale and careworn look.

”We are having all sorts of bad luck this year,” she said, in answer to an inquiry of Dora, and while the boys had gone off to find Mr.

Sanderson, who was at the barn. ”First came the loss of that money. Then father was taken sick, and now he tells me that the crops this year are not going to be nearly as good as usual.”

”That is certainly too bad, Minnie,” said Dora, sympathetically. ”I wish we could do something to help you.” She paused for a moment. ”I suppose you hear from Songbird occasionally?”

”Oh, yes, he writes to me regularly. He is hard at work, and last week he sent father a check for one hundred dollars. This, of course, is a good deal of money for the poor fellow to sc.r.a.pe together, but it isn't much towards four thousand dollars.”

”It certainly is too bad about the crops not being good,” said Nellie, who, being the daughter of a farmer, knew exactly what such a calamity means to the average man who depends on the soil for his living.

”Father wouldn't mind it so much if it was not for this interest on the mortgage. You see he had expected to pay the whole amount off and that, of course, would stop the interest. Now he has to pay the usual amount, two hundred and forty dollars a year, which, you see, is twenty dollars a month. It worries him a good deal.”

”Did you say Songbird sent him a hundred dollars?” questioned Grace, curiously.

”Yes. It was money he had earned and some that his folks had given him.

I am glad to say father didn't think much of accepting it at first,”

added Minnie, her face brightening a little. ”But poor John urged it, so that at last he took it and sent it over to the bank.”

”Then I suppose Songbird and your father are on fairly good terms now,”

remarked Dora.

”No, I am sorry to say that is not true, Dora. At first father seemed to get over it, but lately he has been as bitter as ever. You see, his sickness, and the bad crops, and the interest money to be paid on the mortgage, worry him a great deal, and he takes it all out on poor John.

He sticks to it that John should have been more careful while he was carrying such a large amount.” Minnie turned her face away and two tears stole down her cheeks. ”It's a shame--an awful, burning shame! But what in the world am I to do?”

”It surely is too bad, Minnie,” said Dora, kindly, placing her arm around the girl's waist, while Nellie and Grace looked on sympathetically. ”If we could help you at all we would do it. We have some news of Blackie Crowden, and the others have gone out to tell your father about it,” and then she related what had occurred during the stop at Fernwood.

”Oh! if only they could find that fellow and get back the money!” sobbed Minnie. ”But maybe the most of it has been spent,” she added, dolefully.

”Oh, let us hope not!” cried Nellie. ”He couldn't spend any such amount as that in so short a time.”

”He might if he drank and gambled it away,” put in her sister. ”Oh, wouldn't it be too bad if they did catch this Blackie Crowden and then found that he had squandered all that money!”

CHAPTER XXIV

AT THE FESTIVAL