"I am sorry for this occurrence, Ropes," said Mr. Redwood, with a touch
of sympathy in his voice.

"Do you believe me guilty, Mr. Redwood?"

"I cannot do otherwise. I hope you are innocent, and, if so, that the
really guilty party will be discovered sooner or later."

"Thank you, sir."

When they entered the room in which Rodney had been employed Jasper came
up, his face alive with curiosity.

"Well," he said, "how did you come out?"

"I am discharged," said Rodney bitterly.

"Well, you couldn't complain of that. Things looked pretty dark for
you."

"If I had committed the theft, I would not complain. Indeed, I would
submit to punishment without a murmur. But it is hard to suffer while
innocent."

"Uncle James," said Jasper, "if Ropes is going will you ask Mr. Goodnow
to put me in his place?"

Even Mr. Redwood was disgusted by this untimely request.

"It would be more becoming," he said sharply, "if you would wait till
Ropes was fairly out of the store before applying for his position."

"I want to be in time. I don't want any one to get ahead of me."

James Redwood did not deign a reply.

"I am sorry you leave us under such circumstances, Ropes," he said. "The
time may come when you will be able to establish your innocence, and in
that case Mr. Goodnow will probably take you back again."

Rodney did not answer, but with his order went to the cashier's desk and
received the four dollars due him. Then, with a heavy heart, he left the
store where it had been such a satisfaction to him to work.

On Broadway he met his room mate, Mike Flynn, in the uniform of a
telegraph boy.

"Where are you goin', Rodney?" asked Mike. "You ain't let off so early,
are you?"

"I am let off for good and all, Mike."

"What's that?"

"I am discharged."

"What for?" asked Mike in amazement.

"I will tell you when you get home tonight."

Rodney went back to his room, and lay down sad and despondent. Some
hours later Mike came in, and was told the story. The warm hearted
telegraph boy was very angry.

"That boss of yours must be a stupid donkey," he said.

"I don't know. The parcel was found in my room."

"Anybody'd know to look at you that you wouldn't steal."

"Some thieves look very innocent. The only way to clear me is to find
out who left the bundle at the house."

"Doesn't Mrs. McCarty know anything about it?"

"No; I asked her."

"Some one might have got into the house without her knowing anything
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