After a Shadow and Other Stories. Arthur Timothy Shay

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of his employer, omitted the one in regard to which he had just been notified.

      "Is this all?" he asked, in a tone that sent a thrill of alarm to the guilty heart of his clerk.

      "Yes, sir," was the not clearly outspoken answer.

      "Didn't Garland pay?"

      "N-n-o, sir!" The suddenness of this question so confounded Martin, that he could not answer without a betraying hesitation.

      "Martin!" Astonishment, rebuke, and accusation were in the voice of Mr. Phillips as he pronounced his clerk's name. Martin's face flushed deeply, and then grew very pale. He stood the image of guilt and fear for some moments, then, drawing out his pocket book, he brought therefrom a small roll of bank bills, and a memorandum slip of paper.

      "I made these collections also." And he gave the money and memorandum to Mr. Phillips.

      "A hundred and fifty dollars withheld! Martin! Martin! what does this mean?"

      "Heaven is my witness, sir," answered the young man, with quivering lips, "that I have never wronged you out of a dollar, and had no intention of wronging you now. But I am in a fearful strait. My feet have become suddenly mired, and this was a desperate struggle for extrication—a temporary expedient only, not a premeditated wrong against you."

      "Sit down, Martin," said Mr. Phillips, in a grave, but not severe, tone of voice. "Let me understand the case from first to last. Conceal nothing, if you wish to have me for a friend."

      Thus enjoined, Martin told his humiliating story.

      "If you had not gone into the way of temptation, the betrayer had not found you," was the remark of Mr. Phillips, when the young man ended his confession. "Do you frequent these eating and drinking saloons?"

      "I go occasionally, sir."

      "They are neither safe nor reputable, Martin. A young man who frequents them must have the fine tone of his manhood dimmed. There is an atmosphere of impurity about these places. Have you a younger brother?"

      "Yes, sir."

      "Would you think it good for him, as he emerged from youth to manhood, to visit refectories and billiard saloons?"

      "No, sir, I would do all in my power to prevent it."

      "Why?"

      "There's danger in them, sir."

      "And, knowing this, you went into the way of danger, and have fallen!"

      Martin dropped his eyes to the floor in confusion.

      "Bland is a stool-pigeon and you were betrayed."

      "What am I to do?" asked the troubled young man. "I am in debt to him."

      "He will be here to-morrow."

      "Yes, sir."

      "I will have a policeman ready to receive him."

      "O, no, no, Sir. Pray don't do that!" answered Martin, with a distressed look.

      "Why not?" demanded Mr. Phillips.

      "It will ruin me."

      "How?"

      "Bland will denounce me."

      "Let him."

      "I shall be exposed to the policeman."

      "An evil, but a mild one, compared with that to which you were rushing in order to disentangle yourself. I must have my way, sir. This matter has assumed a serious aspect. You are in my power, and must submit."

      On the next day, punctual to the hour, Bland called.

      "This is your man," said Mr. Phillips to his clerk. "Ask him into the counting-room." Bland, thus invited, walked back. As he entered, Mr. Phillips said,—

      "My clerk owes you a hundred and fifty dollars, I understand."

      "Yes, sir;" and the villain bowed.

      "Make him out a receipt," said Mr. Phillips.

      "When I receive the money," was coldly and resolutely answered. Martin glanced sideways at the face of Bland, and the sudden change in its expression chilled him. The mild, pleasant, virtuous aspect he could so well assume was gone, and he looked more like a fiend than a man. In pictures he had seen eyes such as now gleamed on Mr. Phillips, but never in a living face before.

      The officer, who had been sitting with a newspaper in his hand, now gave his paper a quick rattle as he threw it aside, and, coming forward, stood beside Mr. Phillips, and looked steadily at the face of Bland, over which passed another change: it was less assured, but not less malignant.

      Mr. Phillips took out his pocket-book, and, laying a twenty-dollar bill on the desk by which they were standing, said,—

      "Take this and sign a receipt."

      "No, sir!" was given with determined emphasis. "I am not to be robbed in this way!"

      "Ned," the officer now spoke, "take my advice, and sign a receipt."

      "It's a cursed swindle!" exclaimed the baffled villain.

      "We will dispense with hard names, sir!" The officer addressed him sternly. "Either take the money, or go. This is not a meeting for parley. I understand you and your operations."

      A few moments Bland stood, with an irresolute air; then, clutching desperately at a pen, he dashed off a receipt, and was reaching for the money, when Mr. Phillips drew it back, saying,—

      "Wait a moment, until I examine the receipt." He read it over, and then, pushing it towards Bland, said,—

      "Write 'In full of all demands.'" A growl was the oral response. Bland took the pen again, and wrote as directed.

      "Take my advice, young man, and adopt a safer and more honorable business," said Mr. Phillips, as he gave him the twenty-dollar bill.

      "Keep your advice for them that ask it!" was flung back in his face. A look of hate and revenge burned in the fellow's eyes. After glaring at Mr. Phillips and Martin in a threatening way for several moments, he left more hurriedly than he had entered.

      "And take my advice," said the officer, laying his hand on Martin's arm,—he spoke in a warning tone,—"and keep out of that man's way. He'll never forgive you. I know him and his prowling gang, and they are a set of as hardened and dangerous villains as can be found in the city. You are 'spotted' by them from this day, and they number a dozen at least. So, if you would be safe, avoid their haunts. Give drinking saloons and billiard rooms a wide berth. One experience like this should last you a life-time."

      Thus Martin escaped from his dangerous entanglement, but never again to hold the unwavering confidence of his employer. Mr. Phillips pitied, but could not trust him fully. A year afterwards came troublesome times, losses in business, and depression in trade. Every man had to retrench. Thousands of clerks lost their places, and anxiety and distress were on every hand. Mr. Phillips, like others, had to reduce expenses, and, in reducing, the lot to go fell upon Martin Green. He had been very circumspect, had kept away from the old places where danger lurked, had devoted himself with renewed assiduity to his employer's interests; but, for all this, doubts were forever arising in the mind of Mr. Phillips, and when the question, "Who shall go?" came up, the decision was against Martin. We pity him, but cannot blame his employer.

      III

      ANDY LOVELL

      ALL the village was getting out with Andy Lovell, the shoemaker; and yet Andy Lovell's shoes fitted so neatly, and wore so long, that the village people could ill afford to break with him. The work made by Tompkins was strong enough, but Tompkins was no artist in leather. Lyon's fit was good, and his shoes neat in appearance, but they had no wear in them. So Andy Lovell had the run of work, and in a few years laid by enough to make him feel independent. Now this feeling of independence is differently based with different men. Some must have hundreds of thousands of dollars for it to rest upon, while others find tens of thousands sufficient. A few drop below the tens, and count by units. Of this last number was Andy Lovell, the shoemaker.

      When Andy opened his shop and set up business for himself, he was twenty-four years of age. Previous to that time he had worked as journeyman, earning