Paul the Peddler; Or, The Fortunes of a Young Street Merchant, Jr. Horatio Alger [drm ebook reader TXT] 📗

“First,” said the adventurer, “let me introduce myself. I am the Rev. Mr. Barnes, of Hayfield Centre, Connecticut. You perhaps know the place?”

“I don't think I remember it,” said the clerk, respectfully.

“It is a small place,” said Mr. Montgomery, modestly, “but my tastes are plain and unobtrusive, and I do not aspire to a more conspicuous post. However, that is not to the purpose. A lady parishioner, desiring to donate a portion of her wealth to the poor, has placed in my hand a diamond ring, the proceeds to be devoted to charitable objects. I desire to sell it, and, knowing the high reputation of your firm feel safe in offering it to you. I know very little of the value of such things, since they are not in my line, but I am sure of fair treatment at your hands.”

“You may depend upon that,” said the clerk, favorably impressed with the appearance and manners of his customer. “Allow me to see the ring.”

The brilliant was handed over the counter.

“It is quite valuable,” said he, scrutinizing it closely.

“So I supposed, as the lady is possessed of wealth. You may rely upon its being genuine.”

“I am not authorized to purchase,” said the clerk, “but I will show it to one of the firm.”

Just at that moment, Mr. Montgomery, chancing to look toward the door, was startled by seeing the entrance of Paul Hoffman. He saw that it would be dangerous to carry the negotiation any farther and he quickly gave a secret signal to his wife.

The hint was instantly understood and acted upon.

Mrs. Montgomery uttered a slight cry, and clung to her husband's arm.

“My dear,” she said, “I feel one of my attacks coming on. Take me out quickly.

“My wife is suddenly taken sick,” said Mr. Montgomery, hurriedly.

“She is subject to fits. If you will give me the ring, I will return to-morrow and negotiate for its sale.”

“I am very sorry,” said the clerk, with sympathy, handing back the ring. “Can I get anything for the lady?”

“No, thank you. The best thing to do is to get her into the open air. Thank you for your kindness.”

“Let me help you,” said the clerk, and coming from behind the counter he took one arm of Mrs. Montgomery, who, leaning heavily on her husband and the clerk, walked, or rather was carried, to the street door.

Of course, the attention of all within the store was drawn to the party.

“What was the matter?” inquired a fellow-clerk, as the salesman returned.

“It was a clergyman from Connecticut, who wished to sell a diamond ring, given to him for charitable purposes. His wife was taken suddenly sick. He will bring it back to-morrow.”

“Was the ring a valuable one?”

“It must be worth in the neighborhood of three hundred dollars.”

Paul listened to this explanation, and a sudden light flashed upon him, as he heard the estimated value of the ring. There had been something familiar in the appearance of the adventurer, though, on account of his successful disguise and his being accompanied by a lady, he had not before felt any suspicion as to his identity with the man who had swindled him. Now he felt convinced that it was Mr. Felix Montgomery, and that it was his own appearance which had led to the sudden sickness and the precipitate departure.

“That trick won't work, Mr. Montgomery,” he said to himself. “I've got on your track sooner than I anticipated, and I mean to follow you up.”

Reaching the sidewalk, he caught sight of Mr. and Mrs. Montgomery just turning the corner of a side street. The pair supposed they were safe, not thinking that our hero had recognized them, and the lady no longer exhibited illness, and was walking briskly at her husband's side. Paul hurried up and tapped the adventurer on the shoulder. Mr. Montgomery, turning, was annoyed on finding that he had not yet escaped. He determined, however, to stick to his false character, and deny all knowledge of the morning's transaction.

“Well, my young friend,” he said, “do you want me? I believe I have not the pleasure of your acquaintance.”

“You are mistaken there, Mr. Felix Montgomery,” said Paul, significantly.

“By what name did you address me?” said the swindler, assuming a tone of surprise.

“I addressed you as Mr. Felix Montgomery.”

“You have made a mistake, my good friend. I am an humble clergyman from Connecticut. I am called the Rev. Mr. Barnes. Should you ever visit Hayfield Centre, I shall be glad to receive a call from you.”

“When I last met you, you were a jeweler from Syracuse,” said Paul, bluntly.

Mr. Montgomery laughed heartily.

“My dear,” he said, turning to his wife, “is not this an excellent joke? My young friend here thinks he recognizes in me a jeweler from Syracuse.”

“Indeed, you are quite mistaken,” said the lady. “My husband is a country minister. We came up to the city this morning on a little business.”

“I understand on what business,” said Paul. “You wanted to dispose of a diamond ring.”

Mr. Montgomery was disposed to deny the charge, but a moment's reflection convinced him that it would be useless, as Paul had doubtless been informed in Ball & Black's of his business there. He decided to put on a bold front and admit it.

“I suppose you were in Ball & Black's just now,” he said.

“I was.”

“And so learned my business there? But I am at a loss to understand why you should be interested in the matter.”

“That ring is mine,” said Paul. “You swindled me out of it this morning.”

“My young friend, you must certainly be insane,” said Mr. Montgomery, shrugging his shoulders. “My dear, did you hear that?”

“He is an impudent boy,” said the lady. “I am surprised that you should be willing to talk to him.”

“If you leave here I will put a policeman on your track,” said Paul.

He looked so determined that Mr. Montgomery found that he must parley.

“You are under a strange hallucination, my young friend,” he said. “If you will walk along with me, I think I can convince you of your mistake.”

“There is no mistake about the matter,” said Paul, walking on with them. “The ring is mine, and I must have it.”

“My dear, will you explain about the ring? He may credit your