CHAPTER XXI

JOHN WADE'S DISAPPOINTMENT


Mr. Wharton sat at dinner with his nephew and the housekeeper. He
had been at home for some time, and of course on his arrival had been
greeted with the news of our hero's perfidy. But, to the indignation of
Mrs. Bradley and John, he was obstinately incredulous.

"There is some mistake, I am sure," he said. "Such a boy as Frank is
incapable of stealing. You may be mistaken after all, John. Why did you
not let him stay till I got back? I should like to have examined him
myself."

"I was so angry with him for repaying your kindness in such a way that I
instantly ordered him out of the house."

"I blame you, John, for your haste," said his uncle. "It was not just to
the boy."

"I acted for the best, sir," he forced himself to say in a subdued tone.

"Young people are apt to be impetuous, and I excuse you; but you should
have waited for my return. I will call at Gilbert & Mack's, and inquire
of Frank himself what explanation he has to give."

"Of course, sir, you will do what you think proper," said his nephew.

This ended the conversation, and Mr. Wharton, according to his declared