Timothy Crump's Ward: A Story of American Life

  THE baker introduced to the reader's notice in the last chapter wasnamed Crump. Singularly enough Abel Crump, for this was his name, was abrother of Timothy Crump, the cooper. In many respects he resembledhis brother. He was an excellent man, exemplary in all the relations oflife, and had a good heart. He was in very comfortable circumstances,having accumulated a little property by diligent attention to hisbusiness. Like his brother, Abel Crump had married, and had one child,now about the size of Ida, that is, nine years old. She had received thename of Ellen.

  When the baker closed his shop for the night he did not forget thesilver dollar which he had received, or the disposal which he told Idahe should make of it.

  He selected it carefully from the other coins, and slipped it into hisvest pocket.

  Ellen ran to meet him as he entered the house.

  "What do you think I have brought you, Ellen?" said her father, smiling.

  "Do tell me quick," said the child, eagerly.

  "What if I should tell you it was a silver dollar?"

  "Oh, father, thank you," and Ellen ran to show it to her mother.

  "You got it at the shop?" asked his wife.

  "Yes," said the baker; "I received it from a little girl about the sizeof Ellen, and I suppose it was that gave me the idea of bringing it hometo her."

  "Was she a pretty little girl?" asked Ellen, interested.

  "Yes, she was very attractive. I could not help feeling interested inher. I hope she will come again."

  This was all that passed concerning Ida at that time. The thought of herwould have passed from the baker's mind, if it had not been recalled bycircumstances.

  Ellen, like most girls of her age, when in possession of money, couldnot be easy until she had spent it. Her mother advised her to lay itaway, or perhaps deposit it in some Savings Bank; but Ellen preferredpresent gratification.

  Accordingly one afternoon, when walking out with her mother, shepersuaded her to go into a toy shop, and price a doll which she saw inthe window. The price was sixty-two cents. Ellen concluded to take it,and tendered the silver dollar in payment.

  The shopman took it into his hand, glancing at it carelessly at first,then scrutinizing it with considerable attention.

  "What is the matter?" inquired Mrs. Crump. "It is good, isn't it?"

  "That is what I am doubtful of," was the reply.

  "It is new."

  "And that is against it. If it were old, it would be more likely to begenuine."

  "But you wouldn't (sic) comdemn a piece because it was new?"

  "Certainly not; but the fact is, there have been lately many cases wherespurious dollars have been circulated, and I suspect this is one ofthem. However, I can soon test it."

  "I wish you, would," said Mrs. Crump. "My husband took it at his shop,and will be likely to take more unless he is placed on his guard."

  The shopman retired a moment, and then reappeared.

  "It is as I thought," he said. "The coin is not good."

  "And can't I pass it, then?" said Ellen, disappointed.

  "I am afraid not."

  "Then I don't see, Ellen," said her mother, "but you will have to giveup your purchase for to-day. We must tell your father of this."

  Mr. Crump was exceedingly surprised at his wife's account.

  "Really," he said, "I had no suspicion of this. Can it be possible thatsuch a beautiful child could be guilty of such a crime?"

  "Perhaps not," said his wife. "She may be as innocent in the matter asEllen or myself."

  "I hope so," said the baker; "it would be a pity that such a childshould be given to wickedness. However, I shall find out before long."

  "How?"

  "She will undoubtedly come again some time, and if she offers me one ofthe same coins I shall know what to think."

  Mr. Crump watched daily for the coming of Ida. He waited some days invain. It was not the policy of Peg to send the child too often to thesame place, as that would increase the chances of detection.

  One day, however, Ida entered the shop as before.

  "Good morning," said the baker. "What will you have to-day?"

  "You may give me a sheet of gingerbread, sir."

  The baker placed it in her hands.

  "How much will it be?"

  "Twelve cents."

  Ida offered him another silver dollar.

  As if to make change, he stepped from behind the counter, and managed toplace himself between Ida and the door.

  "What is your name, my child?" he asked.

  "Ida, sir."

  "Ida? A very pretty name; but what is your other name?"

  Ida hesitated a moment, because Peg had forbidden her to use the nameof Crump, and told her if the inquiry was ever made, she must answerHardwick.

  She answered, reluctantly, "My name is Ida Hardwick."

  The baker observed the hesitation, and this increased his suspicions.

  "Hardwick!" he repeated, musingly, endeavoring to draw from the childas much information as he could before allowing her to perceive that hesuspected her. "And where do you live?"

  Ida was a child of spirit, and did not understand why she should bequestioned so closely. She said, with some impatience, "I am in a hurry,sir, and would like to have you hand me the change as soon as you can."

  "I have no doubt of it," said the baker, his manner changing; "but youcannot go just yet."

  "And why not?" asked Ida, her eyes flashing.

  "Because you have been trying to deceive me."

  "I trying to deceive you!" exclaimed the child, in astonishment.

  "Really," thought Mr. Crump, "she does it well, but no doubt they trainher to it. It is perfectly shocking, such depravity in a child."

  "Don't you remember buying something here a week ago?" he said, in asstern a tone as his good nature would allow him to employ.

  "Yes," said Ida, promptly; "I bought two rolls at three cents a piece."

  "And what did you offer me in payment?"

  "I handed you a silver dollar."

  "Like this?" asked Mr. Crump, holding up the coin.

  "Yes, sir."

  "And do you mean to say," said the baker, sternly, "that you didn't knowit was bad when you handed it to me?"

  "Bad!" exclaimed Ida, in great surprise.

  "Yes, spurious. It wasn't worth one tenth of a dollar."

  "And is this like it?"

  "Precisely."

  "Indeed, sir, I didn't know anything about it," said Ida, earnestly, "Ihope you will believe me when I say that I thought it was good."

  "I don't know what to think," said the baker, perplexed.

  "I don't know whether to believe you or not," said he. "Have you anyother money?"

  "That is all I have got."

  "Of course, I can't let you have the gingerbread. Some would deliver youup into the hands of the police. However, I will let you go if you willmake me one promise."

  "Oh, anything, sir."

  "You have given me a bad dollar. Will you promise to bring me a good oneto-morrow?"

  Ida made the required promise, and was allowed to go.

  CHAPTER XIV. DOUBTS AND FEARS.