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I'll do it,” said the rustic, considering that it would be an unusually easy way of earning few dollars.

β€œYou'll remember the name, won't you?”

β€œYesβ€”Parson Barnes, of Hayfield Centre.”

β€œThat is right. The store is near by. Walk along with us, and we will be there in five minutes.”





CHAPTER XXIII A NEW EXPEDIENT

β€œI believe your name is Peck?” said Mr. Montgomery, hazarding a guess.

β€œNo, it's Young, Ephraim Young.”

β€œOf course it is. I remember now, but I am apt to forget names. You said your parents were quite well?”

β€œYes, they're pretty smart.”

β€œI am glad to hear it; I have the pleasantest recollections of your excellent father. Let me see, didn't you call there with me once, Mrs. Barnes?”

β€œNot that I remember.”

β€œYou must go with me the next time. I want you to know the parents of our young friend. They are excellent people. Do you go back this afternoon, Mr. Young?”

β€œYes, I guess so. You don't know of any sitooation I could get in a store round here, do you?”

β€œNot at present, but I have some influential friends to whom I will mention your name. Suppose, now, I could obtain a situation for you, how shall I direct the letter letting you know?”

β€œJust put on the letter 'Ephraim Young.' Everybody in Plainfield knows me.”

β€œSo he lives in Plainfield,” said Mr. Montgomery to himself. β€œIt's as well to know that.” Then aloud: β€œI won't forget, Mr. Young. What sort of business would you prefer?”

β€œAny kind that'll pay,” said the gratified youth, firmly convinced of his companion's ability to fulfill his promise. β€œI've got tired of stayin' round home, and I'd like to try York a little while. Folks say it's easy to make money here.”

β€œYou are right. If I were a business man, I would come to New York at once. For a smart young man like you it offers a much better opening than a country village.”

β€œThat's what I've told dad often,” said the rustic, β€œbut he's afraid I wouldn't get nothing to do and he says it's dreadful expensive livin' here.”

β€œSo it is expensive, but then you will be better paid than in the country. However, here we are. You won't forget what I told you?”

β€œNoβ€”I'll remember,” said the young man.

The reappearance of Mr. Barnes and wife so soon excited some surprise in the store, for it had got around, as such things will, that he was an impostor, and it was supposed that he would not venture to show his face there again. The appearance of his rustic companion likewise attracted attention. Certainly, Mr. Montgomery (it makes little difference what we call him) did not exhibit the slightest appearance of apprehension, but his manner was quite cool and self-possessed. He made his way to that part of the counter attended by the clerk with whom he had before spoken. He observed with pleasure and relief that the man who had questioned his identity with any of the ministers of Hayfield Centre was no longer in the store. This would make the recovery of the ring considerably easier.

β€œWell, sir,” he said, addressing the clerk, β€œI suppose you did not expect to see me again so soon?”

β€œNo, sir.”

β€œNor did I expect to be able to return for the ring before to-morrow, not supposing that I could bring witnesses to prove that I was what I represented. But fortunately I met just now a young friend, who can testify to my identity, as he has heard me preach frequently in Plainfield, where he resides. Mr. Young, will you be kind enough to tell this gentleman who I am?”

β€œParson Barnes, of Hayfield Centre,” said the youth, confidently.

β€œYou have heard me preach, have you not, in Plainfield?”

β€œYes,” said the young man, fully believing that he was telling the truth.

β€œAnd I have called on your parents?”

β€œYes.”

β€œI think,” said the adventurer, β€œthat will be sufficient to convince you that I am what I appear.”

It was hard to doubt, in the face of such evidence. Ephraim Young was so unmistakably from the rural districts that it would have been absurd to suspect him of being an artful city rogue. Besides, Mr. Barnes himself was got up so naturally that all the clerk's doubts vanished at once. He concluded that the customer who had questioned his genuineness must be very much mistaken.

β€œI ought to apologize to you, sir,” he said, β€œfor doubting your word. But in a city like this you know one has to be very careful.”

β€œOf course,” said the adventurer, blandly, β€œI do not blame you in the least. You only did your duty, though it might have cost me some trouble and inconvenience.”

β€œI am sorry, sir.”

β€œNo apologies, I beg. It has all turned out right, and your mistake was a natural one. If you will kindly return me the ring, I will defer selling it, I think, till another day.”

The clerk brought the ring, which he handed back to Mr. Montgomery. The latter received it with so much the more satisfaction, as he had made up his mind at one time that it was gone irrevocably, and put it away in his waistcoat pocket.

β€œI had intended to buy some silver spoons,” he said, β€œbut it will be necessary to wait until I have disposed of the ring. However, I may as well look at some, eh, Mrs. Barnes?”

β€œIf you like,” assented the lady.

So the pair examined some spoons, and fixed upon a dozen, which they said they would return and buy on the next day, and then, with a polite good-by, went out of the store, leaving behind, on the whole, a favorable impression.

Ephraim Young accompanied them out, and walked along beside them in the street. He, too, was in good spirits, for had not his companion promised him five dollars for his services, which he had faithfully rendered? Five dollars to the young man from the rural districts was a very considerable sum of moneyβ€”quite a nugget, in factβ€”and he already enjoyed in advance the pleasure which he anticipated of telling his friends at home how easily he had earned such a sum in β€œYork.” He walked along beside the adventurer, expecting that he would say something about paying him, but no allusion was made by the

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