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Page 35
It was to take place in thirty days, and the superintendent had relied
on Bart's judgment to make it a success.
Darry Haven came in as Bart was laboring over an advertisement for the
four weekly papers of Pleasantville and vicinity.
"Here," he said promptly, "you are of a literary family. Suppose you
take charge of this, and get up the matter for a dodger, too."
"Say, Bart," said Darry eagerly, "we can print the dodgers--my brother
and I--as good as a regular office. You know we've got a good amateur
outfit at home. Father was an editor, and I'll get him to write up a
first-class stunner of an advertisement. Can't you throw the job our
way?"
"If you make the price right, of course," answered Bart.
"We can afford to underbid them all," declared Darry; and so the matter
was settled.
"Oh, by the way," said Darry, as he was about to leave--"Lem Wacker's
out of a job again."
"You don't surprise me," remarked Bart, "but how is that?"
"Why, Martin & Company are buying green peppers at seventy cents a
bushel. They heard that down at Arlington someone was offering them to
the storekeepers at one dollar for two bushels, investigated, detected
Dale Wacker peddling the peppers from factory bags, and found that his
uncle, Lem, was mixed up in the affair. Anyway, Dale's father had to
settle the bill, and they fired Lem."
"Mr. Lem Wacker is bad enough when at work," remarked Bart, "but out of
work I fear he is a dangerous man. All right!" he called, hurrying to
the door as there was a hail from outside.
Colonel Harrington's buckboard was backed to the platform and its driver
was unloading a large trunk.
Bart helped carry it in, dumped it on the scales, went to the desk, got
the receipt book, and reading the label on the trunk found that it was
directed to Mrs. Harrington at Cedar Springs, the summer resort to which
the colonel had already gone.
"Value?" he asked.
"Mrs. Harrington didn't say, and I don't know. If you saw all the finery
in that trunk, though, you'd stare. You see, Mrs. Harrington is going to
stay three weeks at the Springs, and is sending on her finest and best.
I'll bet they amount to a couple of thousand dollars."
Bart filled out a blank receipt, stamping it: "Value asked, and not
given."
"It can't go till morning," he said.
"That don't matter. The missus won't be going down to the Springs till
Saturday."
"You have just missed the afternoon express," went on Bart.
"Yes, Lem Wacker said I would."
"What has he got to do with it?" asked Bart.
"Why, nothing, I gave him a lift down the road, and he told me that."
The driver departed. Bart stood so long looking ruminatively at the
trunk that Darry Haven finally nudged his arm.
"Hi! come out of it," he called. "What's bothering you, Bart?"
"Nothing--I was just thinking."
"About that trunk, evidently, from the way you stare at it."
"Exactly," confessed Bart. "I believe I am getting superstitious about
anything connected with the Harringtons or the Wackers. Here, give me a
lift."
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