THE CONSPIRACY
Rutherford Richmond recognized Ben Mayberry at the same instant that the latter identified him. But neither gave any evidence of the fact that could be understood by other parties.
Ben took his position with Dolly by his side, and they were without doubt the handsomest couple on the floor that evening. Their mutual interest was so marked that everyone present noticed it, and it caused comment without end.
“Yes, I believe he sweeps out the office for a telegraph company. He manages to save up enough money in the course of a year to buy a decent suit of clothes.”
Ben Mayberry was sitting down at the end of one of the dances, when he overheard these words, which he knew referred to him. Dolly had excused herself for a few minutes, and he was alone, sniffing at a fragrant bouquet which he was protecting from all damage for her benefit.
He knew, further, that the remark was intended for his ears, but he affected not to know it, while he furtively glanced behind him. There stood Master Rutherford Richmond, with three or four lads. They were all jealous of Ben, and were discussing his merits for his own especial benefit.
“I understand he gets fifty cents a week for his work,” observed another, making sure his voice was elevated enough to be heard half across the room, “which is a big sum for him.”
“I don’t understand why Miss Jennie” (referring to Jennie Grandin, who gave the party) “allows such cattle here,” struck in a third, in the same off-hand manner.
Rutherford Richmond took upon himself to give the reason.
“It was all on account of Dolly. You know she is kind-hearted, and I understand this booby went to her and begged that she would give him a chance to see how a party of high-toned people looked. She couldn’t very well refuse, and now she is trotting him around for the rest of us to laugh at.”