heart and kept her memory alive by the simple magic of her
innocence; these little men were just learning to feel this power,
and to love it for its gentle influence, not ashamed to let the small
hand lead them, nor to own their loyalty to womankind, even in
the bud.
CHAPTER XIV DAMON AND PYTHIAS
Mrs. Bhaer was right; peace was only a temporary lull, a storm
was brewing, and two days after Bess left, a moral earthquake
shook Plumfield to its centre.
Tommy’s hens were at the bottom of the trouble, for if they had not
persisted in laying so many eggs, he could not have sold them and
made such sums. Money is the root of all evil, and yet it is such a
useful root that we cannot get on without it any more than we can
without potatoes. Tommy certainly could not, for he spent his
income so recklessly, that Mr. Bhaer was obliged to insist on a
savings-bank, and presented him with a private one an imposing
tin edifice, with the name over the door, and a tall chimney, down
which the pennies were to go, there to rattle temptingly till leave
was given to open a sort of trap-door in the floor.
The house increased in weight so rapidly, that Tommy soon
became satisfied with his investment, and planned to buy
unheard-of treasures with his capital. He kept account of the sums
deposited, and was promised that he might break the bank as soon
as he had five dollars, on condition that he spent the money wisely.
Only one dollar was needed, and the day Mrs. Jo paid him for four
dozen eggs, he was so delighted, that he raced off to the barn to
display the bright quarters to Nat, who was also laying by money
for the long-desired violin.
“I wish I had ’em to put with my three dollars, then I’d soon get
enough to buy my fiddle,” he said, looking wistfully at the money.
“P’raps I’ll lend you some. I haven’t decided yet what I’ll do with
mine,” said Tommy, tossing up his quarters and catching them as
they fell.
“Hi! boys! come down to the brook and see what a jolly great
snake Dan’s got!” called a voice from behind the barn.
“Come on,” said Tommy; and, laying his money inside the old
winnowing machine, away he ran, followed by Nat.
The snake was very interesting, and then a long chase after a lame
crow, and its capture, so absorbed Tommy’s mind and time, that he
never thought of his money till he was safely in bed that night.
“Never mind, no one but Nat knows where it is,” said the
easy-going lad, and fell asleep untroubled by any anxiety about his
property.
Next morning, just as the boys assembled for school, Tommy
rushed into the room breathlessly, demanding,
“I say, who has got my dollar?”
“What are you talking about?” asked Franz.
Tommy explained, and Nat corroborated his statement.
Every one else declared they knew nothing about it, and began to
look suspiciously at Nat, who got more and more alarmed and
confused with each denial.
“Somebody must have taken it,” said Franz, as Tommy shook his
fist at the whole party, and wrathfully declared that
“By thunder turtles! if I get hold of the thief, I’ll give him what he
won’t forget in a hurry.”
“Keep cool, Tom; we shall find him out; thieves always come to
grief,” said Dan, as one who knew something of the matter.
“May be some tramp slept in the barn and took it,” suggested Ned.
“No, Silas don’t allow that; besides, a tramp wouldn’t go looking in
that old machine for money,” said Emil, with scorn.
“Wasn’t it Silas himself?” said Jack.
“Well, I like that! Old Si is as honest as daylight. You wouldn’t
catch him touching a penny of ours,” said Tommy, handsomely
defending his chief admirer from suspicion.
“Whoever it was had better tell, and not wait to be found out,” said
Demi, looking as if an awful misfortune had befallen the family.
“I know you think it’s me,” broke out Nat, red and excited.
“You are the only one who knew where it was,” said Franz.