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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Paul the Peddler + The Fortunes of a Young Street Merchant + +Author: Horatio Alger, Jr. + +Release Date: March 18, 2006 [EBook #659] +Last Updated: January 9, 2019 + + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PAUL THE PEDDLER *** + + + + +Produced by Charles Keller and David Widger + + + + + +</pre> + + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <h1> + PAUL THE PEDDLER, + </h1> + <h2> + OR THE FORTUNES OF A YOUNG STREET MERCHANT <br /> <br /> By Horatio Alger, + Jr. + </h2> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <blockquote> + <p class="toc"> + <big><b>CONTENTS</b></big> + </p> + <p> + <br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0001"> BIOGRAPHY AND BIBLIOGRAPHY </a><br /><br /> + <a href="#link2H_4_0002"> <big><b>PAUL THE PEDDLER</b></big> </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0001"> CHAPTER I -- PAUL THE PEDDLER </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0002"> CHAPTER II -- PAUL AT HOME </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0003"> CHAPTER III -- PAUL HAS COMPETITORS </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0004"> CHAPTER IV -- TEDDY GIVES UP BUSINESS </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0005"> CHAPTER V -- PAUL LOSES HIS BASKET </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0006"> CHAPTER VI -- PAUL AS AN ARTIST </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0007"> CHAPTER VII -- A NEW BUSINESS </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0008"> CHAPTER VIII -- A STROKE OF ILL LUCK </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0009"> CHAPTER IX -- A NEW PATRON </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0010"> CHAPTER X -- ANOTHER LOSS </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0011"> CHAPTER XI -- BARCLAY & CO. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0012"> CHAPTER XII -- THE BARREL THIEF </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0013"> CHAPTER XIII -- OUT OF BUSINESS </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0014"> CHAPTER XIV -- THE DIAMOND RING </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0015"> CHAPTER XV -- THE PAWNBROKER'S SHOP </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0016"> CHAPTER XVI -- THE JEWELER'S PRICE </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0017"> CHAPTER XVII -- MR. FELIX MONTGOMERY </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0018"> CHAPTER XVIII -- A CLEVER THIEF </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0019"> CHAPTER XIX -- PAUL DELIBERATES </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0020"> CHAPTER XX -- THE THIEF IN DISGUISE </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0021"> CHAPTER XXI -- PAUL IS CHECKMATED </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0022"> CHAPTER XXII -- A MAN OF RESOURCES </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0023"> CHAPTER XXIII -- A NEW EXPEDIENT </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0024"> CHAPTER XXIV -- MR. MONTGOMERY'S ARREST </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0025"> CHAPTER XXV -- PAUL'S FINAL SUCCESS </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0026"> CHAPTER XXVI -- CONCLUSION </a> + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0001" id="link2H_4_0001"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> <br /> <br /> + </p> + <h2> + BIOGRAPHY AND BIBLIOGRAPHY + </h2> + <p> + Horatio Alger, Jr., an author who lived among and for boys and himself + remained a boy in heart and association till death, was born at Revere, + Mass., January 13, 1834. He was the son of a clergyman, was graduated at + Harvard College in 1852, and at its Divinity School in 1860 and was pastor + of the Unitarian Church at Brewster, Mass., in 1862-66. + </p> + <p> + In the latter year he settled in New York and began drawing public + attention to the condition and needs of street boys. He mingled with them, + gained their confidence showed a personal concern in their affairs, and + stimulated them to honest and useful living. With his first story he won + the hearts of all red-blooded boys everywhere, and of the seventy or more + that followed over a million copies were sold during the author's + lifetime. + </p> + <p> + In his later life he was in appearance a short, stout, bald-headed man, + with cordial manners and whimsical views of things that amused all who met + him. He died at Natick, Mass., July 18, 1899. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Alger's stories are as popular now as when first published, because + they treat of real live boys who were always up and about—just like + the boys found everywhere to-day. They are pure in tone and inspiring in + influence, and many reforms in the juvenile life of New York may be traced + to them. Among the best known are: + </p> + <p> + Strong and Steady; Strive and Succeed; Try and Trust; Bound to Rise; Risen + from the Ranks; Herbert Carter's Legacy; Brave and Bold; Jack's Ward; + Shifting for Himself; Wait and Hope; Paul the Peddler; Phil the Fiddler; + Slow and Sure; Julius the Street Boy; Tom the Bootblack; Struggling + Upward, Facing the World; The Cash Boy; Making His Way; Tony the Tramp; + Joe's Luck; Do and Dare; Only an Irish Boy; Sink or Swim; A Cousin's + Conspiracy; Andy Gordon; Bob Burton; Harry Vane; Hector's Inheritance; + Mark Mason's Triumph; Sam's Chance; The Telegraph Boy; The Young + Adventurer; The Young Outlaw; The Young Salesman, and Luke Walton. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0002" id="link2H_4_0002"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + PAUL THE PEDDLER + </h2> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0001" id="link2HCH0001"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER I + </h2> + <h3> + PAUL THE PEDDLER + </h3> + <p> + “Here's your prize packages! Only five cents! Money prize in every + package! Walk up, gentlemen, and try your luck!” + </p> + <p> + The speaker, a boy of fourteen, stood in front of the shabby brick + building, on Nassau street, which has served for many years as the New + York post office. In front of him, as he stood with his back to the + building, was a small basket, filled with ordinary letter envelopes, each + labeled “Prize Package.” + </p> + <p> + His attractive announcement, which, at that time, had also the merit of + novelty—for Paul had himself hit upon the idea, and manufactured the + packages, as we shall hereafter explain—drew around him a + miscellaneous crowd, composed chiefly of boys. + </p> + <p> + “What's in the packages, Johnny?” asked a bootblack, with his box strapped + to his back. + </p> + <p> + “Candy,” answered Paul. “Buy one. Only five cents.” + </p> + <p> + “There ain't much candy,” answered the bootblack, with a disparaging + glance. + </p> + <p> + “What if there isn't? There's a prize.” + </p> + <p> + “How big a prize?” + </p> + <p> + “There's a ten-cent stamp in some of 'em. All have got something in 'em.” + </p> + <p> + Influenced by this representation, the bootblack drew out a five-cent + piece, and said: + </p> + <p> + “Pitch one over then. I guess I can stand it.” An envelope was at once + handed him. + </p> + <p> + “Open it, Johnny,” said a newsboy at his side. Twenty curious eyes were + fixed upon him as he opened the package. He drew out rather a scanty + supply of candy, and then turning to Paul, with a look of indignation, + said: + </p> + <p> + “Where's the prize? I don't see no prize. Give me back my five cents.” + </p> + <p> + “Give it to me. I'll show you,” said the young merchant. + </p> + <p> + He thrust in his finger, and drew out a square bit of paper, on which was + written—One Cent. + </p> + <p> + “There's your prize,” he added, drawing a penny from his pocket. + </p> + <p> + “It ain't much of a prize,” said the buyer. “Where's your ten cents?” + </p> + <p> + “I didn't say I put ten cents into every package,” answered Paul. + </p> + <p> + “I'd burst up pretty quick if I did that. Who'll have another package? + Only five cents!” + </p> + <p> + Curiosity and taste for speculation are as prevalent among children as + with men, so this appeal produced its effect. + </p> + <p> + “Give me a package,” said Teddy O'Brien, a newsboy, stretching out a dirty + hand, containing the stipulated sum. He also was watched curiously as he + opened the package. He drew out a paper bearing the words—Two Cents. + </p> + <p> + “Bully for you, Teddy! You've had better luck than I,” said the bootblack. + </p> + <p> + The check was duly honored, and Teddy seemed satisfied, though the amount + of candy he received probably could not have cost over half-a-cent. Still, + he had drawn twice as large a prize as the first buyer, and that was + satisfactory. + </p> + <p> + “Who'll take the next?” asked Paul, in a businesslike manner. “Maybe + there's ten cents in this package. That's where you double your money. + Walk up, gentlemen. Only five cents!” + </p> + <p> + Three more responded to this invitation, one drawing a prize of two cents, + the other two of one cent each. Just then, as it seemed doubtful whether + any more would be purchased by those present, a young man, employed in a + Wall street house, came out of the post office. + </p> + <p> + “What have you got here?” he asked, pausing. + </p> + <p> + “Prize packages of candy! Money prize in every package! Only five cents!” + </p> + <p> + “Give me one, then. I never drew a prize in my life.” + </p> + <p> + The exchange was speedily made. + </p> + <p> + “I don't see any prize,” he said, opening it. + </p> + <p> + “It's on a bit of paper, mister,” said Teddy, nearly as much interested as + if it had been his own purchase. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, yes, I see. Well, I'm in luck. Ten cents!” + </p> + <p> + “Ten cents!” exclaimed several of the less fortunate buyers, with a shade + of envy. + </p> + <p> + “Here's your prize, mister,” said Paul, drawing out a ten-cent stamp from + his vest pocket. + </p> + <p> + “Well, Johnny, you do things on the square, that's a fact. Just keep the + ten cents, and give me two more packages.” + </p> + <p> + This Paul did with alacrity; but the Wall street clerk's luck was at an + end. He got two prizes of a penny each. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” he said, “I'm not much out of pocket. I've bought three packages, + and it's only cost me three cents.” + </p> + <p> + The ten-cent prize produced a favorable effect on the business of the + young peddler. Five more packages were bought, and the contents eagerly + inspected; but no other large prize appeared. Two cents was the maximum + prize drawn. Their curiosity being satisfied, the crowd dispersed; but it + was not long before another gathered. In fact, Paul had shown excellent + judgment in selecting the front of the post office as his place of + business. Hundreds passed in and out every hour, besides those who passed + by on a different destination. Thus many ears caught the young peddler's + cry—“Prize packages! Only five cents apiece!”—and made a + purchase; most from curiosity, but some few attracted by the businesslike + bearing of the young merchant, and willing to encourage him in his efforts + to make a living. These last, as well as some of the former class, + declined to accept the prizes, so that these were so much gain to Paul. + </p> + <p> + At length but one package remained, and this Paul was some time getting + rid of. At last a gentleman came up, holding a little boy of seven by the + hand. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, buy me the package, papa?” he said, drawing his father's attention. + </p> + <p> + “What is there in it, boy?” asked the gentleman. + </p> + <p> + “Candy,” was the answer. + </p> + <p> + Alfred, for this was the little boy's name, renewed his entreaties, + having, like most boys, a taste for candy. + </p> + <p> + “There it is, Alfred,” said his father, handing the package to his little + son. + </p> + <p> + “There's a prize inside,” said Paul, seeing that they were about to pass. + </p> + <p> + “We must look for the prize by all means,” said the gentleman. “What is + this? One cent?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes sir”; and Paul held out a cent to his customer. + </p> + <p> + “Never mind about that! You may keep the prize.” + </p> + <p> + “I want it, pa,” interposed Alfred, with his mouth full of candy. + </p> + <p> + “I'll give you another,” said his father, still declining to accept the + proffered prize. + </p> + <p> + Paul now found himself in the enviable position of one who, at eleven + o'clock, had succeeded in disposing of his entire stock in trade, and that + at an excellent profit, as we soon shall see. Business had been more brisk + with him than with many merchants on a larger scale, who sometimes keep + open their shops all day without taking in enough to pay expenses. But, + then, it is to be considered that in Paul's case expenses were not a + formidable item. He had no rent to pay, for one thing, nor clerk hire, + being competent to attend to his entire business single-handed. All his + expense, in fact, was the first cost of his stock in trade, and he had so + fixed his prices as to insure a good profit on that. So, on the whole, + Paul felt very well satisfied at the result of his experiment, for this + was his first day in the prize-package business. + </p> + <p> + “I guess I'll go home,” he said to himself. “Mother'll want to know how I + made out.” He turned up Nassau street, and had reached the corner of + Maiden lane, when Teddy O'Brien met him. + </p> + <p> + “Did you sell out, Johnny?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” answered Paul. + </p> + <p> + “How many packages did you have?” + </p> + <p> + “Fifty.” + </p> + <p> + “That's bully. How much you made?” + </p> + <p> + “I can't tell yet. I haven't counted up,” said Paul. + </p> + <p> + “It's better'n sellin' papers, I'll bet. I've only made thirty cents the + day. Don't you want to take a partner, Johnny?” + </p> + <p> + “No, I don't think I do,” said Paul, who had good reason to doubt whether + such a step would be to his advantage. + </p> + <p> + “Then I'll go in for myself,” said Teddy, somewhat displeased at the + refusal. + </p> + <p> + “Go ahead! There's nobody to stop you,” said Paul. + </p> + <p> + “I'd rather go in with you,” said Teddy, feeling that there would be some + trouble in making the prize packages, but influenced still more by the + knowledge that he had not capital enough to start in the business alone. + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Paul, positively; “I don't want any partner. I can do well + enough alone.” + </p> + <p> + He was not surprised at Teddy's application. Street boys are as + enterprising, and have as sharp eyes for business as their elders, and no + one among them can monopolize a profitable business long. This is + especially the case with the young street merchant. When one has had the + good luck to find some attractive article which promises to sell briskly, + he takes every care to hide the source of his supply from his rivals in + trade. But this is almost impossible. Cases are frequent where such boys + are subjected to the closest espionage, their steps being dogged for hours + by boys who think they have found a good thing and are determined to share + it. In the present case Paul had hit upon an idea which seemed to promise + well, and he was determined to keep it to himself as long as possible. As + soon as he was subjected to competition and rivalry his gains would + probably diminish. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0002" id="link2HCH0002"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER II + </h2> + <h3> + PAUL AT HOME + </h3> + <p> + Paul went up Centre street and turned into Pearl. Stopping before a + tenement-house, he entered, and, going up two flights of stairs, opened a + door and entered. + </p> + <p> + “You are home early, Paul,” said a woman of middle age, looking up at his + entrance. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, mother; I've sold out.” + </p> + <p> + “You've not sold out the whole fifty packages?” she asked, in surprise. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I have. I had capital luck.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, you must have made as much as a dollar, and it's not twelve yet.” + </p> + <p> + “I've made more than that, mother. Just wait a minute, till I've reckoned + up a little. Where's Jimmy?” + </p> + <p> + “Miss Beckwith offered to take him out to walk with her, so I let him go. + He'll be back at twelve.” + </p> + <p> + While Paul is making a calculation, a few words of explanation and + description may be given, so that the reader may understand better how he + is situated. + </p> + <p> + The rooms occupied by Paul and his mother were three in number. The + largest one was about fourteen feet square, and was lighted by two + windows. It was covered with a neat, though well-worn, carpet; a few + cane-bottomed chairs were ranged at the windows, and on each side of the + table. There was a French clock on the mantel, a rocking chair for his + mother, and a few inexpensive engravings hung upon the walls. There was a + hanging bookcase containing two shelves, filled with books, partly school + books, supplemented by a few miscellaneous books, such as “Robinson + Crusoe,” “Pilgrim's Progress,” a volume of “Poetical Selections,” an odd + volume of Scott, and several others. Out of the main room opened two + narrow chambers, both together of about the same area as the main room. + One of these was occupied by Paul and Jimmy, the other by his mother. + </p> + <p> + Those who are familiar with the construction of a New York tenement-house + will readily understand the appearance of the rooms into which we have + introduced them. It must, however, be explained that few similar + apartments are found so well furnished. Carpets are not very common in + tenement-houses, and if there are any pictures, they are usually the + cheapest prints. Wooden chairs, and generally every object of the + cheapest, are to be met with in the dwellings of the New York poor. If we + find something better in the present instance, it is not because Paul and + his mother are any better off than their neighbors. On the contrary, there + are few whose income is so small. But they have seen better days, and the + furniture we see has been saved from the time of their comparative + prosperity. + </p> + <p> + As Paul is still at his estimate, let us improve the opportunity by giving + a little of their early history. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Hoffman, the father of Paul, was born in Germany, but came to New York + when a boy of twelve, and there he grew up and married, his wife being an + American. He was a cabinetmaker, and, being a skillful workman, earned + very good wages, so that he was able to maintain his family in comfort. + They occupied a neat little cottage in Harlem, and lived very happily, for + Mr. Hoffman was temperate and kind, when an unfortunate accident clouded + their happiness, and brought an end to their prosperity. In crossing + Broadway at its most crowded part, the husband and father was run over by + a loaded dray, and so seriously injured that he lived but a few hours. + Then the precarious nature of their prosperity was found out. Mr. Hoffman + had not saved anything, having always lived up to the extent of his + income. It was obviously impossible for them to continue to live in their + old home, paying a rent of twenty dollars per month. Besides, Paul did not + see any good opportunity to earn his living in Harlem. So, at his + instigation, his mother moved downtown, and took rooms in a tenement-house + in Pearl street, agreeing to pay six dollars a month for apartments which + would now command double the price. They brought with them furniture + enough to furnish the three rooms, selling the rest for what it would + bring, and thus obtaining a small reserve fund, which by this time was + nearly exhausted. + </p> + <p> + Once fairly established in their new home, Paul went out into the streets + to earn his living. The two most obvious, and, on the whole, most + profitable trades, were blacking boots and selling newspapers. To the + first Paul, who was a neat boy, objected on the score that it would keep + his hands and clothing dirty, and, street boy though he had become, he had + a pride in his personal appearance. To selling papers he had not the same + objection, but he had a natural taste for trade, and this led him to join + the ranks of the street peddlers. He began with vending matches, but found + so much competition in the business, and received so rough a reception + oftentimes from those who had repeated calls from others in the same + business, that he gave it up, and tried something else. But the same + competition which crowds the professions and the higher employments + followed by men, prevails among the street trades which are pursued by + boys. If Paul had only had himself to support, he could have made a fair + living at match selling, or any other of the employments he took up; but + his mother could not earn much at making vests, and Jimmy was lame, and + could do nothing to fill the common purse, so that Paul felt that his + earnings must be the main support of the family, and naturally sought out + what would bring him in most money. + </p> + <p> + At length he had hit upon selling prize packages, and his first experience + in that line are recorded in the previous chapter. Adding only that it was + now a year since his father's death, we resume our narrative. + </p> + <p> + “Do you want to know how much I've made, mother?” asked Paul, looking up + at length from his calculation. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Paul.” + </p> + <p> + “A dollar and thirty cents.” + </p> + <p> + “I did not think it would amount to so much. The prizes came to + considerable, didn't they?” + </p> + <p> + “Listen, and I will tell you how I stand: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + One pound of candy . . . . . . . . .20 + Two packs of envelopes . . . . . . . .10 + Prize. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .90 + + —— + That makes . . . . . . . . . . . . $1.20 +</pre> + <p> + I sold the fifty packages at five cents each, and that brought me in two + dollars and a half. Taking out the expenses, it leaves me a dollar and + thirty cents. Isn't that doing well for one morning's work?” + </p> + <p> + “It's excellent; but I thought your prizes amounted to more than ninety + cents.” + </p> + <p> + “So they did, but several persons who bought wouldn't take their prizes, + and that was so much gain.” + </p> + <p> + “You have done very well, Paul. I wish you might earn as much every day.” + </p> + <p> + “I'm going to earn some more this afternoon. I bought a pound of candy on + the way home, and some cheap envelopes, and I'll be making up a new stock + while I am waiting for dinner.” + </p> + <p> + Paul took out his candy and envelopes, and set about making up the + packages. + </p> + <p> + “Did any complain of the small amount of candy you put in?” + </p> + <p> + “A few; but most bought for the sake of the prizes.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps you had better be a little more liberal with your candy, and then + there may not be so much dissatisfaction where the prize is only a penny.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't know but your are right, mother. I believe I'll only make thirty + packages with this pound, instead of fifty. Thirty'll be all I can sell + this afternoon.” + </p> + <p> + Just then the door opened, and Paul's brother entered. + </p> + <p> + Jimmy Hoffman, or lame Jimmy, as he was often called, was a + delicate-looking boy of ten, with a fair complexion and sweet face, but + incurably lame, a defect which, added to his delicate constitution, was + likely to interfere seriously with his success in life. But, as frequently + happens, Jimmy was all the more endeared to his mother and brother by his + misfortune and bodily weakness, and if either were obliged to suffer from + poverty, Jimmy would be spared the suffering. + </p> + <p> + “Well, Jimmy, have you had a pleasant walk?” asked his mother. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, mother; I went down to Fulton Market. There's a good deal to see + there.” + </p> + <p> + “A good deal more than in this dull room, Jimmy.” + </p> + <p> + “It doesn't seem dull to me, mother, while you are here. How did you make + out selling your prize packages?” + </p> + <p> + “They are all sold, Jimmy, every one. I am making some more.” + </p> + <p> + “Shan't I help you?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I would like to have you. Just take those envelopes, and write prize + packages on every one of them.” + </p> + <p> + “All right, Paul,” and Jimmy, glad to be of use, got the pen and ink, and, + gathering up the envelopes, began to inscribe them as he had been + instructed. + </p> + <p> + By the time the packages were made up, dinner was ready. It was not a very + luxurious repast. There was a small piece of rump steak—not more + than three-quarters of a pound—a few potatoes, a loaf of bread, and + a small plate of butter. That was all; but then the cloth that covered the + table was neat and clean, and the knives and forks were as bright as new, + and what there was tasted good. + </p> + <p> + “What have you been doing this morning, Jimmy?” asked Paul. + </p> + <p> + “I have been drawing, Paul. Here's a picture of Friday. I copied it from + 'Robinson Crusoe.'” + </p> + <p> + He showed the picture, which was wonderfully like that in the book, for + this—the gift of drawing—was Jimmy's one talent, and he + possessed it in no common degree. + </p> + <p> + “Excellent, Jimmy!” said Paul. “You're a real genius. I shouldn't be + surprised if you'd make an artist some day.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish I might,” said Jimmy, earnestly. “There's nothing I'd like + better.” + </p> + <p> + “I'll tell you what, Jimmy. If I do well this afternoon, I'll buy you a + drawing-book and some paper, to work on while mother and I are busy.” + </p> + <p> + “If you can afford it, Paul, I should like it so much. Some time I might + earn something that way.” + </p> + <p> + “Of course you may,” said Paul, cheerfully. “I won't forget you.” + </p> + <p> + Dinner over, Paul went out to business, and was again successful, getting + rid of his thirty packages, and clearing another dollar. Half of this he + invested in a drawing-book, a pencil and some drawing-paper for Jimmy. + Even then he had left of his earnings for the day one dollar and eighty + cents. But this success in the new business had already excited envy and + competition, as he was destined to find out on the morrow. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0003" id="link2HCH0003"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER III + </h2> + <h3> + PAUL HAS COMPETITORS + </h3> + <p> + The next morning Paul took his old place in front of the post office. He + set down his basket in front, and, taking one of the packages in his hand, + called out in a businesslike manner, as on the day before, “Here's your + prize packages! Only five cents! Money prize in every package! Walk up, + gentlemen, and try your luck!” + </p> + <p> + He met with a fair degree of success at first, managing in the course of + an hour to sell ten packages. All the prizes drawn were small, with the + exception of one ten-cent prize, which was drawn by a little bootblack, + who exclaimed: + </p> + <p> + “That's the way to do business, Johnny. If you've got any more of them + ten-cent prizes, I'll give you ten cents a piece for the lot.” + </p> + <p> + “Better buy some more and see,” said Paul. + </p> + <p> + “That don't go down,” said the other. “Maybe there'd be only a penny.” + </p> + <p> + Nevertheless, the effect of this large prize was to influence the sale of + three other packages; but as neither of these contained more than two-cent + prizes, trade began to grow dull, and for ten minutes all Paul's eloquent + appeals to gentlemen to walk up and try their luck produced no effect. + </p> + <p> + At this point Paul found that there was a rival in the field. + </p> + <p> + Teddy O'Brien, who had applied for a partnership the day before, came up + with a basket similar to his own, apparently filled with similar packages. + He took a position about six feet distant from Paul, and began to cry out, + in a shrill voice: + </p> + <p> + “Here's your bully prize packages! Best in the market! Here's where you + get your big prizes, fifty cents in some of 'em. Walk up boys, tumble up, + and take your pick afore they're gone. Fifty cents for five!” + </p> + <p> + “That's a lie, Teddy,” said Paul, who saw that his rival's attractive + announcement was likely to spoil his trade. + </p> + <p> + “No, 'tisn't,” said Teddy. “If you don't believe it, just buy one and + see.” + </p> + <p> + “I'll tell you what I'll do,” said Paul, “I'll exchange.” + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Teddy; “I ain't a-goin' to risk givin' fifty cents for one.” + </p> + <p> + “More likely you'd get ten for one. You're a humbug.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you really got any fifty-cent prizes?” asked a newsboy, who had sold + out his morning stock of papers, and was lounging about the post office + steps. + </p> + <p> + “Best way is to buy, Johnny,” said Teddy. + </p> + <p> + The boy did buy, but his prize amounted to only one cent. + </p> + <p> + “Didn't I tell you so?” said Paul. + </p> + <p> + “Just wait a while and see,” said Teddy. “The lucky feller hasn't come + along. Here, Mike, jest buy a package!” + </p> + <p> + Mike, a boy of fifteen, produced five cents, and said, “I don't mind if I + do.” + </p> + <p> + He selected a package, and, without opening it, slipped it into his + pocket. + </p> + <p> + “Why don't you open it?” said Teddy. + </p> + <p> + “What's the use?” said Mike. “There ain't no fifty cents inside.” + </p> + <p> + However, he drew it out of his pocket, and opened it. + </p> + <p> + “What's this?” he exclaimed, pulling out a piece of scrip. “Howly St. + Patrick! it's I that's in luck, anyhow I've got the fifty cents!” + </p> + <p> + And he held up to view a fifty-cent scrip. + </p> + <p> + “Let me look at it,” said Paul, incredulously. + </p> + <p> + But there was no room for doubt. It was a genuine fifty cents, as Paul was + compelled to admit. + </p> + <p> + “Didn't I tell you so?” said Teddy, triumphantly. “Here's where you get + fifty-cent prizes.” + </p> + <p> + The appeal was successful. The sight of the fifty-cent prize led to a + large call for packages, of which Teddy immediately sold ten, while Paul + found himself completely deserted. None of the ten, however, contained + over two cents. Still the possibility of drawing fifty cents kept up the + courage of buyers, while Paul's inducements were so far inferior that he + found himself wholly distanced. + </p> + <p> + “Don't you wish you'd gone pardners with me?” asked Teddy, with a + triumphant grin, noticing Paul's look of discomfiture. “You can't do + business alongside of me.” + </p> + <p> + “You can't make any money giving such big prizes,” said Paul. “You haven't + taken in as much as you've given yet.” + </p> + <p> + “All right,” said Teddy. “I'm satisfied if you are. Have a package, Jim?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Jim. “Mind you give me a good prize.” + </p> + <p> + The package was bought, and, on being opened, proved to contain fifty + cents also, to Paul's great amazement. How Teddy's business could pay, as + it was managed, he could not comprehend. One thing was certain, however, + his new competitor monopolized the trade, and for two hours Paul did not + get a solitary customer. + </p> + <p> + “There's something about this I don't understand,” he pondered, + thoughtfully. “He must lose money; but he's spoiled my trade.” + </p> + <p> + Paul did not like to give up his beat, but he found himself compelled to. + Accordingly he took his basket, and moved off toward Wall street. Here he + was able to start in business without competitors, and succeeded in + selling quite a number of packages, until a boy came up, and said: + </p> + <p> + “There's a feller up at the post office that's givin' fifty-cent prizes. I + got one of 'em.” + </p> + <p> + There was a group of half-a-dozen boys around Paul, two of whom were about + to invest; but on hearing thus they changed their intention, and walked of + in the direction of the post office. + </p> + <p> + Looking up, Paul saw that the boy who had injured his trade was Mike, who + had drawn the first fifty-cent prize from his competitor. + </p> + <p> + “Can't you stop interfering?” he said, angrily. “I've lost two customers + by you.” + </p> + <p> + “If you don't like it, you can lump it,” said Mike, insolently. “This is a + free country, ain't it?” + </p> + <p> + “It's a mean trick,” said Paul, indignantly. + </p> + <p> + “Say that ag'in, and I'll upset your basket,” returned Mike. + </p> + <p> + “I'll say it as often as I like,” said Paul, who wasn't troubled by + cowardice. “Come on, if you want to.” + </p> + <p> + Mike advanced a step, doubling his fists; but, finding that Paul showed no + particular sign of fear, he stopped short, saying: “I'll lick you some + other time.” + </p> + <p> + “You'd better put it off,” said Paul. “Have a prize package, sir? Only + five cents!” + </p> + <p> + This was addressed to a young man who came out of an insurance office. + </p> + <p> + “I don't mind if I do,” said the young man. “Five cents, is it? What prize + may I expect?” + </p> + <p> + “The highest is ten cents.” + </p> + <p> + “There's a boy around the post office that gives fifty-cent prizes, + mister,” said Mike. “You'd better buy of him.” + </p> + <p> + “I'll wait till another time,” said the young man. “Here's the money, + Johnny. Now for the package.” + </p> + <p> + “Look here,” said Paul, indignantly, when his customer had gone away; + “haven't you anything to do except to drive off my customers?” + </p> + <p> + “Give me two cents on every package,” said Mike, “and I'll tell 'em you + give dollar prizes.” + </p> + <p> + “That would be a lie, and I don't want to do business that way.” + </p> + <p> + Mike continued his persecutions a while longer, and then turned the corner + into Nassau street. + </p> + <p> + “I'm glad he's gone,” thought Paul. “Now there's a chance for me.” + </p> + <p> + He managed after a while to sell twenty of his packages. By this time it + was twelve o'clock, and he began to feel hungry. He resolved, therefore, + to go home to dinner and come out again in the afternoon. He didn't know + how much he had made, but probably about fifty cents. He had made more + than double as much the day before in less time; but then he did not + suffer from competition. + </p> + <p> + He began to doubt whether he could long pursue this business, since other + competitors were likely to spring up. + </p> + <p> + As he walked by the post office he had the curiosity to look and see how + his competitor was getting along. + </p> + <p> + Teddy had started, originally, with seventy-five packages; but of those + scarcely a dozen were left. A group of boys were around him. Among them + was Mike, who was just on the point of buying another package. As before, + he put it in his pocket, and it was not till Teddy asked, “What luck, + Mike?” that he drew it out, and opening it again, produced fifty cents. + </p> + <p> + “It's the big prize!” he said. “Sure I'm in luck, anyhow.” + </p> + <p> + “You're the boy that's lucky,” said Teddy, with a grin. + </p> + <p> + As Paul witnessed the scene a light broke upon him. Now he understood how + Teddy could afford to give such large prizes. Mike and the other boy, Jim, + were only confederates of his—decoy ducks—who kept drawing + over again the same prize, which was eventually given back to Teddy. It + was plain now why Mike put the package into his pocket before opening it. + It was to exchange it for another packet into which the money had + previously been placed, but which was supposed by the lookers-on to be the + same that had just been purchased. The prize could afterward be placed in + a new packet and used over again. + </p> + <p> + “That ain't the same package,” said Paul, announcing his discovery. “He + had it all the while in his pocket.” + </p> + <p> + “Look here,” blustered Mike, “you jest mind your own business! That's the + best thing for you.” + </p> + <p> + “Suppose I don't?” + </p> + <p> + “If you don't there may be a funeral to-morrow of a boy about your size.” + </p> + <p> + There was a laugh at Paul's expense, but he took it coolly. + </p> + <p> + “I'll send you a particular invitation to attend, if I can get anybody to + go over to the island.” + </p> + <p> + As Mike had been a resident at Blackwell's Island on two different + occasions, this produced a laugh at his expense, in the midst of which + Paul walked off. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0004" id="link2HCH0004"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IV + </h2> + <h3> + TEDDY GIVES UP BUSINESS + </h3> + <p> + “Have you sold all your packages, Paul?” asked Jimmy, as our hero entered + the humble room, where the table was already spread with a simple dinner. + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Paul, “I only sold twenty. I begin to think that the + prize-package business will soon be played out.” + </p> + <p> + “Why?” + </p> + <p> + “There's too many that'll go into it.” + </p> + <p> + Here Paul related his experience of the morning, explaining how it was + that Teddy had managed to distance him in the competition. + </p> + <p> + “Can't you do the same, Paul?” asked Jimmy. “Mother's got a gold dollar + she could lend you.” + </p> + <p> + “That might do,” said Paul; “but I don't know any boy I could trust to + draw it except you, and some of them would know we were brothers.” + </p> + <p> + “I think, Paul, that would be dishonest,” said Mrs. Hoffman. “I would + rather make less, if I were you, and do it honestly.” + </p> + <p> + “Maybe you're right, mother. I'll try it again this afternoon, keeping as + far away from Teddy as I can. If I find I can't make it go, I'll try some + other business.” + </p> + <p> + “Jimmy, have you shown Paul your drawing?” said his mother. + </p> + <p> + “Here it is, Paul,” said Jimmy, producing his drawing-book, from which he + had copied a simple design of a rustic cottage. + </p> + <p> + “Why, that's capital, Jimmy,” said Paul, in real surprise. “I had no idea + you would succeed so well.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you really think so, Paul?” asked the little boy, much pleased. + </p> + <p> + “I really do. How long did it take you?” + </p> + <p> + “Only a short time—not more than half an hour, I should think,” said + Mrs. Hoffman. “I think Jimmy succeeded very well.” + </p> + <p> + “You'll make a great artist some time, Jimmy,” said Paul. + </p> + <p> + “I wish I could,” said the little boy. “I should like to earn some money, + so that you and mother need not work so hard.” + </p> + <p> + “Hard work agrees with me. I'm tough,” said Paul. “But when we get to be + men, Jimmy, we'll make so much money that mother needn't work at all. She + shall sit in the parlor all day, dressed in silk, with nothing to do.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't think I would enjoy that,” said Mrs. Hoffman, smiling. + </p> + <p> + “Will you be in the candy business, then, Paul?” said Jimmy. + </p> + <p> + “No, Jimmy. It would never do for the brother of a great artist to be + selling candy round the streets. I hope I shall have something better to + do than that.” + </p> + <p> + “Sit down to dinner, Paul,” said his mother. “It's all ready.” + </p> + <p> + The dinner was not a luxurious one. There was a small plate of cold meat, + some potatoes, and bread and butter; but Mrs. Hoffman felt glad to be able + to provide even that, and Paul, who had the hearty appetite of a growing + boy, did full justice to the fare. They had scarcely finished, when a + knock was heard at the door. Paul, answering the summons, admitted a + stout, pleasant-looking Irishwoman. + </p> + <p> + “The top of the mornin' to ye, Mrs. Donovan,” said Paul, bowing + ceremoniously. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, ye'll be afther havin' your joke, Paul,” said Mrs. Donovan, + good-naturedly. “And how is your health, mum, the day?” + </p> + <p> + “I am well, thank you, Mrs. Donovan,” said Mrs. Hoffman. “Sit down to the + table, won't you? We're just through dinner, but there's something left.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, mum, I've jist taken dinner. I was goin' to wash this + afternoon, and I thought maybe you'd have some little pieces I could wash + jist as well as not.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, Mrs. Donovan, you are very kind; but you must have enough work + of your own to do.” + </p> + <p> + “I'm stout and strong, mum, and hard work agrees with me; but you're a + rale lady, and ain't used to it. It's only a thrifle, but if you want to + pay me, you could do a bit of sewin' for me. I ain't very good with the + needle. My fingers is too coarse, belike.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, Mrs. Donovan; on those terms I will agree to your kind offer. + Washing is a little hard for me.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Hoffman collected a few pieces, and, wrapping them up in a + handkerchief, handed them to her guest. + </p> + <p> + “And now what have you been doin', Jimmy darlint?” said Mrs. Donovan, + turning her broad, good-humored face toward the younger boy. + </p> + <p> + “I've been drawing a picture,” said Jimmy. “Would you like to see it?” + </p> + <p> + “Now, isn't that illigant?” exclaimed Mrs. Donovan, admiringly, taking the + picture and gazing at it with rapt admiration. “Who showed you how to do + it?” + </p> + <p> + “Paul bought me a book, and I copied it out of that.” + </p> + <p> + “You're a rale genius. Maybe you'll make pictures some time like them we + have in the church, of the Blessed Virgin and the Saints. Do you think you + could draw me, now?” she asked, with curiosity. + </p> + <p> + “I haven't got a piece of paper big enough,” said Jimmy, slyly. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, it's pokin' fun at me, ye are,” said Mrs. Donovan, good-humoredly. + “Just like my Pat; he run into the room yesterday sayin', 'Mother, there's + great news. Barnum's fat woman is dead, and he's comin' afther you this + afternoon. He'll pay you ten dollars a week and board.' 'Whist, ye + spalpeen!' said I; 'is it makin' fun of your poor mother, ye are?' but I + couldn't help laughing at the impertinence of the boy. But I must be + goin'.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you for your kind offer, Mrs. Donovan. Jimmy shall go to your room + for the sewing.” + </p> + <p> + “There's no hurry about that,” said Mrs. Donovan. “I'll jist bring it in + meself when it's ready.” + </p> + <p> + “She is very kind,” said Mrs. Hoffman, when Bridget Donovan had gone. “I + shall be glad to have her wash. I am apt to feel weak after it. What are + you going to do this afternoon, Paul?” + </p> + <p> + “I'll try to sell out the rest of my stock of packages. Perhaps I shan't + succeed, but I'll do my best. Shall you have another picture to show me + when I come back tonight, Jimmy?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Paul; I love to draw. I'm going to try this castle.” + </p> + <p> + “It's rather hard, isn't it?” + </p> + <p> + “I can do it,” said Jimmy, confidently. + </p> + <p> + Paul left the room with his basket on his arm. + </p> + <p> + He was drawn by curiosity to the spot where he had met with his first + success, as well as his first failure—the front of the post office. + Here he became witness to an unexpectedly lively scene; in other words, a + fight, in which Teddy O'Brien and his confederate, Mike, were the + contestants. To explain the cause of the quarrel, it must be stated that + it related to a division of the spoils. + </p> + <p> + Teddy had sold out his last package, seventy-five in number. For these he + had received five cents apiece, making in all three dollars and + seventy-five cents, of which all but a dollar and seventy-five cents, + representing the value of the prizes and the original cost of the packages + and their contents, was profit. Now, according to the arrangement entered + into between him and Mike, the latter, for his services, was to receive + one cent on every package sold. This, however, seemed to Teddy too much to + pay, so, when the time of reckoning came, he stoutly asseverated that + there were but sixty packages. + </p> + <p> + “That don't go down,” said Mike, indignantly; “it's nearer a hundred.” + </p> + <p> + “No, it isn't. It's only sixty. You've got the fifty cents, and I'll give + you ten more.” + </p> + <p> + “You must give me the whole sixty, then,” said Mike, changing his ground. + “I drawed the fifty as a prize.” + </p> + <p> + Teddy was struck with astonishment at the impudence of this assumption. + </p> + <p> + “It wasn't no prize,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, it was,” said Mike. “You said so yourself. Didn't he, Jim?” + </p> + <p> + Jim, who was also a confederate, but had agreed to accept twenty-five + cents in full for services rendered, promptly answered: + </p> + <p> + “Shure, Mike's right. It was a prize he drew.” + </p> + <p> + “You want to chate me!” said Teddy, angrily. + </p> + <p> + “What have you been doin' all the mornin'?” demanded Mike. “You're the + chap to talk about chatin', ain't you?” + </p> + <p> + “I'll give you twenty-five cents,” said Teddy, “and that's all I will give + you.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you've got to fight,” said Mike, squaring off. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, you've got to fight!” chimed in Jim, who thought he saw a chance for + more money. + </p> + <p> + Teddy looked at his two enemies, each of whom was probably more than a + match for himself, and was not long in deciding that his best course was + to avoid a fight by running. Accordingly, he tucked all the money into his + pocket, and, turning incontinently, fled down Liberty street, closely + pursued by his late confederates. Paul came up just in time to hear the + termination of the dispute and watch the flight of his late business + rival. + </p> + <p> + “I guess Teddy won't go into the business again,” he reflected. “I may as + well take my old stand.” + </p> + <p> + Accordingly he once more installed himself on the post office steps, and + began to cry, “Prize packages. Only five cents!” + </p> + <p> + Having no competitor now to interfere with his trade, he met with fair + success, and by four o'clock was able to start for home with his empty + basket, having disposed of all his stock in trade. + </p> + <p> + His profits, though not so great as the day before, amounted to a dollar. + </p> + <p> + “If I could only make a dollar every day,” thought Paul, “I would be + satisfied.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0005" id="link2HCH0005"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER V + </h2> + <h3> + PAUL LOSES HIS BASKET + </h3> + <p> + Paul continued in the prize-package business for three weeks. His success + varied, but he never made less than seventy-five cents a day, and + sometimes as much as a dollar and a quarter. He was not without + competitors. More than once, on reaching his accustomed stand, he found a + rival occupying it before him. In such cases he quietly passed on, and set + up his business elsewhere, preferring to monopolize the trade, though the + location might not be so good. + </p> + <p> + Teddy O'Brien did not again enter the field. We left him, at the end of + the last chapter, trying to escape from Mike and Jim, who demanded a + larger sum than he was willing to pay for their services. He succeeded in + escaping with his money, but the next day the two confederates caught him, + and Teddy received a black eye as a receipt in full of all demands. So, on + the whole, he decided that some other business would suit him better, and + resumed the blacking-box, which he had abandoned on embarking in + commercial pursuits. + </p> + <p> + Mike Donovan and Jim Parker were two notoriously bad boys, preferring to + make a living in any other way than by honest industry. As some of these + ways were not regarded as honest in the sight of the law, each had more + than once been sentenced to a term at Blackwell's Island. They made a + proposition to Paul to act as decoy ducks for him in the same way as for + Teddy. He liked neither of the boys, and did not care to be associated + with them. This refusal Mike and Jim resented, and determined to “pay off” + Paul if they ever got a chance. Our hero from time to time saw them + hovering about him, but took very little notice of them. + </p> + <p> + He knew that he was a match for either, though Mike exceeded him in size, + and he felt quite capable of taking care of himself. + </p> + <p> + One day Mike and Jim, whose kindred tastes led them to keep company, met + at the corner of Liberty and William streets. Mike looked unusually + dilapidated. He had had a scuffle the day before with another boy, and his + clothes, always well ventilated, got torn in several extra places. As it + was very uncertain when he would be in a financial condition to provide + himself with another suit, the prospect was rather alarming. Jim Parker + looked a shade more respectable in attire, but his face and hands were + streaked with blacking. To this, however, Jim had become so accustomed + that he would probably have felt uncomfortable with a clean face. + </p> + <p> + “How are you off for stamps, Jim?” asked Mike. + </p> + <p> + “Dead broke,” was the reply. + </p> + <p> + “So am I. I ain't had no breakfast.” + </p> + <p> + “Nor I 'cept an apple. Couldn't I eat, though?” + </p> + <p> + “Suppose we borrow a quarter of Paul Hoffman.” + </p> + <p> + “He wouldn't lend a feller.” + </p> + <p> + “Not if he knowed it,” said Mike, significantly. + </p> + <p> + “What do you mean, Mike?” asked Jim, with some curiosity. + </p> + <p> + “We'll borrow without leave.” + </p> + <p> + “How'll we do it?” + </p> + <p> + “I'll tell you,” said Mike. + </p> + <p> + He proceeded to unfold his plan, which was briefly this. The two were to + saunter up to where Paul was standing; and remain until the group, if + there were any around him should be dispersed. Then one was to pull his + hat over his eyes, while the other would snatch the basket containing his + prize packages, and run down Liberty street, never stopping until he + landed in a certain alley known to both boys. The other would run in a + different direction, and both would meet as soon as practicable for the + division of the spoils. It was yet so early that Paul could not have sold + many from his stock. As each contained a prize, varying from one penny to + ten, they would probably realize enough to buy a good breakfast, besides + the candy contained in the packages. More money might be obtained by + selling packages, but there was risk in this. Besides, it would take time, + and they decided that a bird in the hand was worth two in the bush. + </p> + <p> + “That's a good idea,” said Jim, approvingly. “Who'll knock his hat over + his head?” + </p> + <p> + “You can,” said Mike, “and I'll grab the basket.” But to this Jim + demurred, for two reasons: first, he was rather afraid of Paul, whose + strength of arm he had tested on a previous occasion; and, again, he was + afraid that if Mike got off with the basket he would appropriate the + lion's share. + </p> + <p> + “I'll grab the basket,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “What for?” said Mike, suspiciously, for he, too, felt some distrust of + his confederate. + </p> + <p> + “You're stronger'n I am, Mike,” said Jim. “Maybe he'd turn on me, and I + can't fight him as well as you.” + </p> + <p> + “That's so,” said Mike, who had rather a high idea of his own prowess, and + felt pleased with the compliment. “I'm a match for him.” + </p> + <p> + “Of course you be,” said Jim, artfully, “and he knows it.” + </p> + <p> + “Of course he does,” said Mike, boastfully. “I can lick him with one + hand.” + </p> + <p> + Jim had serious doubts of this, but he had his reasons for concurring in + Mike's estimate of his own powers. + </p> + <p> + “We'd better start now,” said Jim. “I'm awful hungry.” + </p> + <p> + “Come along, then.” + </p> + <p> + They walked up Liberty street, as far as Nassau. On reaching the corner + they saw their unconscious victim at his usual place. It was rather a + public place for an assault, and both boys would have hesitated had they + not been incited by a double motive—the desire of gain and a feeling + of hostility. + </p> + <p> + They sauntered along, and Mike pressed in close by Paul. + </p> + <p> + “What do you want?” asked Paul, not liking the vicinity. + </p> + <p> + “What's that to you?” demanded Mike. + </p> + <p> + “Quit crowdin' me.” + </p> + <p> + “I ain't crowdin'. I've got as much right to be here as you.” + </p> + <p> + “Here's your prize packages!” exclaimed Paul, in a businesslike tone. + </p> + <p> + “Maybe I'll buy one if you'll give me credit till to-morrow,” said Mike. + </p> + <p> + “Your credit isn't good with me,” said Paul. “You must pay cash down.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you won't trust me?” said Mike, pressing a little closer. + </p> + <p> + “No, I won't,” said Paul, decidedly. + </p> + <p> + “Then, take that, you spalpeen!” said Mike, suddenly pulling Paul's hat + over his eyes. + </p> + <p> + At the same time Jim, to whom he had tipped a wink, snatched the basket, + which Paul held loosely in his hand, and disappeared round the corner. + </p> + <p> + The attack was so sudden and unexpected that Paul was at first bewildered. + But he quickly recovered his presence of mind, and saw into the trick. He + raised his hat, and darted in pursuit of Mike, not knowing in what + direction his basket had gone. + </p> + <p> + “That's a mean trick!” he exclaimed, indignantly. “Give me back my basket, + you thief!” + </p> + <p> + “I ain't got no basket,” said Mike, facing round. + </p> + <p> + “Then you know where it is.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't know nothin' of your basket.” + </p> + <p> + “You pulled my hat over my eyes on purpose to steal my basket.” + </p> + <p> + “No, I didn't. You insulted me, that's why I did it.” + </p> + <p> + “Tell me where my basket is, or I'll lick you,” said Paul, incensed. + </p> + <p> + “I ain't nothin' to do with your basket.” + </p> + <p> + “Take that, then, for pulling my hat over my eyes,” and Paul, suiting the + action to the word, dealt Mike a staggering blow in the face. + </p> + <p> + “I'll murder you!” shouted Mike, furiously, dashing at Paul with a blow + which might have leveled him, if he had not fended it off. + </p> + <p> + Paul was not quarrelsome, but he knew how to fight, and he was prepared + now to fight in earnest, indignant as he was at the robbery which entailed + upon him a loss he could ill sustain. + </p> + <p> + “I'll give you all you want,” he said, resolutely, eyeing Mike warily, and + watching a chance to give him another blow. + </p> + <p> + The contest was brief, being terminated by the sudden and unwelcome + arrival of a policeman. + </p> + <p> + “What's this?” he asked authoritatively, surveying the combatants; Paul, + with his flushed face, and Mike, whose nose was bleeding freely from a + successful blow of his adversary. + </p> + <p> + “He pitched into me for nothin',” said Mike, glaring at Paul, and rubbing + his bloody nose on the sleeve of his ragged coat. + </p> + <p> + “That isn't true,” said Paul, excitedly. “He came up while I was selling + prize packages of candy in front of the post office, and pulled my hat + over my eyes, while another boy grabbed my basket.” + </p> + <p> + “You lie!” said Mike. “I don't know nothin' of your basket.” + </p> + <p> + “Why did you pull his hat over his eyes?” asked the policeman. + </p> + <p> + “Because he insulted me.” + </p> + <p> + “How did he insult you?” + </p> + <p> + “He wouldn't trust me till to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't blame him much for that,” said the policeman, who was aware of + Mike's shady reputation, having on a former occasion been under the + necessity of arresting him. Even without such acquaintance, Mike's general + appearance would hardly have recommended him to Officer Jones. + </p> + <p> + “I'll let you go this time,” he said, “but if I catch you fighting again + on my beat I'll march you off to the station-house.” + </p> + <p> + Mike was glad to escape, though he would almost have been willing to be + arrested if Paul could have been arrested also. + </p> + <p> + The officer walked away, and Mike started down the street. + </p> + <p> + Paul followed him. + </p> + <p> + That didn't suit Mike's ideas, as he was anxious to meet Jim and divide + the spoils with him. + </p> + <p> + “What are you follerin' me for?” he demanded, angrily. + </p> + <p> + “I have my reasons,” said Paul. + </p> + <p> + “Then you'd better stay where you are. Your company ain't wanted.” + </p> + <p> + “I know that,” said Paul, “but I'm going to follow you till I find my + basket.” + </p> + <p> + “What do I know of your basket?” + </p> + <p> + “That's what I want to find out.” + </p> + <p> + Mike saw, by Paul's resolute tone, that he meant what he said. Desirous of + shaking him of, he started on a run. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0006" id="link2HCH0006"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VI + </h2> + <h3> + PAUL AS AN ARTIST + </h3> + <p> + Paul was not slow in following Mike. He was a good runner, and would have + had no difficulty in keeping up with his enemy if the streets had been + empty. But to thread his way in and out among the numerous foot passengers + that thronged the sidewalks was not so easy. He kept up pretty well, + however, until, in turning a street corner, he ran at full speed into a + very stout gentleman, whose scanty wind was quite knocked out of him by + the collision. He glared in anger at Paul, but could not at first obtain + breath enough to speak. + </p> + <p> + “I beg your pardon, sir,” said Paul, who, in spite of his desire to + overtake Mike, felt it incumbent upon him to stop and offer an apology. + </p> + <p> + “What do you mean, sir,” exploded the fat man, at last, “by tearing + through the streets like a locomotive? You've nearly killed me.” + </p> + <p> + “I am very sorry, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “You ought to be. Don't you know better than to run at such speed? You + ought to be indicted as a public nuisance. + </p> + <p> + “I was trying to catch a thief,” said Paul. + </p> + <p> + “Trying to catch a thief? How's that?” asked the stout gentleman, his + indignation giving way to curiosity. + </p> + <p> + “I was selling packages in front of the post office when he and another + boy came up and stole my basket.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed! What were you selling?” + </p> + <p> + “Prize packages, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “What was in them?” + </p> + <p> + “Candy.” + </p> + <p> + “Could you make much that way?” + </p> + <p> + “About a dollar a day.” + </p> + <p> + “I'd rather have given you a dollar than had you run against me with such + violence. I feel it yet.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed, sir, I'm very sorry.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I'll forgive you, under the circumstances. What's your name?” + </p> + <p> + “Paul Hoffman.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I hope you'll get back your basket. Some time, if you see me in the + street, come up and let me know. Would you know me again?” + </p> + <p> + “I think I should, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, good-morning. I hope you'll catch the thief.” + </p> + <p> + “I thank you, sir.” + </p> + <p> + They parted company, but Paul did not continue the pursuit. The + conversation in which he had taken part had lasted so long that Mike had + had plenty of time to find a refuge, and there would be no use in + following him. + </p> + <p> + So Paul went home. + </p> + <p> + “You are home early, Paul,” said his mother. “Surely you haven't sold out + by this time.” + </p> + <p> + “No, but all my packages are gone.” + </p> + <p> + “How is that?” + </p> + <p> + “They were stolen.” + </p> + <p> + “Tell me about it.” + </p> + <p> + So Paul told the story. + </p> + <p> + “That Mike was awful mean,” said Jimmy, indignantly. “I'd like to hit + him.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't think you would hurt him much, Jimmy,” said Paul, amused at his + little brother's vehemence. + </p> + <p> + “Then I wish I was a big, strong boy,” said Jimmy. + </p> + <p> + “I hope you will be, some time.” + </p> + <p> + “How much was your loss, Paul?” asked his mother. + </p> + <p> + “There were nearly forty packages. They cost me about a dollar, but if I + had sold them all they would have brought me in twice as much. I had only + sold ten packages.” + </p> + <p> + “Shall you make some more?” + </p> + <p> + “No, I think not,” said Paul. “I've got tired of the business. It's + getting poorer every day. I'll go out after dinner, and see if I can't + find something else to do.” + </p> + <p> + “You ain't going out now, Paul?” said Jimmy. + </p> + <p> + “No, I'll stop and see you draw a little while.” + </p> + <p> + “That's bully. I'm going to try these oxen.” + </p> + <p> + “That's a hard picture. I don't think you can draw it, Jimmy.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I can,” said the little boy, confidently. “Just see if I don't.” + </p> + <p> + “Jimmy has improved a good deal,” said his mother. + </p> + <p> + “You'll be a great artist one of these days, Jimmy,” said Paul. + </p> + <p> + “I'm going to try, Paul,” said the little boy. “I like it so much.” + </p> + <p> + Little Jimmy had indeed made surprising progress in drawing. With no + instruction whatever, he had succeeded in a very close and accurate + imitation of the sketches in the drawing books Paul had purchased for him. + It was a great delight to the little boy to draw, and hour after hour, as + his mother sat at her work, he sat up to the table, and worked at his + drawing, scarcely speaking a word unless spoken to, so absorbed was he in + his fascinating employment. + </p> + <p> + Paul watched him attentively. + </p> + <p> + “You'll make a bully artist, Jimmy,” he said, at length, really surprised + at his little brother's proficiency. “If you keep on a little longer, + you'll beat me.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish you'd draw something, Paul,” said Jimmy. “I never saw any of your + drawings.” + </p> + <p> + “I am afraid, if you saw mine, it would discourage you,” said Paul. “You + know, I'm older and ought to draw better.” + </p> + <p> + His face was serious, but there was a merry twinkle of fun in his eyes. + </p> + <p> + “Of course, I know you draw better,” said Jimmy, seriously. + </p> + <p> + “What shall I draw?” asked Paul. + </p> + <p> + “Try this horse, Paul.” + </p> + <p> + “All right!” said Paul. “But you must go away; I don't want you to see it + till it is done.” + </p> + <p> + Jimmy left the table, and Paul commenced his attempt. Now, though Paul is + the hero of my story, I am bound to confess that he had not the slightest + talent for drawing, though Jimmy did not know it. It was only to afford + his little brother amusement that he now undertook the task. + </p> + <p> + Paul worked away for about five minutes. + </p> + <p> + “It's done,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “So quick?” exclaimed Jimmy, in surprise. “How fast you work!” + </p> + <p> + He drew near and inspected Paul's drawing. He had no sooner inspected it + than he burst into a fit of laughter. Paul's drawing was a very rough one, + and such a horse as he had drawn will never probably be seen until the + race has greatly degenerated. + </p> + <p> + “What's the matter, Jimmy?” asked Paul. “Don't you like it?” + </p> + <p> + “It's awful, Paul,” said the little boy, almost choking with mirth. + </p> + <p> + “I see how it is,” said Paul, with feigned resentment. “You're jealous of + me because you can't draw as well.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Paul, you'll kill me!” and Jimmy again burst into a fit of merriment. + “Can't you really draw any better?” + </p> + <p> + “No, Jimmy,” said Paul, joining in the laugh. “I can't draw any better + than an old cow. You've got all the talent in the family in that line.” + </p> + <p> + “But you're smart in other ways, Paul,” said Jimmy, who had a great + admiration of Paul, notwithstanding the discovery of his artistic + inferiority. + </p> + <p> + “I'm glad there's one that thinks so, Jimmy,” said Paul. “I'll refer to + you when I want a recommendation.” + </p> + <p> + Jimmy resumed his drawing, and was proud of the praises which Paul freely + bestowed upon him. + </p> + <p> + “I'll get you a harder drawing book when you've got through with these,” + said Paul; “that is, if I don't get reduced to poverty by having my stock + in trade stolen again.” + </p> + <p> + After a while came dinner. This meal in Mrs. Hoffman's household usually + came at twelve o'clock. It was a plain, frugal meal always, but on Sunday + they usually managed to have something a little better, as they had been + accustomed to do when Mr. Hoffman was alive. + </p> + <p> + Paul was soon through. + </p> + <p> + He took his hat from the bureau, and prepared to go out. + </p> + <p> + “I'm going out to try my luck, mother,” he said. “I'll see if I can't get + into something I like a little better than the prize-package business.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope you'll succeed, Paul.” + </p> + <p> + “Better than I did in drawing horses, eh, Jimmy?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I hope so, Paul,” said the little boy. + </p> + <p> + “Don't you show that horse to visitors and pretend it's yours, Jimmy.” + </p> + <p> + “No danger, Paul.” + </p> + <p> + Paul went downstairs and into the street. He had no definite plan in his + head, but was ready for anything that might turn up. He did not feel + anxious, for he knew there were plenty of ways in which he could earn + something. He had never tried blacking boots, but still he could do it in + case of emergency. He had sold papers, and succeeded fairly in that line, + and knew he could again. He had pitted himself against other boys, and the + result had been to give him a certain confidence in his own powers and + business abilities. When he had first gone into the street to try his + chances there, it had been with a degree of diffidence. But knocking about + the streets soon gives a boy confidence, sometimes too much of it; and + Paul had learned to rely upon himself; but the influence of a good, though + humble home, and a judicious mother, had kept him aloof from the bad + habits into which many street boys are led. + </p> + <p> + So Paul, though his stock in trade had been stolen, and he was obliged to + seek a new kind of business, was by no means disheartened. He walked a + little way downtown, and then, crossing the City Hall Park, found himself + on Broadway. + </p> + <p> + A little below the Astor House he came to the stand of a + sidewalk-merchant, who dealt in neckties. Upon an upright framework hung a + great variety of ties of different colors, most of which were sold at the + uniform price of twenty-five cents each. + </p> + <p> + Paul was acquainted with the proprietor of the stand, and, having nothing + else to do, determined to stop and speak to him. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0007" id="link2HCH0007"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VII + </h2> + <h3> + A NEW BUSINESS + </h3> + <p> + The proprietor of the necktie stand was a slender, dark-complexioned young + man of about twenty-five, or thereabouts. + </p> + <p> + His name was George Barry. Paul had known him for over a year, and + whenever he passed his stand was accustomed to stop and speak with him. + </p> + <p> + “Well, George, how's business?” asked Paul. + </p> + <p> + “Fair,” said Barry. “That isn't what's the matter.” + </p> + <p> + “What is it, then?” + </p> + <p> + “I'm sick. I ought not to be out here to-day.” + </p> + <p> + “What's the matter with you?” + </p> + <p> + “I've caught a bad cold, and feel hot and feverish. I ought to be at home + and abed.” + </p> + <p> + “Why don't you go?” + </p> + <p> + “I can't leave my business.” + </p> + <p> + “It's better to do that than to get a bad sickness.” + </p> + <p> + “I suppose it is. I am afraid I am going to have a fever. One minute I'm + hot, another I'm cold. But I can't afford to close up my business.” + </p> + <p> + “Why don't you get somebody to take your place?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't know anybody I could get that I could trust. They'd sell my + goods, and make off with the money.” + </p> + <p> + “Can you trust me?” asked Paul, who saw a chance to benefit himself as + well as his friend. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Paul, I could trust you, but I'm afraid I couldn't pay you enough to + make it worth while for you to stand here.” + </p> + <p> + “I haven't got anything to do just now,” said Paul. “I was in the + prize-package business, but two fellows stole my stock in trade, and I'm + not going into it again. It's about played out. I'm your man. Just make me + an offer.” + </p> + <p> + “I should like to have you take my place for a day or two, for I know you + wouldn't cheat me.” + </p> + <p> + “You may be sure of that.” + </p> + <p> + “I am sure. I know you are an honest boy, Paul. But I don't know what to + offer you.” + </p> + <p> + “How many neckties do you sell a day?” asked Paul, in a businesslike tone. + </p> + <p> + “About a dozen on an average.” + </p> + <p> + “And how much profit do you make?” + </p> + <p> + “It's half profit.” + </p> + <p> + Paul made a short calculation. Twelve neckties at twenty-five cents each + would bring three dollars. Half of this was a dollar and a half. + </p> + <p> + “I'll take your place for half profits,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “That's fair,” said George Barry. “I'll accept your offer. Can you begin + now?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I'll go home and go to bed. It's the best place for me.” + </p> + <p> + “You'd better. I'll come round after closing up, and hand over the money.” + </p> + <p> + “All right! You know where I live?” + </p> + <p> + “I'm not sure.” + </p> + <p> + “No. — Bleecker street.” + </p> + <p> + “I'll come up this evening.” + </p> + <p> + George Barry walked away, leaving Paul in charge of his business. + </p> + <p> + He did so with perfect confidence. Not every boy in Paul's circumstances + can be trusted, but he felt sure that Paul would do the right thing by + him. + </p> + <p> + I may as well say, in this connection, that George Barry had a mother + living. They occupied two rooms in a lodging-house in Bleecker street, and + lived very comfortably. Mrs. Barry had an allowance of two hundred dollars + a year from a relation. This, with what she earned by sewing, and her son + by his stand, supported them very comfortably, especially as they provided + and cooked their own food, which was, of course, much cheaper than + boarding. Still, the loss of the young man's earnings, even for a short + time, would have been felt, though they had a reserve of a hundred dollars + in a savings bank, from which they might draw if necessary. But George did + not like to do this. The arrangement which he made with Paul was a + satisfactory one, for with half his usual earnings they would still be + able to keep out of debt, and not be compelled to draw upon the fund in + the bank. Of course, something depended on Paul's success as a salesman, + but he would not be likely to fall much below the average amount of sales. + So, on the whole, George Barry went home considerably relieved in mind, + though his head was throbbing, and he felt decidedly sick. + </p> + <p> + Arrived at home, his mother, who understood sickness, at once took + measures to relieve him. + </p> + <p> + “Don't mind the loss of a few days, George,” she said, cheerfully; “we + shall be able to get along very well.” + </p> + <p> + “It'll only be part loss, mother,” he said. “I've got Paul Hoffman to take + my place for half the profits.” + </p> + <p> + “Paul Hoffman! Do I know him?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't think he has ever been here but I have known him for a year.” + </p> + <p> + “Can you trust him?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I'm not at all afraid. He is a smart boy, and as honest as he is + smart. I think he will sell nearly as much as I would.” + </p> + <p> + “That is an excellent arrangement. You needn't feel uneasy, then.” + </p> + <p> + “No, the business will go on right.” + </p> + <p> + “I should like to see your salesman.” + </p> + <p> + “You'll see him to-night, mother. He's coming round this evening to let me + know how he's got along, and hand over the money he's taken.” + </p> + <p> + “You'd better be quiet now, George, and go to sleep, if you can. I'll make + you some warm tea. I think it'll do you good.” + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile Paul assumed charge of George Barry's business. He was sorry his + friend was sick, but he congratulated himself on getting into business so + soon. + </p> + <p> + “It's more respectable than selling prize packages,” thought Paul. “I wish + I had a stand of my own.” + </p> + <p> + He was still a street merchant, but among street merchants there are + grades as well as among merchants whose claim to higher respectability + rests upon having rent to pay. Paul felt that it was almost like having a + shop of his own. He had always looked up to George Barry as standing + higher than himself in a business way, and he felt that even if his + earnings should not be as great, that it was a step upward to have sole + charge of his stand, if only for a day or two. + </p> + <p> + Paul's ambition was aroused. It was for his interest to make as large + sales as possible. Besides, he thought he would like to prove to George + Barry that he had made a good selection in appointing him his substitute. + </p> + <p> + Now, if the truth must be told, George Barry himself was not possessed of + superior business ability. He was lacking in energy and push. He could + sell neckties to those who asked for them, but had no particular talent + for attracting trade. He would have been a fair clerk, but was never + likely to rise above a very moderate success. Paul was quite different. He + was quick, enterprising, and smart. He was a boy likely to push his way to + success unless circumstances were very much against him. + </p> + <p> + “I'd like to sell more than George Barry,” he said to himself. “I don't + know if I can, but I'm going to try.” + </p> + <p> + The day was half over, and probably the most profitable, so far as + business was concerned. Paul had only four or five hours left. + </p> + <p> + “Let me see,” he said to himself. “I ought to sell six neckties to come up + to the average of half a day's sale. I wonder whether I can do it.” + </p> + <p> + As his soliloquy ended, his quick eye detected a young man glancing at his + stock, and he observed that he paused irresolutely, as if half inclined to + purchase. + </p> + <p> + “Can't I sell you a necktie to-day?” asked Paul, promptly. + </p> + <p> + “I don't know,” said the other. “What do you charge?” + </p> + <p> + “You can have your choice for twenty-five cents. That is cheap, isn't it?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, that's cheap. Let me look at them.” + </p> + <p> + “Here's one that will suit your complexion,” said Paul. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, that's a pretty one. I think I'll take it.” + </p> + <p> + “You have to pay twice as much in the shops,” continued Paul, as he rolled + it up. “You see, we have no rent to pay, and so we can sell cheap. You'll + save money by always buying your neckties here.” + </p> + <p> + “The only objection to that is that I don't live in the city. I am here + only for a day. I live about fifty miles in the country.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I'll tell you what you'd better do,” said Paul. “Lay in half a + dozen, while you are about it. It'll only be a dollar and a half, and + you'll save as much as that by doing it.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't know but you are right,” said his customer, whom the suggestion + impressed favorably. “As you say, it's only a dollar and a half, and it'll + give me a good stock.” + </p> + <p> + “Let me pick them out for you,” said Paul, briskly, “unless there's + something you see yourself.” + </p> + <p> + “I like that one.” + </p> + <p> + “All right. What shall be the next?” + </p> + <p> + Finally, the young man selected the entire half-dozen, and deposited a + dollar and a half in Paul's hands. + </p> + <p> + “Come and see me again,” said Paul, “and if you have any friends coming to + the city, send them to me.” + </p> + <p> + “I will,” said the other. + </p> + <p> + “Tell them it's the first stand south of the Astor House. Then they won't + miss it.” + </p> + <p> + “That's a good beginning,” said Paul to himself, with satisfaction. “Half + a day's average sales already, and I've only been here fifteen minutes. + Let me see, what will my profits be on that? Three shillings, I declare. + That isn't bad, now!” + </p> + <p> + Paul had reason to be satisfied with himself. If he had not spoken, the + young man would very probably have gone on without purchasing at all, or, + at any rate, remained content with a single necktie. Paul's manner and + timely word had increased his purchase sixfold. That is generally the + difference between a poor salesman and one of the first class. Anybody can + sell to those who are anxious to buy; but it takes a smart man to persuade + a customer that he wants what otherwise he would go without. The + difference in success is generally appreciated by dealers, and a superior + salesman is generally paid a handsome salary. + </p> + <p> + “I don't believe George Barry would have sold that man so many ties,” + thought Paul. “I hope I shall have as good luck next time.” + </p> + <p> + But this, of course, was not to be expected. It is not every customer who + can be persuaded to buy half-a-dozen ties, even by the most eloquent + salesman. However, in the course of an hour more, Paul had sold three more + to single customers. Then came a man who bought two. Then there was a + lull, and for an hour Paul sold none at all. But business improved a + little toward the close of the afternoon, and when it was time to close + up, our young merchant found that he had disposed of fifteen. + </p> + <p> + “My share of the profits will be ninety-three cents,” thought Paul, with + satisfaction. “That isn't bad for an afternoon's work.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0008" id="link2HCH0008"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VIII + </h2> + <h3> + A STROKE OF ILL LUCK + </h3> + <p> + Paul transferred his frame of goods to a neighboring office at the end of + the afternoon, the arrangement having been made by George Barry, on first + entering into business as a street merchant. This saved a good deal of + trouble, as otherwise he would have been compelled to carry them home + every night and bring them back in the morning. + </p> + <p> + “Well, Paul,” asked his mother, when he returned to supper, “have you + found anything to do yet?” + </p> + <p> + “I have got employment for a few days,” said Paul, “to tend a necktie + stand. The man that keeps it is sick.” + </p> + <p> + “How much does he pay you, Paul?” asked Jimmy. + </p> + <p> + “Half the profits. How much do you think I have made this afternoon?” + </p> + <p> + “Forty cents.” + </p> + <p> + “What do you say to ninety-three cents? Just look at this,” and Paul + displayed his earnings. + </p> + <p> + “That is excellent.” + </p> + <p> + “I had good luck. Generally, I shan't make more in a whole day than this.” + </p> + <p> + “That will be doing very well.” + </p> + <p> + “But I shall make more, if I can. One fellow bought six neckties of me + this afternoon. I wish everybody would do that. Now, mother, I hope supper + is most ready, for selling neckties has made me hungry.” + </p> + <p> + “Almost ready, Paul.” + </p> + <p> + It was a humble meal, but a good one. There were fresh rolls and butter, + tea and some cold meat. That was all; but the cloth was clean, and + everything looked neat. All did justice to the plain meal, and never + thought of envying the thousands who, in their rich uptown mansions, were + sitting down at the same hour to elaborate dinners costing more than their + entire week's board. + </p> + <p> + “Are you going out, Paul?” asked Mrs. Hoffman, noticing that he took his + hat. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I must go and see George Barry, and carry the money I have received + for sales.” + </p> + <p> + “Where does he live?” + </p> + <p> + “In Bleecker street. I shan't be gone long.” + </p> + <p> + Paul reached the number which had been given him. It was a large, + four-story house, with the appearance of a barracks. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Barry,” said the servant, in answer to his question—“he lives + upstairs on the fourth floor. Room on the right.” + </p> + <p> + Paul plodded his way upstairs, and found the room without difficulty. + </p> + <p> + On knocking, the door was opened by Mrs. Barry, who looked at him + inquiringly. + </p> + <p> + “Does George Barry live here?” asked Paul. + </p> + <p> + “Yes. Are you the one he left in charge of his business?” + </p> + <p> + Paul answered in the affirmative, adding, “How is he?” + </p> + <p> + “He seems quite feverish. I am afraid he is going to have a fever. It's + fortunate he came home. He was not able to attend to his business.” + </p> + <p> + “Can I see him?” + </p> + <p> + “Come in,” said Mrs. Barry. + </p> + <p> + The room was covered with a worn carpet, but looked neat and comfortable. + There was a cheap sewing-machine in one corner, and some plain furniture. + There was a bedroom opening out of this room, and here it was that George + Barry lay upon the bed. + </p> + <p> + “Is that Paul Hoffman, mother?” was heard from the bedroom. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Paul, answering for himself. + </p> + <p> + “Go in, if you like,” said Mrs. Barry. “My son wishes to see you. + </p> + <p> + “How do you feel now, George?” asked Paul. + </p> + <p> + “Not very well, Paul. I didn't give up a minute too soon. I think I am + going to have a fever.” + </p> + <p> + “That is not comfortable,” said Paul. “Still, you have your mother to take + care of you.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't know how I should get along without her. Can you look after my + business as long as I am sick?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; I have nothing else to do.” + </p> + <p> + “Then that is off my mind. By the way, how many ties did you sell this + afternoon?” + </p> + <p> + “Fifteen.” + </p> + <p> + “What!” demanded Barry, in surprise. “You sold fifteen?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, I never sold so many as that in an afternoon.” + </p> + <p> + “Didn't you?” said Paul, gratified. “Then you think I did well?” + </p> + <p> + “Splendidly. How did you do it?” + </p> + <p> + “You see, there was a young man from the country that I persuaded to buy + six, as he could not get them so cheap at home. That was my first sale, + and it encouraged me.” + </p> + <p> + “I didn't think you'd sell more than six in the whole afternoon.” + </p> + <p> + “Nor did I, when I started; but I determined to do my best. I don't expect + to do as well every day.” + </p> + <p> + “No, of course not. I've been in the business more than a year; and I know + what it is. Some days are very dull.” + </p> + <p> + “I've got the money for you. The fifteen ties came to three dollars and + seventy-five cents. I keep one-fourth of this as my commission. That + leaves two dollars and eighty-two cents.” + </p> + <p> + “Quite correct. However, you needn't give me the money. You may need to + change a bill, or else lose a sale. It will do if you settle with me at + the end of the week.” + </p> + <p> + “I see you have confidence in me, George. Suppose I should take a fancy to + run away with the money?” + </p> + <p> + “I am not afraid.” + </p> + <p> + “If I do, I will give you warning a week beforehand.” + </p> + <p> + After a little more conversation, Paul withdrew, thinking he might worry + the sick man. He offered to come up the next evening, but George Barry + said, “It would be too much to expect you to come up every evening. I + shall be satisfied if you come up every other evening.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well,” said Paul. “Then you may expect me Saturday. I hope I shall + have some good sales to report, and that I shall find you better.” + </p> + <p> + Paul descended to the street, and walked slowly homeward. He couldn't help + wishing that the stand was his own, and the entire profits his. This would + double his income, and enable him to save up money. At present this was + hardly possible. His own earnings had been, and were likely to continue, + very fluctuating. + </p> + <p> + Still, they constituted the main support of the family. His mother made + shirts for an establishment on Broadway at twenty-five cents each, which + was more than some establishments paid. She could hardly average more than + one shirt a day, in addition to her household work, and in order to + accomplish this, even, she was obliged to work very steadily all day. + Jimmy, of course, earned nothing. Not that he was too young. There were + plenty of little newsboys who were as small as he—perhaps smaller. I + have seen boys, who did not appear to be more than four years old, + standing at the corners, crying the news in their childish treble. But + Paul was not willing to have Jimmy sent out into the streets to undergo + the rough discipline of street life. He was himself of a strong, robust + nature, and did not shrink from the rough and tumble of life. He felt sure + he could make his way, and give as well as receive blows. But Jimmy was + shy and retiring, of a timid, shrinking nature, who would suffer from what + would only exhilarate Paul, and brace him for the contest. So it was + understood that Jimmy was to get an education, studying at present at home + with his mother, who had received a good education, and that Mrs. Hoffman + and Paul were to be the breadwinners. “I wish mother didn't have to sit so + steadily at her work,” thought Paul, many a time. He resolved some time to + relieve her from the necessity; but at present it was impossible. + </p> + <p> + To maintain their small family in comfort required all that both could + earn. + </p> + <p> + The next morning Paul started out after breakfast for the street stand, + wondering what success he was destined to meet with. + </p> + <p> + About the middle of the forenoon Mrs. Hoffman prepared to go out. + </p> + <p> + “Do you think you can stay alone for an hour or two, Jimmy?” she asked. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, mother,” answered Jimmy, who was deep in a picture which he was + copying from one of the drawing-books Paul had bought him. “Where are you + going mother?” + </p> + <p> + “To carry back some work, Jimmy. I have got half-a-dozen shirts done, and + must return them, and ask for more.” + </p> + <p> + “They ought to pay you more than twenty-five cents apiece, mother. How + long has it taken you to make them?” + </p> + <p> + “Nearly a week.” + </p> + <p> + “That is only a dollar and a half for a week's work.” + </p> + <p> + “I know it, Jimmy; but they can get plenty to work at that price, so it + won't do for me to complain. I shall be very glad if I can get steady + work, even at that price.” + </p> + <p> + Jimmy said no more, and Mrs. Hoffman, gathering up her bundle, went out. + </p> + <p> + She had a little more than half a mile to go. This did not require long. + She entered the large door, and advanced to the counter behind which stood + a clerk with a pen behind his ear. + </p> + <p> + “How many?” he said, as she laid the bundle upon the counter. + </p> + <p> + “Six.” + </p> + <p> + “Name?” + </p> + <p> + “Hoffman.” + </p> + <p> + “Correct. I will look at them.” + </p> + <p> + He opened the bundle hastily, and surveyed the work critically. Luckily + there was no fault to find, for Mrs. Hoffman was a skillful seamstress. + </p> + <p> + “They will do,” he said, and, taking from a drawer the stipulated sum, + paid for them. + </p> + <p> + “Can I have some more?” asked Mrs. Hoffman, anxiously. + </p> + <p> + “Not to-day. We're overstocked with goods made up. We must contract our + manufacture.” + </p> + <p> + This was unexpected, and carried dismay to the heart of the poor woman. + What she could earn was very little but it was important to her. + </p> + <p> + “When do you think you can give me some more work?” she asked. + </p> + <p> + “It may be a month or six weeks,” he answered, carelessly. + </p> + <p> + A month or six weeks! To have her supply of work cut off for so long a + time would, indeed, be a dire misfortune. But there was nothing to say. + Mrs. Hoffman knew very well that no one in the establishment cared for her + necessities. So, with a heavy heart, she started for home, making up her + mind to look elsewhere for work in the afternoon. She could not help + recalling, with sorrow, the time when her husband was living, and they + lived in a pleasant little home, before the shadow of bereavement and + pecuniary anxiety had come to cloud their happiness. Still, she was not + utterly cast down. Paul had proved himself a manly and a helpful boy, + self-reliant and courageous, and, though they might be pinched, she knew + that as long as he was able to work they would not actually suffer. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0009" id="link2HCH0009"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IX + </h2> + <h3> + A NEW PATRON + </h3> + <p> + Mrs. Hoffman went out in the afternoon, and visited several large + establishments in the hope of obtaining work. But everywhere she was met + with the stereotyped reply, “Business is so dull that we are obliged to + turn off some who are accustomed to work for us. We have no room for new + hands.” + </p> + <p> + Finally she decided that it would be of no use to make any further + applications, and went home, feeling considerably disheartened. + </p> + <p> + “I must find something to do,” she said to herself. “I cannot throw upon + Paul the entire burden of supporting the family.” + </p> + <p> + But it was not easy to decide what to do. There are so few paths open to a + woman like Mrs. Hoffman. She was not strong enough to take in washing, + nor, if she had been, would Paul, who was proud for his mother, though not + for himself, have consented to her doing it. She determined to think it + over during the evening, and make another attempt to get work of some kind + the next day. + </p> + <p> + “I won't tell Paul till to-morrow night,” she decided. “Perhaps by that + time I shall have found something to do.” + </p> + <p> + All that day, the first full day in his new business, Paul sold eighteen + ties. He was not as successful proportionately as the previous afternoon. + Still his share of the profits amounted to a dollar and twelve cents, and + he felt quite satisfied. His sales had been fifty per cent. more than + George Barry's average sales, and that was doing remarkably well, + considering that the business was a new one to him. + </p> + <p> + The next morning about ten o'clock, as he stood behind his stand, he saw a + stout gentleman approaching from the direction of the Astor House. He + remembered him as the one with whom he had accidentally come in collision + when he was in pursuit of Mike Donovan. Having been invited to speak to + him, he determined to do so. + </p> + <p> + “Good-morning, sir,” said Paul, politely. + </p> + <p> + “Eh? Did you speak to me?” inquired the stout gentleman. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir; I bade you good-morning.” + </p> + <p> + “Good-morning. I don't remember you, though. What's your name?” + </p> + <p> + “Paul Hoffman. Don't you remember my running against you a day or two + since?” + </p> + <p> + “Oho! you're the boy, then. You nearly knocked the breath out of me.” + </p> + <p> + “I am very sorry, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Of course you didn't mean to. Is this your stand?” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir; I am tending for the owner, who is sick.” + </p> + <p> + “Does he pay you well?” + </p> + <p> + “He gives me half the profits.” + </p> + <p> + “And does that pay you for your labor?” + </p> + <p> + “I can earn about a dollar a day.” + </p> + <p> + “That is good. It is more than I earned when I was of your age.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed, sir!” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; I was a poor boy, but I kept steadily at work, and now I am rich.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope I shall be rich some time,” said Paul. + </p> + <p> + “You have the same chance that I had.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't care so much for myself as for my mother and my little brother. I + should like to become rich for their sake.” + </p> + <p> + “So you have a mother and a brother. Where do they live?” + </p> + <p> + Paul told him. + </p> + <p> + “And you help support them?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “That's a good boy,” said the gentleman, approvingly. “Is your mother able + to earn anything?” + </p> + <p> + “Not much, sir. She makes shirts for a Broadway store, but they only pay + her twenty-five cents apiece.” + </p> + <p> + “That's very small. She can sew well, I suppose?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, yes, sir; no fault is ever found with her work.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you think she would make me a dozen shirts?” + </p> + <p> + “She would be glad to do so,” said Paul, quickly, for he knew that his new + acquaintance would pay far more liberally than the Broadway firm. + </p> + <p> + “I will give the price I usually pay—ten shillings apiece.” + </p> + <p> + Ten shillings in New York currency amount to a dollar and a quarter, which + would be five times the price Mrs Hoffman had been accustomed to receive. + A dozen shirts would come to fifteen dollars, which to a family in their + circumstances would be a great help. + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, sir,” said Paul. “My mother will accept the work thankfully, + and will try to suit you. When shall I come for the cloth?” + </p> + <p> + “You may come to my house this evening, and I will give you a pattern, and + an order for the materials on a dry goods dealer in Broadway.” + </p> + <p> + “Where do you live, sir?” + </p> + <p> + “No. —— Madison avenue, between Thirty-fourth and Thirty-fifth + streets. My name is Preston. Can you remember it?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir; but I will put it down to make sure.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, good-morning.” + </p> + <p> + “Good-morning, sir. I suppose you don't want a tie this morning?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't think you keep the kind I am accustomed to wear,” said Mr. + Preston, smiling. “I stick to the old fashions, and wear a stock.” + </p> + <p> + The old gentleman had scarcely gone, when two boys of twelve or thirteen + paused before the stand. + </p> + <p> + “That's a bully tie, Jeff!” said George, the elder of the two. “I have a + good mind to buy it.” + </p> + <p> + “It won't cost much,” said Jeff. “Only twenty-five cents. But I like that + one better.” + </p> + <p> + “If you buy one, I will.” + </p> + <p> + “All right,” said Jeff, whose full name was Jefferson. “We can wear them + to dancing-school this afternoon.” + </p> + <p> + So the two boys bought a necktie, and this, in addition to previous sales, + made six sold during the morning. + </p> + <p> + “I hope I shall do as well as I did yesterday,” thought Paul. “If I can + make nine shillings every day I won't complain. It is better than selling + prize-packages.” + </p> + <p> + Paul seemed likely to obtain his wish, since at twelve o'clock, when he + returned home to dinner, he had sold ten ties, making rather more than + half of the previous day's sales. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Hoffman had been out once more, but met with no better success than + before. There seemed to be no room anywhere for a new hand. At several + places she had seen others, out of employment like herself, who were also + in quest of work. The only encouragement she received was that probably in + a month or six weeks business might so far improve that she could obtain + work. But to Mrs. Hoffman it was a serious matter to remain idle even four + weeks. She reflected that Paul's present employment was only temporary, + and that he would be forced to give up his post as soon as George Barry + should recover his health, which probably would be within a week or two. + She tried in vain to think of some temporary employment, and determined, + in case she should be unsuccessful in the afternoon, which she hardly + anticipated, to consult Paul what she had better do. + </p> + <p> + Paul noticed when he came in that his mother looked more sober and + thoughtful than usual. + </p> + <p> + “Have you a headache, mother?” he inquired. + </p> + <p> + “No, Paul,” she said, smiling faintly. + </p> + <p> + “Something troubles you, I am sure,” continued Paul. + </p> + <p> + “You are right, Paul,” said Mrs. Hoffman, “though I didn't mean to tell + you till evening.” + </p> + <p> + “What is it?” asked Paul, anxiously. + </p> + <p> + “When I carried back the last shirts I made for Duncan & Co., they + told me I couldn't have any more for a month or six weeks.” + </p> + <p> + “That will give you some time to rest, mother,” said Paul, who wanted to + keep back his good news for a while. + </p> + <p> + “But I can't afford to rest, Paul.” + </p> + <p> + “You forget that I am earning money, mother. I am sure I can earn a dollar + a day.” + </p> + <p> + “I know you are a good, industrious boy, Paul, and I don't know how we + should get along without you. But it is necessary for me to do my part, + though it is small.” + </p> + <p> + “Don't be anxious, mother; I am sure we can get along.” + </p> + <p> + “But I am not willing that the whole burden of supporting the family + should come upon you. Besides, you are not sure how long you can retain + your present employment.” + </p> + <p> + “I know that, mother; but something else will be sure to turn up. If I + can't do anything else, I can turn bootblack, though I would prefer + something else. There is no chance of my being out of work long.” + </p> + <p> + “There are fewer things for me to do,” said his mother, “but perhaps you + can think of something. I shall go out this afternoon, and try my luck + once more. If I do not succeed, I will consult with you this evening.” + </p> + <p> + “Suppose I tell you that I have work for you, enough to last for two or + three weeks, that will pay five times as well as the work you have been + doing; what would you say to that?” asked Paul, smiling. + </p> + <p> + “Are you in earnest, Paul?” asked his mother, very much surprised. + </p> + <p> + “Quite in earnest, mother. There's a gentleman up-town that wants a dozen + shirts made, and is willing to pay ten shillings apiece.” + </p> + <p> + “Ten shillings! Why, that's a dollar and a quarter.” + </p> + <p> + “Of course it is. I told him I thought you would accommodate him.” + </p> + <p> + “You are sure I can get the work to do?” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly. I am to go up to his house this evening and get the pattern + and an order for the materials.” + </p> + <p> + “It seems too good to be true,” said his mother. “Why, I can earn at least + a dollar a day.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you will be doing as well as I am.” + </p> + <p> + “Tell me how you heard of it, Paul,” said Mrs. Hoffman. + </p> + <p> + Paul told the story of the manner in which he formed Mr. Preston's + acquaintance. + </p> + <p> + “It's lucky you ran into him, Paul,” said Jimmy. + </p> + <p> + “He didn't think so at the time,” said Paul, laughing. “He said I nearly + knocked the breath out of him.” + </p> + <p> + “You won't go out this afternoon, mother, will you?” asked Jimmy. + </p> + <p> + “No, it will not be necessary now; I didn't think this morning that such a + piece of good luck was in store for, me.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0010" id="link2HCH0010"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER X + </h2> + <h3> + ANOTHER LOSS + </h3> + <p> + After supper Paul brushed his clothes carefully and prepared to go to the + address given him by Mr. Preston. He decided to walk one way, not wishing + to incur the expenses of two railroad fares. + </p> + <p> + The distance was considerable, and it was nearly eight o'clock when he + arrived at his destination. + </p> + <p> + Paul found himself standing before a handsome house of brown stone. He + ascended the steps, and inquired, on the door being opened, if Mr. Preston + was at home. + </p> + <p> + “I'll see,” said the servant. + </p> + <p> + She returned in a short time, and said: “He says you may come upstairs.” + </p> + <p> + Paul followed the servant, who pointed out a door at the head of the first + staircase. + </p> + <p> + Paul knocked, and, hearing “Come in” from within, he opened the door and + entered. + </p> + <p> + He found himself in a spacious chamber, handsomely furnished. Mr. Preston, + in dressing-gown and slippers, sat before a cheerful, open fire. + </p> + <p> + “Come and sit down by the fire,” he said, sociably. + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, sir, I am warm with walking,” and Paul took a seat near the + door. + </p> + <p> + “I am one of the cold kind,” said Mr. Preston, “and have a fire earlier + than most people. You come about the shirts, I suppose?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Will your mother undertake them?” + </p> + <p> + “With pleasure, sir. She can no longer get work from the shop.” + </p> + <p> + “Business dull, I suppose?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I am glad I thought of giving her the commission. How's business + with you to-day, eh?” + </p> + <p> + “Pretty good, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “How many neckties did you sell?” + </p> + <p> + “Nineteen, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “And how much do you get for that?” + </p> + <p> + “Nine shillings and a half—a dollar and eighteen cents.” + </p> + <p> + “That's pretty good for a boy like you. When I was of your age I was + working on a farm for my board and clothes.” + </p> + <p> + “Were you, sir?” asked Paul, interested. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I was bound out till I was twenty-one. At the end of that time I was + to receive a hundred dollars and a freedom suit to begin the world with. + That wasn't a very large capital, eh?” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “But the death of my employer put an end to my apprenticeship at the age + of eighteen. I hadn't a penny of money and was thrown upon my own + resources. However, I had a pair of good strong arms, and a good stock of + courage. I knew considerable about farming, but I didn't like it. I + thought I should like trade better. So I went to the village merchant, who + kept a small dry-goods store, and arranged with him to supply me with a + small stock of goods, which I undertook to sell on commission for him. His + business was limited, and having confidence in my honesty, he was quite + willing to intrust me with what I wanted. So I set out with my pack on my + back and made a tour of the neighboring villages.” + </p> + <p> + Paul listened with eager interest. He had his own way to make, and it was + very encouraging to find that Mr. Preston, who was evidently rich and + prosperous, was no better off at eighteen than he was now. + </p> + <p> + “You will want to know how I succeeded. Well, at first only moderately; + but I think I had some tact in adapting myself to the different classes of + persons with whom I came in contact; at any rate, I was always polite, and + that helped me. So my sales increased, and I did a good thing for my + employer as well as myself. He would have been glad to employ me for a + series of years, but I happened to meet a traveling salesman of a New York + wholesale house, who offered to obtain me a position similar to his own. + As this would give me a larger field and larger profits, I accepted + gladly, and so changed the nature of my employment. I became very + successful. My salary was raised from time to time, till it reached five + thousand dollars. I lived frugally and saved money, and at length bought + an interest in the house by which I had been so long employed. I am now + senior partner, and, as you may suppose, very comfortably provided for. + </p> + <p> + “Do you know why I have told you this?” asked Mr. Preston, noticing the + eagerness with which Paul had listened. + </p> + <p> + “I don't know, sir; but I have been very much interested.” + </p> + <p> + “It is because I like to give encouragement to boys and young men who are + now situated as I used to be. I think you are a smart boy.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “And, though you are poor, you can lift yourself to prosperity, if you are + willing to work hard enough and long enough.” + </p> + <p> + “I am not afraid of work,” said Paul, promptly. + </p> + <p> + “No, I do not believe you are. I can tell by a boy's face, and you have + the appearance of one who is willing to work hard. How long have you been + a street peddler?” + </p> + <p> + “About a year, sir. Before that time my father was living, and I was kept + at school.” + </p> + <p> + “You will find the street a school, though of a different kind, in which + you can learn valuable lessons. If you can get time in the evening, + however, it will be best to keep up your school studies.” + </p> + <p> + “I am doing that now, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “That is well. And now, about the shirts. Did your mother say how long it + would take her to make them?” + </p> + <p> + “About three weeks, I think, sir. Will that be soon enough?” + </p> + <p> + “That will do. Perhaps it will be well, however, to bring half the number + whenever they are finished.” + </p> + <p> + “All right, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “I suppose your mother can cut them out if I send a shirt as a pattern?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Preston rose, and, going to a bureau, took therefrom a shirt which he + handed to Paul. He then wrote a few lines on a slip of paper, which he + also handed our hero. + </p> + <p> + “That is an order on Barclay & Co.,” he explained, “for the requisite + materials. If either you or your mother presents it, they will be given + you.” + </p> + <p> + “Very good, sir,” said Paul. + </p> + <p> + He took his cap, and prepared to go. + </p> + <p> + “Good-evening, Mr. Preston,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “Good-evening. I shall expect you with the shirts when they are ready.” + </p> + <p> + Paul went downstairs and into the street, thinking that Mr. Preston was + very sociable and agreeable. He had fancied that rich men were generally + “stuck up,” but about Mr. Preston there seemed an absence of all pretense. + Paul's ambition was aroused when he thought of the story he had heard, and + he wondered whether it would be possible for him to raise himself to + wealth and live in as handsome a house as Mr. Preston. He thought what a + satisfaction it would be if the time should ever come when he could free + his mother from the necessity of work, and give little Jimmy a chance to + develop his talent for drawing. However, such success must be a long way + off, if it ever came. + </p> + <p> + He had intended to ride home, but his mind was so preoccupied that he + forgot all about it, and had got some distance on his way before it + occurred to him. Then, not feeling particularly tired, he concluded to + keep on walking, as he had commenced. + </p> + <p> + “It will save me six cents,” he reflected, “and that is something. If I am + ever going to be a prosperous merchant, I must begin to save now.” + </p> + <p> + So he kept on walking. Passing the Cooper Institute, he came into the + Bowery, a broad and busy street, the humble neighbor of Broadway, to which + it is nearly parallel. + </p> + <p> + He was still engaged in earnest thought, when he felt a rude slap on the + back. Looking round, he met the malicious glance of Mike Donovan, who + probably would not have ventured on such a liberty if he had not been + accompanied by a boy a head taller than himself, and, to judge from + appearances, of about the same character. + </p> + <p> + “What did you do that for, Mike?” demanded Paul. + </p> + <p> + “None of your business. I didn't hurt you, did I?” returned Mike, roughly. + </p> + <p> + “No, but I don't care to be hit that way by you.” + </p> + <p> + “So you're putting on airs, are you?” + </p> + <p> + “No, I don't do that,” returned Paul; “but I don't care about having + anything to do with you.” + </p> + <p> + “That's because you've got a new shirt, is it?” sneered Mike. + </p> + <p> + “It isn't mine.” + </p> + <p> + “That's what I thought. Who did you steal it from?” + </p> + <p> + “Do you mean to insult me, Mike Donovan?” demanded Paul, angrily. + </p> + <p> + “Just as you like,” said Mike, independently. + </p> + <p> + “If you want to know why I don't want to have anything to do with you, I + will tell you.” + </p> + <p> + “Tell ahead.” + </p> + <p> + “Because you're a thief.” + </p> + <p> + “If you say that again, I'll lick you,” said Mike, reddening with anger. + </p> + <p> + “It's true. You stole my basket of candy the other day, and that isn't the + only time you've been caught stealing.” + </p> + <p> + “I'll give you the worst licking you ever had. Do you want to fight?” said + Mike, flourishing his fist. + </p> + <p> + “No, I don't,” said Paul. “Some time when I haven't a bundle, I'll + accommodate you.” + </p> + <p> + “You're a coward!” sneered Mike, gaining courage as he saw Paul was not + disposed for an encounter. + </p> + <p> + “I don't think I am,” said Paul, coolly. + </p> + <p> + “I'll hold your shirt,” said Mike's companion, with a grin, “if you want + to fight.” + </p> + <p> + Paul, however, did not care to intrust the shirt to a stranger of so + unprepossessing an appearance. + </p> + <p> + He, therefore, attempted to pass on. But Mike, encouraged by his + reluctance, stepped up and shook his fist within an inch of Paul's nose, + calling him at the same time a coward. This was too much for Paul's + self-restraint. He dropped the shirt and pitched into Mike in so + scientific a manner that the latter was compelled to retreat, and finally + to flee at the top of his speed, not without having first received several + pretty hard blows. + </p> + <p> + “I don't think he will meddle with me again,” said Paul to himself, as he + pulled down the sleeves of his jacket. + </p> + <p> + He walked back, and looked for the shirt which he had laid down before + commencing the combat. But he looked in vain. Nothing was to be seen of + the shirt or of Mike's companion. Probably both had disappeared together. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0011" id="link2HCH0011"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XI + </h2> + <h3> + BARCLAY & CO. + </h3> + <p> + The loss of the shirt was very vexatious. It was not so much the value of + it that Paul cared for, although this was a consideration by no means to + be despised by one in his circumstances; but it had been lent as a + pattern, and without it his mother would be unable to make Mr. Preston's + shirts. As to recovering it, he felt that there was little chance of this. + Besides, it would involve delay, and his mother could not afford to remain + idle. Paul felt decidedly uncomfortable. Again Mike Donovan had done him + an injury, and this time of a more serious nature than before. + </p> + <p> + What should he do? + </p> + <p> + There seemed but one answer to this question. He must go back to Mr. + Preston, explain the manner in which he had lost his shirt, and ask him + for another, promising, of course, to supply the place of the one lost. He + was not sure whether Mr. Preston would accept this explanation. He might + think it was only an attempt to defraud him. But, at any rate, it seemed + the only thing to do, and it must be done at once. He entered a passing + car, for it was too late to walk. + </p> + <p> + “I wish I had taken the car down,” thought Paul. “Then I shouldn't have + lost the shirt.” + </p> + <p> + But it was too late for regrets now. He must do the best that remained to + him. + </p> + <p> + It was nearly ten o'clock when Paul once more stood before the door of Mr. + Preston's boarding-place. He rang the bell and asked to see him. + </p> + <p> + “You have been here before this evening?” said the servant. + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you know the room. You can walk right up.” + </p> + <p> + Paul went upstairs and knocked at Mr. Preston's room. He was bidden to + come in, and did so. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Preston looked up with surprise. + </p> + <p> + “I suppose you are surprised to see me,” said Paul, rather awkwardly. + </p> + <p> + “Why, yes. I did not anticipate that pleasure quite so soon,” said Mr. + Preston, smiling. + </p> + <p> + “I am afraid it won't be a pleasure, for I bring bad news.” + </p> + <p> + “Bad news?” repeated the gentleman, rather startled. + </p> + <p> + “Yes; I have lost the shirt you gave me.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, is that all?” said Mr. Preston, looking relieved. “But how did you + lose it?” + </p> + <p> + “I was walking home down the Bowery, when two fellows met me. One of them, + Mike Donovan, forced me into a fight. I gave him a licking,” added Paul, + with satisfaction; “but when it was all over, I found the other fellow had + run off with the shirt.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't believe it will fit him,” said Mr. Preston, laughing. + </p> + <p> + As the speaker probably weighed two hundred and fifty pounds, it was, + indeed, rather doubtful. Paul couldn't help laughing himself at the + thought. + </p> + <p> + “You were certainly unlucky,” said Mr. Preston. “Did you know the boy you + fought with?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir; he once before stole my stock of candy, when I was in the + prize-package business.” + </p> + <p> + “That was the day we got acquainted,” remarked Mr. Preston. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “He doesn't seem to be a very particular friend of yours.” + </p> + <p> + “No; he hates me, Mike does, though I don't know why. But I hope you won't + be angry with me for losing the shirt?” + </p> + <p> + “No; it doesn't seem to be your fault, only your misfortune.” + </p> + <p> + “I was afraid you might think I had made up the story, and only wanted to + get an extra shirt from you.” + </p> + <p> + “No, my young friend; I have some faith in physiognomy, and you have an + honest face. I don't believe you would deceive me.” + </p> + <p> + “No, I wouldn't,” said Paul, promptly. “If you will trust me with another + shirt, mother will make you an extra one to make up for the one I have + lost.” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly you shall have the extra shirt, but you needn't supply the + place of the one lost.” + </p> + <p> + “It is only fair that I should.” + </p> + <p> + “That may be, and I am glad you made the offer, but the loss is of little + importance to me. It was no fault of yours that you lost it, and you shall + not suffer for it.” + </p> + <p> + “You are very kind, sir,” said Paul, gratefully. + </p> + <p> + “Only just, Paul.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Preston went to the bureau, and drew out another shirt, which he + handed to Paul. + </p> + <p> + “Let me suggest, my young friend,” he said, “that you ride home this time. + It is late, and you might have another encounter with your friend. I + should like to see him with the shirt on,” and Mr. Preston laughed + heartily at the thought. + </p> + <p> + Paul decided to follow his patron's advice. He had no idea of running any + more risk in the matter. He accordingly walked to Fourth avenue and got on + board the car. + </p> + <p> + It was nearly eleven o'clock when he reached home. As it was never his + habit to stay out late, his mother had become alarmed at his long absence. + </p> + <p> + “What kept you so late, Paul?” she asked. + </p> + <p> + “I'll tell you, pretty soon, mother. Here's the shirt that is to serve as + a pattern. Can you cut out the new shirts by it?” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Hoffman examined it attentively. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” she said; “there will be no difficulty about that. Mr. Preston must + be a pretty large man.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, he is big enough for an alderman; but he is very kind and + considerate, and I like him. You shall judge for yourself when I tell you + what happened this evening.” + </p> + <p> + It will not be necessary to tell Paul's adventure over again. His mother + listened with pardonable indignation against Mike Donovan and his + companion. + </p> + <p> + “I hope you won't have anything to do with that bad boy, Paul,” she said. + </p> + <p> + “I shan't, if I can help it,” said Paul. “I didn't want to speak to him + to-night, but I couldn't help myself. Oh, I forgot to say, when half the + shirts are ready, I am to take them to Mr. Preston.” + </p> + <p> + “I think I can make one a day.” + </p> + <p> + “There is no need of working so steadily, mother. You will be well paid, + you know.” + </p> + <p> + “That is true; and for that reason I shall work more cheerfully. I wish I + could get paid as well for all my work.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps Mr. Preston will recommend you to his friends, and you can get + more work that way.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish I could.” + </p> + <p> + “I will mention it to him, when I carry back the last half dozen.” + </p> + <p> + “Is he going to send the cloth?” + </p> + <p> + “I nearly forgot that, too. I have an order on Barclay & Co. for the + necessary amount of cloth. I can go up there to-morrow morning and get + it.” + </p> + <p> + “That will take you from your work, Paul.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I can close up for a couple of hours.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't think that will be necessary. I will go up myself and present the + order, and get them to send it home for me.” + </p> + <p> + “Will they do that?” + </p> + <p> + “It is their custom. Or, if the bundle isn't too large. I can bring it + home myself in the car.” + </p> + <p> + “That's all right, then. And now, mother, as it's past eleven o'clock, I + think we may as well both go to bed.” + </p> + <p> + The next day Paul went as usual to his business, and Mrs. Hoffman, after + clearing away the breakfast, put on her bonnet and shawl, and prepared to + go for the materials for the shirts. + </p> + <p> + The retail store of Barclay & Co. is of great size, and ranks among + the most important in New York. It was not so well filled when Mrs. + Hoffman entered as it would be later. She was directed to the proper + counter, where she presented the order, signed by Mr. Preston. As he was a + customer of long standing, there was no difficulty about filling the + order. A bundle was made up, which, as it contained the materials for + twelve shirts, necessarily was of considerable size. + </p> + <p> + “Here is your bundle, ma'am,” said the clerk. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Hoffman's strength was slender, and she did not feel able to carry + the heavy bundle offered her. Even if she took the car, she would be + obliged to carry it a portion of the way, and she felt that it would + overtask her strength. + </p> + <p> + “Don't you send bundles?” she asked. + </p> + <p> + “Sometimes,” said the clerk, looking superciliously at the modest attire + of the poor widow, and mentally deciding that she was not entitled to much + consideration. Had she been richly dressed, he would have been very + obsequious, and insisted on sending home the smallest parcel. But there + are many who have two rules of conduct, one for the rich, and quite a + different one for the poor, and among these was the clerk who was + attending upon Mrs. Hoffman. + </p> + <p> + “Then,” said Mrs. Hoffman, “I should like to have you send this.” + </p> + <p> + “It's a great deal of trouble to send everything,” said the clerk, + impertinently. + </p> + <p> + “This bundle is too heavy for me to carry,” said the widow, deprecatingly. + </p> + <p> + “I suppose we can send it,” said the clerk, ill-naturedly, “if you insist + upon it.” + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, though he had not observed it, his employer had approached, and + heard the last part of the colloquy. He was considered by some as a hard + man, but there was one thing he always required of those in his employ; + that was to treat all purchasers with uniform courtesy, whatever their + circumstances. + </p> + <p> + “Are you objecting to sending this lady's bundle?” said Mr. Barclay, + sternly. + </p> + <p> + The clerk looked up in confusion. + </p> + <p> + “I told her we would send it,” he stammered. + </p> + <p> + “I have heard what passed. You have been deficient in politeness. If this + happens again, you leave my employ.” + </p> + <p> + “I will take your address,” said the clerk, in a subdued tone. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Hoffman gave it, and left the store, thankful for the interference of + the great merchant who had given his clerk a lesson which the latter, as + he valued his situation, found it advisable to bear in mind. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0012" id="link2HCH0012"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XII + </h2> + <h3> + THE BARREL THIEF + </h3> + <p> + While Mike Donovan was engaged in his contest with Paul, his companion had + quietly walked off with the shirt. It mattered very little to him which + party conquered, as long as he carried off the spoils. His conduct in the + premises was quite as unsatisfactory to Mike as it was to Paul. When Mike + found himself in danger of being overpowered, he appealed to his companion + for assistance, and was incensed to see him coolly disregarding the + appeal, and selfishly appropriating the booty. + </p> + <p> + “The mane thafe!” he exclaimed after the fight was over, and he was + compelled to retreat. “He let me be bate, and wouldn't lift his finger to + help me. I'd like to put a head on him, I would.” + </p> + <p> + Just at that moment Mike felt quite as angry with his friend, Jerry + McGaverty, as with his late opponent. + </p> + <p> + “The shirt's mine, fair,” he said to himself, “and I'll make Jerry give it + to me.” + </p> + <p> + But Jerry had disappeared, and Mike didn't know where to look for him. In + fact, he had entered a dark alleyway, and, taking the shirt from the paper + in which it was wrapped, proceeded to examine his prize. + </p> + <p> + The unusual size struck him. + </p> + <p> + “By the powers,” he muttered, “it's big enough for me great-grandfather + and all his children. I wouldn't like to pay for the cloth it tuck to make + it. But I'll wear it, anyway.” + </p> + <p> + Jerry was not particular as to an exact fit. His nether garments were + several sizes too large for him, and the shirt would complete his costume + appropriately. He certainly did need a new shirt, for the one he had on + was the only article of the kind he possessed, and was so far gone that + its best days, if it ever had any, appeared to date back to a remote + antiquity. It had been bought cheap in Baxter street, its previous history + being unknown. + </p> + <p> + Jerry decided to make the change at once. The alley afforded a convenient + place for making the transfer. He accordingly pulled off the ragged shirt + he wore and put on the article he had purloined from Paul. The sleeves + were too long, but he turned up the cuffs, and the ample body he tucked + inside his pants. + </p> + <p> + “It fits me too much,” soliloquized Jerry, as he surveyed himself after + the exchange. “I could let out the half of it, and have enough left for + meself. Anyhow, it's clane, and it came chape enough.” + </p> + <p> + He came out of the alley, leaving his old shirt behind him. Even if it had + been worth carrying away, Jerry saw no use in possessing more than one + shirt. It was his habit to wear one until it was ready to drop off from + him, and then get another if he could. There is a practical convenience in + this arrangement, though there are also objections which will readily + occur to the reader. + </p> + <p> + On the whole, though the shirt fitted him too much, as he expressed it, he + regarded himself complacently. + </p> + <p> + The superabundant material gave the impression of liberal expenditure and + easy circumstances, since a large shirt naturally costs more than a small + one. So Jerry, as he walked along the Bowery, assumed a jaunty air, + precisely such as some of my readers may when they have a new suit to + display. His new shirt was quite conspicuous, since he was encumbered + neither with vest nor coat. + </p> + <p> + Mike, feeling sore over his defeat, met Jerry the next morning on Chatham + street. His quick eye detected the improved state of his friend's apparel, + and his indignation rose, as he reflected that Jerry had pocketed the + profits while the hard knocks had been his. + </p> + <p> + “Jerry!” he called out. + </p> + <p> + Jerry did not see fit to heed the call. He was sensible that Mike had + something to complain of, and he was in no hurry to meet his reproaches. + </p> + <p> + “Jerry McGaverty!” called Mike, coming near. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, it's you, Mike, is it?” answered Jerry, unable longer to keep up the + pretense of not hearing. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, it's me,” said Mike. “What made you leave me for last night?” + </p> + <p> + “I didn't want to interfere betwane two gintlemen,” said Jerry, with a + grin. “Did you mash him, Mike?” + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Mike, sullenly, “he mashed me. Why didn't you help me?” + </p> + <p> + “I thought you was bating him, so, as I had some business to attind to, I + went away.” + </p> + <p> + “You went away wid the shirt.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I took it by mistake. Ain't it an illigant fit?” + </p> + <p> + “It's big enough for two of you.” + </p> + <p> + “Maybe I'll grow to it in time,” said Jerry. + </p> + <p> + “And how much are you goin' to give me for my share?” demanded Mike. + </p> + <p> + “Say that ag'in,” said Jerry. + </p> + <p> + Mike repeated it. + </p> + <p> + “I thought maybe I didn't hear straight. It ain't yours at all. Didn't I + take it?” + </p> + <p> + “You wouldn't have got it if I hadn't fit with Paul.” + </p> + <p> + “That ain't nothin' to me,” said Jerry. “The shirt's mine, and I'll kape + it.” + </p> + <p> + Mike felt strongly tempted to “put a head on” Jerry, whatever that may + mean; but, as Jerry was a head taller already, the attempt did not seem + quite prudent. He indulged in some forcible remarks, which, however, did + not disturb Jerry's equanimity. + </p> + <p> + “I'll give you my old shirt, Mike,” he said, “if you can find it. I left + it in an alley near the Old Bowery.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't want the dirty rag,” said Mike, contemptuously. + </p> + <p> + Finally a compromise was effected, Jerry offering to help Mike on the next + occasion, and leave the spoils in his hands. + </p> + <p> + I have to chronicle another adventure of Jerry's, in which he was less + fortunate than he had been in the present case. He was a genuine vagabond, + and lived by his wits, being too lazy to devote himself to any regular + street employment, as boot blacking or selling newspapers. Occasionally he + did a little work at each of these, but regular, persistent industry was + out of his line. He was a drone by inclination, and a decided enemy to + work. On the subject of honesty his principles were far from strict. If he + could appropriate what did not belong to him he was ready to do so without + scruple. This propensity had several times brought him into trouble, and + he had more than once been sent to reside temporarily on Blackwell's + Island, from which he had returned by no means improved. + </p> + <p> + Mike was not quite so much of a vagabond as his companion. He could work + at times, though he did not like it, and once pursued the vocation of a + bootblack for several months with fair success. + </p> + <p> + But Jerry's companionship was doing him no good, and it seemed likely that + eventually he would become quite as shiftless as Jerry himself. + </p> + <p> + Jerry, having no breakfast, strolled down to one of the city markets. He + frequently found an opportunity of stealing here, and was now in search of + such a chance. He was a dexterous and experienced barrel thief, a term + which it may be necessary to explain. Barrels, then, have a commercial + value, and coopers will generally pay twenty-five cents for one in good + condition. This is enough, in the eyes of many a young vagabond, to pay + for the risk incurred in stealing one. + </p> + <p> + Jerry prowled round the market for some time, seeking a good opportunity + to walk off with an apple or banana, or something eatable. But the + guardians of the stands seemed unusually vigilant, and he was compelled to + give up the attempt, as involving too great risk. Jerry was hungry, and + hunger is an uncomfortable feeling. He began to wish he had remained + satisfied with his old shirt, dirty as it was, and carried the new one to + some of the Baxter street dealers, from whom he could perhaps have got + fifty cents for it. Now, fifty cents would have paid for a breakfast and a + couple of cigars, and those just now would have made Jerry happy. + </p> + <p> + “What a fool I was not to think of it!” he said. “The old shirt would do + me, and I could buy a bully breakfast wid the money I'd get for this.” + </p> + <p> + Just at this moment he espied an empty barrel—a barrel apparently + quite new and in an unguarded position. He resolved to take it, but the + affair must be managed slyly. + </p> + <p> + He lounged up to the barrel, and leaned upon it indolently. Then, in + apparent unconsciousness, he began to turn it, gradually changing its + position. If observed, he could easily deny all felonious intentions. This + he kept up till he got round the corner, when, glancing around to see if + he was observed, he quickly lifted it on his shoulder and marched off. + </p> + <p> + All this happened without his being observed by the owner of the barrel. + But a policeman, who chanced to be going his rounds, had been a witness of + Jerry's little game. He remained quiet till Jerry's intentions became + evident, then walked quietly up and put his hand on his shoulder. + </p> + <p> + “Put down that barrel!” he said, authoritatively. + </p> + <p> + Jerry had been indulging in visions of the breakfast he would get with the + twenty-five cents he expected to obtain for the barrel, and the + interruption was not an agreeable one. But he determined to brazen it out + if possible. + </p> + <p> + “What for will I put it down?” he said. + </p> + <p> + “Because you have stolen it, that's why.” + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Jerry, “I'm carrying it round to my boss. It's his.” + </p> + <p> + “Where do you work?” + </p> + <p> + “In Fourth street,” said Jerry, at random. + </p> + <p> + “What number?” + </p> + <p> + “No. 136.” + </p> + <p> + “Then your boss will have to get some one in your place, for you will have + to come with me.” + </p> + <p> + “What for?” + </p> + <p> + “I saw you steal the barrel. You're a barrel thief, and this isn't the + first time you've been caught at it. Carry back the barrel to the place + you took it from and then come with me.” + </p> + <p> + Jerry tried to beg off, but without avail. + </p> + <p> + At that moment Mike Donovan lounged up. When he saw his friend in custody, + he felt a degree of satisfaction, remembering the trick Jerry had played + on him. + </p> + <p> + “Where are you goin', Jerry?” he asked, with a grin, as he passed him. + “Did ye buy that barrel to kape your shirt in?” + </p> + <p> + Jerry scowled but thought it best not to answer, lest his unlawful + possession of the shirt might also be discovered, and lead to a longer + sentence. + </p> + <p> + “He's goin' down to the island to show his new shirt,” thought Mike, with + a grin. “Maybe he'll set the fashion there.” + </p> + <p> + Mike was right. Jerry was sent to the island for two months, there + introducing Mr. Preston's shirt to company little dreamed of by its + original proprietor. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0013" id="link2HCH0013"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIII + </h2> + <h3> + OUT OF BUSINESS + </h3> + <p> + The next day Mrs. Hoffman commenced work upon Mr. Preston's shirts. She + worked with much more cheerfulness now that she was sure of obtaining a + liberal price for her labor. As the shirts were of extra size, she found + herself unable to finish one in a day, as she had formerly done, but had + no difficulty in making four in a week. This, however, gave her five + dollars weekly, instead of a dollar and a half as formerly. Now, five + dollars may not seem a very large sum to some of my young readers, but to + Mrs. Hoffman it seemed excellent compensation for a week's work. + </p> + <p> + “If I could only earn as much every week,” she said to Paul on Saturday + evening, “I should feel quite rich.” + </p> + <p> + “Your work will last three weeks, mother, and perhaps at the end of that + time some of Mr. Preston's friends may wish to employ you.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope they will.” + </p> + <p> + “How much do you think I have made?” continued Paul. + </p> + <p> + “Six dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “Seven dollars and a half.” + </p> + <p> + “So between us we have earned over twelve dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish I could earn something,” said little Jimmy, looking up from his + drawing. + </p> + <p> + “There's time enough for that, Jimmy. You are going to be a great artist + one of these days.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you really think I shall?” asked the little boy, wistfully. + </p> + <p> + “I think there is a good chance of it. Let me see what you are drawing.” + </p> + <p> + The picture upon which Jimmy was at work represented a farmer standing + upright in a cart, drawn by a sturdy, large-framed horse. The copy bore a + close resemblance to the original, even in the most difficult portions—the + face and expression, both in the man and the horse, being carefully + reproduced. + </p> + <p> + “This is wonderful, Jimmy,” exclaimed Paul, in real surprise. “Didn't you + find it hard to get the man's face just right?” + </p> + <p> + “Rather hard,” said Jimmy; “I had to be careful, but I like best the parts + where I have to take the most pains.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish I could afford to hire a teacher for you,” said Paul. “Perhaps, if + mother and I keep on earning so much money, we shall be able to some + time.” + </p> + <p> + By the middle of the next week six of the shirts were finished, and Paul, + as had been agreed upon, carried them up to Mr. Preston. He was fortunate + enough to find him at home. + </p> + <p> + “I hope they will suit you,” said Paul. + </p> + <p> + “I can see that the sewing is excellent,” said Mr. Preston, examining + them. “As to the fit, I can tell better after I have tried one on.” + </p> + <p> + “Mother made them just like the one you sent; but if there is anything + wrong, she will, of course, be ready to alter them.” + </p> + <p> + “If they are just like the pattern, they will be sure to suit me.” + </p> + <p> + “And now, my young friend,” he added, “let me know how you are getting on + in your own business.” + </p> + <p> + “I am making a dollar a day, sometimes a little more.” + </p> + <p> + “That is very good.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir; but it won't last long.” + </p> + <p> + “I believe you told me that the stand belonged to some one else.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir; I am only tending it in his sickness; but he is getting better, + and when he gets about again, I shall be thrown out of business.” + </p> + <p> + “But you don't look like one who would remain idle long.” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir; I shall be certain to find something to do, if it is only + blacking boots.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you ever been in that business?” + </p> + <p> + “I've tried about everything,” said Paul, laughing. + </p> + <p> + “I suppose you wouldn't enjoy boot-blacking much?” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir; but I would rather do that than be earning nothing.” + </p> + <p> + “You are quite right there, and I am glad you have no false shame in the + matter. There are plenty who have. For instance, a stout, broad-shouldered + young fellow applied to me thus morning for a clerkship. He said he had + come to the city in search of employment, and had nearly expended all his + money without finding anything to do. I told him I couldn't give him a + clerkship, but was in want of a porter. I offered him the place at two + dollars per day. He drew back, and said he should not be willing to accept + a porter's place.” + </p> + <p> + “He was very foolish,” said Paul. + </p> + <p> + “So I thought. I told him that if such were his feelings, I could not help + him. Perhaps he may regret his refusal, when he is reduced to his last + penny. By the way, whenever you have to give up your stand, you may come + to me, and I will see what I can do for you.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “And now, about these shirts; I believe I agreed to pay a dollar and a + quarter each.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “As they are of extra size, I think I ought to pay twelve shillings, + instead of ten.” + </p> + <p> + “My mother thinks herself well paid at ten shillings.” + </p> + <p> + “There must be a great deal of work about one. Twelve shillings are none + too much,” and Mr. Preston placed nine dollars in Paul's hand. + </p> + <p> + “Thank you,” said Paul, gratefully. “My mother will consider herself very + lucky.” + </p> + <p> + When Mrs. Hoffman received from Paul a dollar and a half more than she + anticipated, she felt in unusually good spirits. She had regretted the + loss of her former poorly paid work, but it appeared that her seeming + misfortune had only prepared the way for greater prosperity. The trouble + was that it would not last. Still, it would tide over the dull time, and + when this job was over, she might be able to resume her old employment. At + any rate, while the future seemed uncertain, she did not feel like + increasing her expenditures on account of her increased earnings, but laid + carefully away three-quarters of her receipts to use hereafter in case of + need. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, Paul continued to take care of George Barry's business. He had + been obliged to renew the stock, his large sales having materially reduced + it. Twice a week he went up to see his principal to report sales. George + Barry could not conceal the surprise he felt at Paul's success. + </p> + <p> + “I never thought you would do so well,” he said. “You beat me.” + </p> + <p> + “I suppose it's because I like it,” said Paul. “Then, as I get only half + the profits, I have to work the harder to make fair wages.” + </p> + <p> + “It is fortunate for my son that he found you to take his place,” said + Mrs. Barry. “He could not afford to lose all the income from his + business.” + </p> + <p> + “It is a good thing for both of us,” said Paul. “I was looking for a job + just when he fell sick.” + </p> + <p> + “What had you been doing before?” + </p> + <p> + “I was in the prize-package business, but that got played out, and I was a + gentleman at large, seeking for a light, genteel business that wouldn't + require much capital.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall be able to take my place pretty soon now,” said the young man. “I + might go to-morrow, but mother thinks it imprudent.” + </p> + <p> + “Better get back your strength first, George,” said his mother, “or you + may fall sick again.” + </p> + <p> + But her son was impatient of confinement and anxious to get to work again. + So, two days afterward, about the middle of the forenoon, Paul was + surprised by seeing George Barry get out of a Broadway omnibus, just in + front of the stand. + </p> + <p> + “Can I sell you a necktie, Mr. Barry?” he asked, in a joke. + </p> + <p> + “I almost feel like a stranger,” said Barry, “it's so long since I have + been here.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you feel strong enough to take charge now?” asked Paul. + </p> + <p> + “I am not so strong as I was, and the walk from our rooms would tire me; + but I think if I rode both ways for the present I shall be able to get + along.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you won't need me any longer?” + </p> + <p> + “I would like to have you stay with me to-day. I don't know how I shall + hold out.” + </p> + <p> + “All right! I'll stop.” + </p> + <p> + George Barry remained in attendance the rest of the day. He found that his + strength had so far returned that he should be able to manage alone + hereafter, and he told Paul so. + </p> + <p> + “I am glad you are well again, George,” said Paul. “It must have been dull + work staying at home sick.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, it was dull; but I felt more comfortable from knowing that you were + taking my place. If I get sick again I will send for you.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope you won't get sick; but if you do, I will do what I can to help + you.” + </p> + <p> + So the two parted on the best of terms. Each had been of service to the + other, and neither had cause to complain. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said Paul to himself, “I am out of work again. What shall I go at + next?” + </p> + <p> + It was six o'clock, and there was nothing to be done till the morrow. He + went slowly homeward, revolving this subject in his mind. He knew that he + need not remain idle. He could black boots, or sell newspapers, if nothing + better offered, and he thought it quite possible that he might adopt the + latter business, for a few days at least. He had not forgotten Mr. + Preston's injunction to let him know when he got out of business; but, as + the second half dozen shirts would be ready in three or four days, he + preferred to wait till then, and not make a special call on Mr Preston. He + had considerable independence of feeling, and didn't like to put himself + in the position of one asking a favor, though he had no objection to + accept one voluntarily offered. + </p> + <p> + “Well, mother,” he said, entering his humble home, “I am out of business.” + </p> + <p> + “Has George recovered, then?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, he was at the stand to-day, but wanted me to stay with him till this + evening.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I'm so sorry!” said Jimmy. + </p> + <p> + “Sorry that George has got well? For shame, Jimmy!” + </p> + <p> + “No, I don't mean that, Paul. I am sorry you are out of work.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall find plenty to do, Jimmy. Perhaps Mr. Stewart will take me in as + senior partner, if I ask him.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't think he will,” said Jimmy, laughing. + </p> + <p> + “Then perhaps I can get a few scholars in drawing. Can't you recommend + me?” + </p> + <p> + “I am afraid not, Paul, unless you have improved a good deal.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0014" id="link2HCH0014"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIV + </h2> + <h3> + THE DIAMOND RING + </h3> + <p> + Paul was up betimes the next morning. He had made up his mind for a few + days, at least, to sell newspapers, and it was necessary in this business + to begin the day early. He tool a dollar with him and invested a part of + it in a stock of dailies. He posted himself in Printing House square, and + began to look out for customers. Being an enterprising boy, he was sure to + meet with fair success in any business which he undertook. So it happened + that at ten o'clock he had sold out his stock of papers, and realized a + profit of fifty cents. + </p> + <p> + It was getting late for morning papers, and there was nothing left to do + till the issue of the first edition of the afternoon papers. + </p> + <p> + “I'll go down and see how George Barry is getting along,” thought Paul. + </p> + <p> + He crossed Broadway and soon reached the familiar stand. + </p> + <p> + “How's business, George?” he inquired. + </p> + <p> + “Fair,” said Barry. “I've sold four ties.” + </p> + <p> + “How do you feel?” + </p> + <p> + “I'm not so strong as I was, yet. I get tired more easily. I don't think I + shall stay in this business long.” + </p> + <p> + “You don't? What will you do then?” + </p> + <p> + “I've got a chance in Philadelphia, or I shall have by the first of the + month.” + </p> + <p> + “What sort of a chance?” + </p> + <p> + “Mother got a letter yesterday from a cousin of hers who has a store on + Chestnut street. He offers to take me as a clerk, and give me ten dollars + a week at first, and more after a while.” + </p> + <p> + “That's a good offer. I should like to get one like it.” + </p> + <p> + “I'll tell you what, Paul, you'd better buy out my stand. You know how to + sell ties, and can make money.” + </p> + <p> + “There's only one objection, George.” + </p> + <p> + “What's that?” + </p> + <p> + “I haven't got any capital.” + </p> + <p> + “It don't need much.” + </p> + <p> + “How much?” + </p> + <p> + “I'll sell out all my stock at cost price.” + </p> + <p> + “How much do you think there is?” + </p> + <p> + “About twenty-five dollars' worth. Then there is the frame, which is + worth, say ten dollars, making thirty-five in all. That isn't much.” + </p> + <p> + “It's more than I've got. I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll take it, and + pay you five dollars down and the rest in one month.” + </p> + <p> + “I would take your offer, Paul, but I need all the money how. It will be + expensive moving to Philadelphia and I shall want all I can get.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish I could buy you out,” said Paul, thoughtfully. + </p> + <p> + “Can't you borrow the money?” + </p> + <p> + “How soon do you want to give up?” + </p> + <p> + “It's the seventeenth now. I should like to get rid of it by the + twenty-second.” + </p> + <p> + “I'll see what I can do. Just keep it for me till to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + “All right.” + </p> + <p> + Paul walked home revolving in his mind this unexpected opportunity. He had + made, as George Barry's agent, a dollar a day, though he received only + half the profits. If he were himself the proprietor, and did equally well, + he could make twelve dollars a week. The calculation almost took away his + breath. Twelve dollars a week would make about fifty dollars a month. It + would enable him to contribute more to the support of the family, and save + up money besides. But the great problem was, how to raise the necessary + money. If Paul had been a railroad corporation, he might have issued first + mortgage bonds at a high rate of interest, payable in gold, and negotiated + them through some leading banker. But he was not much versed in financial + schemes, and therefore was at a loss. The only wealthy friend he had was + Mr. Preston, and he did not like to apply to him till he had exhausted + other ways and means. + </p> + <p> + “What makes you so sober, Paul?” asked his mother, as he entered the room. + “You are home early.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I sold all my papers, and thought I would take an early dinner, so + as to be on hand in time for the first afternoon papers.” + </p> + <p> + “Don't you feel well?” + </p> + <p> + “Tiptop; but I've had a good offer, and I'm thinking whether I can accept + it.” + </p> + <p> + “What sort of an offer?” + </p> + <p> + “George Barry wants to sell out his stand.” + </p> + <p> + “How much does he ask?” + </p> + <p> + “Thirty-five dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “Is it worth that?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, it's worth all that, and more, too. If I had it I could make two + dollars a day. But I haven't got thirty-five dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “I can let you have nine, Paul. I had a little saved up, and I haven't + touched the money Mr. Preston paid me for the shirts.” + </p> + <p> + “I've got five myself, but that will only make fourteen.” + </p> + <p> + “Won't he wait for the rest?” + </p> + <p> + “No, he's going to Philadelphia early next week, and wants the whole in + cash.” + </p> + <p> + “It would be a pity to lose such a good chance,” said Mrs. Hoffman. + </p> + <p> + “That's what I think.” + </p> + <p> + “You could soon save up the money on two dollars a day.” + </p> + <p> + “I could pay for it in a month—I mean, all above the fourteen + dollars we have.” + </p> + <p> + “In a day or two I shall have finished the second half-dozen shirts, and + then I suppose Mr. Preston will pay me nine dollars more. I could let you + have six dollars of that.” + </p> + <p> + “That would make twenty. Perhaps George Barry will take that. If he won't + I don't know but I will venture to apply to Mr. Preston.” + </p> + <p> + “He seems to take an interest in you. Perhaps he would trust you with the + money.” + </p> + <p> + “I could offer him a mortgage on the stock,” said Paul. + </p> + <p> + “If he has occasion to foreclose, he will be well provided with neckties,” + said Mrs. Hoffman, smiling. + </p> + <p> + “None of which he could wear. I'll tell you what, mother, I should like to + pick up a pocketbook in the street, containing, say, twenty or twenty-five + dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “That would be very convenient,” said his mother; “but I think it will + hardly do to depend on such good luck happening to you. By the way,” she + said, suddenly, “perhaps I can help you, after all. Don't you remember + that gold ring I picked up in Central Park two years ago?” + </p> + <p> + “The one you advertised?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes. I advertised, or, rather, your father did; but we never found an + owner for it.” + </p> + <p> + “I remember it now, mother. Have you got the ring still?” + </p> + <p> + “I will get it.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Hoffman went to her trunk, and, opening it, produced the ring + referred to. It was a gold ring with a single stone of considerable size. + </p> + <p> + “I don't know how much it is worth,” said Mrs. Hoffman; “but if the ring + is a diamond, as I think it is, it must be worth as much as twenty + dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “Did you ever price it?” + </p> + <p> + “No, Paul; I have kept it, thinking that it would be something to fall + back upon if we should ever be hard pressed. As long as we were able to + get along without suffering, I thought I would keep it. Besides, I had + another feeling. It might belong to some person who prized it very much, + and the time might come when we could find the owner. However, that is not + likely after so long a time. So, if you cannot raise the money in any + other way, you may sell the ring.” + </p> + <p> + “I might pawn it for thirty days, mother. By that time I should be able to + redeem it with the profits of my business.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't think you could get enough from a pawn-broker.” + </p> + <p> + “I can try, at any rate; but first I will see George Barry, and find out + whether he will take twenty dollars down, and the rest at the end of a + month.” + </p> + <p> + Paul wrapped up the ring in a piece of paper, and deposited it in his vest + pocket. He waited till after dinner, and then went at once to the necktie + stand, where he made the proposal to George Barry. + </p> + <p> + The young man shook his head. + </p> + <p> + “I'd like to oblige you, Paul,” he said, “but I must have the money. I + have an offer of thirty-two dollars, cash, from another party, and I must + take up with it if I can't do any better. I'd rather sell out to you, but + you know I have to consult my own interest.” + </p> + <p> + “Of course, George, I can't complain of that.” + </p> + <p> + “I think you will be able to borrow the money somewhere.” + </p> + <p> + “Most of my friends are as poor as myself,” said Paul. “Still, I think I + shall be able to raise the money. Only wait for me two days.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Paul, I'll wait that long. I'd like to sell out to you, if only + because you have helped me when I was sick. But for you all that would + have been lost time.” + </p> + <p> + “Where there's a will there's a way, George,” said Paul. “I'm bound to buy + your stand and I will raise the money somehow.” + </p> + <p> + Paul bought a few papers, for he did not like to lose the afternoon trade, + and in an hour had sold them all off, realizing a profit of twenty cents. + This made his profits for the day seventy cents. + </p> + <p> + “That isn't as well as I used to do,” said Paul to himself, “but perhaps I + can make something more by and by. I will go now and see what I can get + for the ring.” + </p> + <p> + As he had determined, he proceeded to a pawnbroker's shop which he had + often passed. It was on Chatham street, and was kept by an old man, an + Englishman by birth, who, though he lived meanly in a room behind his + shop, was popularly supposed to have accumulated a considerable fortune. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0015" id="link2HCH0015"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XV + </h2> + <h3> + THE PAWNBROKER'S SHOP + </h3> + <p> + Stuffed behind the counter, and on the shelves of the pawnbroker's shop, + were articles in almost endless variety. All was fish that came to his + net. He was willing to advance on anything that had a marketable value, + and which promised to yield him, I was about to say, a fair profit. But a + fair profit was far from satisfying the old man. He demanded an + extortionate profit from those whom ill-fortune drove to his door for + relief. + </p> + <p> + Eliakim Henderson, for that was his name, was a small man, with a bald + head, scattering yellow whiskers, and foxlike eyes. Spiderlike he waited + for the flies who flew of their own accord into his clutches, and took + care not to let them go until he had levied a large tribute. When Paul + entered the shop, there were three customers ahead of him. One was a young + woman, whose pale face and sunken cheeks showed that she was waging an + unequal conflict with disease. She was a seamstress by occupation, and had + to work fifteen hours a day to earn the little that was barely sufficient + to keep body and soul together. Confined in her close little room on the + fourth floor, she scarcely dared to snatch time to look out of the window + into the street beneath, lest she should not be able to complete her + allotted task. A two days' sickness had compelled her to have recourse to + Eliakim Henderson. She had under her arm a small bundle covered with an + old copy of the Sun. + </p> + <p> + “What have you got there?” asked the old man, roughly. “Show it quick, for + there's others waiting.” + </p> + <p> + Meekly she unfolded a small shawl, somewhat faded from long use. + </p> + <p> + “What will you give me on that?” she asked, timidly. + </p> + <p> + “It isn't worth much.” + </p> + <p> + “It cost five dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you got cheated. It never was worth half the money. What do you want + on it?” + </p> + <p> + The seamstress intended to ask a dollar and a half, but after this + depreciation she did not venture to name so high a figure. + </p> + <p> + “A dollar and a quarter,” she said. + </p> + <p> + “A dollar and a quarter!” repeated the old man, shrilly. “Take it home + with you. I don't want it.” + </p> + <p> + “What will you give?” asked the poor girl, faintly. + </p> + <p> + “Fifty cents. Not a penny more.” + </p> + <p> + “Fifty cents!” she repeated, in dismay, and was about to refold it. But + the thought of her rent in arrears changed her half-formed intention. + </p> + <p> + “I'll take it, sir.” + </p> + <p> + The money and ticket were handed her, and she went back to her miserable + attic-room, coughing as she went. + </p> + <p> + “Now, ma'am,” said Eliakim. + </p> + <p> + His new customer was an Irish woman, by no means consumptive in + appearance, red of face and portly of figure. + </p> + <p> + “And what'll ye be givin' me for this?” she asked, displaying a pair of + pantaloons. + </p> + <p> + “Are they yours, ma'am?” asked Eliakim, with a chuckle. + </p> + <p> + “It's not Bridget McCarty that wears the breeches,” said that lady. “It's + me husband's, and a dacent, respectable man he is, barrin' the drink, + which turns his head. What'll ye give for 'em?” + </p> + <p> + “Name your price,” said Eliakim, whose principle it was to insist upon his + customers making the first offer. + </p> + <p> + “Twelve shillin's,” said Bridget. + </p> + <p> + “Twelve shillings!” exclaimed Eliakim, holding up both hands. “That's all + they cost when they were new.” + </p> + <p> + “They cost every cint of five dollars,” said Bridget. “They was made at + one of the most fashionable shops in the city. Oh, they was an illigant + pair when they was new.” + </p> + <p> + “How many years ago was that?” asked the pawnbroker. + </p> + <p> + “Only six months, and they ain't been worn more'n a month.” + </p> + <p> + “I'll give you fifty cents.” + </p> + <p> + “Fifty cints!” repeated Mrs. McCarty, turning to the other customers, as + if to call their attention to an offer so out of proportion to the + valuable article she held in her hand. “Only fifty cints for these + illigant breeches! Oh, it's you that's a hard man, that lives on the poor + and the nady.” + </p> + <p> + “You needn't take it. I should lose money on it, if you didn't redeem it.” + </p> + <p> + “He says he'd lose money on it,” said Mrs. McCarty. “And suppose he did, + isn't he a-rollin' in gold?” + </p> + <p> + “I'm poor,” said Eliakim; “almost as poor as you, because I'm too liberal + to my customers.” + </p> + <p> + “Hear till him!” said Mrs. McCarty. “He says he's liberal and only offers + fifty cints for these illigant breeches.” + </p> + <p> + “Will you take them or leave them?” demanded the pawnbroker, impatiently. + </p> + <p> + “You may give me the money,” said Bridget; “and it's I that wonder how you + can slape in your bed, when you are so hard on poor folks.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. McCarty departed with her money, and Eliakim fixed his sharp eyes on + the next customer. It was a tall man, shabbily dressed, with a thin, + melancholy-looking face, and the expression of one who had struggled with + the world, and failed in the struggle. + </p> + <p> + “How much for this?” he asked, pointing to the violin, and speaking in a + slow, deliberate tone, as if he did not feel at home in the language. + </p> + <p> + “What do you want for it?” + </p> + <p> + “Ten dollar,” he answered. + </p> + <p> + “Ten dollars! You're crazy!” was the contemptuous comment of the + pawnbroker. + </p> + <p> + “He is a very good violin,” said the man. “If you would like to hear him,” + and he made a movement as if to play upon it. + </p> + <p> + “Never mind!” said Eliakim. “I haven't any time to hear it. If it were new + it would be worth something; but it's old, and——” + </p> + <p> + “But you do not understand,” interrupted the customer, eagerly. “It is + worth much more than new. Do you see, it is by a famous maker? I would not + sell him, but I am poor, and my Bettina needs bread. It hurts me very much + to let him go. I will buy him back as soon as I can.” + </p> + <p> + “I will give you two dollars, but I shall lose on it, unless you redeem + it.” + </p> + <p> + “Two dollar!” repeated the Italian. “Ocielo! it is nothing. But Bettina is + at home without bread, poor little one! Will you not give three dollar?” + </p> + <p> + “Not a cent more.” + </p> + <p> + “I will take it.” + </p> + <p> + “There's your money and ticket.” + </p> + <p> + And with these the poor Italian departed, giving one last lingering glance + at his precious violin, as Eliakim took it roughly and deposited it upon a + shelf behind him. But he thought of his little daughter at home, and the + means of relief which he held in his hand, and a smile of joy lightened + his melancholy features. The future might be dark and unpromising, but for + three days, at any rate, she should not want bread. + </p> + <p> + Paul's turn came next. + </p> + <p> + “What have you got?” asked the pawnbroker. + </p> + <p> + Paul showed the ring. + </p> + <p> + Eliakim took it, and his small, beadlike eyes sparkled avariciously as he + recognized the diamond, for his experience was such that he could form a + tolerably correct estimate of its value. But he quickly suppressed all + outward manifestations of interest, and said, indifferently, “What do you + want for it?” + </p> + <p> + “I want twenty dollars,” said Paul, boldly. + </p> + <p> + “Twenty dollars!” returned the pawnbroker. “That's a joke.” + </p> + <p> + “No, it isn't,” said Paul. “I want twenty dollars, and you can't have the + ring for less.” + </p> + <p> + “If you said twenty shillings, I might give it to you,” said Eliakim; “but + you must think I am a fool to give twenty dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “That's cheap for a diamond ring,” said Paul. “It's worth a good deal + more.” + </p> + <p> + The pawnbroker eyed Paul sharply. Did the boy know that it was a diamond + ring? What chance was there of deceiving him as to its value? The old man, + whose business made him a good judge, decided that the ring was not worth + less than two hundred and fifty dollars, and if he could get it into his + possession for a trifle, it would be a paying operation. + </p> + <p> + “You're mistaken, boy,” he said. “It's not a diamond.” + </p> + <p> + “What is it?” + </p> + <p> + “A very good imitation.” + </p> + <p> + “How much is it worth?” + </p> + <p> + “I'll give you three dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “That won't do. I want to raise twenty dollars, and if I can't get that, + I'll keep the ring.” + </p> + <p> + The pawnbroker saw that he had made a mistake. Paul was not as much in + need of money as the majority of his customers. He would rather pay twenty + dollars than lose the bargain, though it went against the grain to pay so + much money. But after pronouncing the stone an imitation, how could he + rise much above the offer he had already made? He resolved to approach it + gradually. Surveying it more closely, he said: + </p> + <p> + “It is an excellent imitation. I will give you five dollars.” + </p> + <p> + Paul was not without natural shrewdness, and this sudden advance convinced + him that it was, after all, a real stone. He determined to get twenty + dollars or carry the ring home. + </p> + <p> + “Five dollars won't do me any good,” he said. “Give me back the ring.” + </p> + <p> + “Five dollars is a good deal of money,” said Eliakim. + </p> + <p> + “I'd rather have the ring.” + </p> + <p> + “What is your lowest price?” + </p> + <p> + “Twenty dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “I'll give you eight.” + </p> + <p> + “Just now you said it was worth only three,” said Paul, sharply. + </p> + <p> + “It is very fine gold. It is better than I thought. Here is the money.” + </p> + <p> + “You're a little too fast,” said Paul, coolly. “I haven't agreed to part + with the ring for eight dollars, and I don't mean to. Twenty dollars is my + lowest price.” + </p> + <p> + “I'll give you ten,” said the old man, whose eagerness increased with + Paul's indifference. + </p> + <p> + “No, you won't. Give me back the ring.” + </p> + <p> + “I might give eleven, but I should lose money.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't want you to lose money, and I've concluded to keep the ring,” + said Paul, rightly inferring from the old man's eagerness that the ring + was much more valuable than he had at first supposed. + </p> + <p> + But the old pawnbroker was fascinated by the sparkling bauble. He could + not make up his mind to give it up. By fair means or foul he must possess + it. He advanced his bid to twelve, fourteen, fifteen dollars, but Paul + shook his head resolutely. He had made up his mind to carry it to Ball + & Black's, or some other first-class jewelers, and ascertain whether + it was a real diamond or not, and if so to obtain an estimate of its + value. + </p> + <p> + “I've changed my mind,” he said. “I'll keep the ring. Just give it back to + me.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0016" id="link2HCH0016"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVI + </h2> + <h3> + THE JEWELER'S PRICE + </h3> + <p> + But to give it back was not Eliakim's intention. Should he buy it at + twenty dollars, he would make at least two hundred, and such bargains were + not to be had every day. He decided to give Paul his price. + </p> + <p> + “I will give you twenty dollars,” he said; “but it is more than the ring + is worth.” + </p> + <p> + “I have concluded not to take twenty dollars,” said Paul. “You may give it + back.” + </p> + <p> + “You agreed to take twenty dollars,” said Eliakim, angrily. + </p> + <p> + “That was when I first came in. You said you wouldn't give it.” + </p> + <p> + “I have changed my mind.” + </p> + <p> + “So have I,” said Paul. “You had a chance to get it, but now it's too + late.” + </p> + <p> + Eliakim was deeply disappointed. Generally he had his own way with his + customers, who, being in urgent need of money, were obliged to accept such + terms as he chose to offer. But now the tables were turned, and Paul + proved more than a match for him. He resolved to attempt intimidation. + </p> + <p> + “Boy, where did you get this ring?” he asked, in a significant tone. + </p> + <p> + “Honestly,” said Paul. “That's all you need to know.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't believe it,” said the old man, harshly. “I believe you stole it.” + </p> + <p> + “You may believe what you like, but you must give it back to me,” said + Paul, coolly. + </p> + <p> + “I've a great mind to call a policeman,” said Eliakim. + </p> + <p> + “If you did,” said Paul, “I'd tell him that you were anxious to get the + ring, though you believed it to be stolen. Perhaps he might have something + to say to you.” + </p> + <p> + Eliakim perceived the force of Paul's argument, for in law the receiver of + stolen goods is as bad as the thief, and there had been occasions when the + pawnbroker had narrowly escaped punishment for thus indirectly conniving + at theft. + </p> + <p> + “If you say you got it honestly, I'll buy it of you,” he said, changing + his tune. “What will you take?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't care about selling to-day,” answered Paul. + </p> + <p> + “I'll give you twenty-five dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “I can't sell without consulting my mother. It belongs to her.” + </p> + <p> + Reluctantly Eliakim gave back the ring, finding his wiles of no effect. + </p> + <p> + “Bring your mother round to-morrow,” he said. “I'll give you a better + price than you will get anywhere else.” + </p> + <p> + “All right,” said Paul. “I'll tell her what you say.” + </p> + <p> + The old pawnbroker followed Paul with wistful glances, vainly wishing that + he had not at first depreciated the ring to such an extent, that his + subsequent advances had evidently excited his customer's suspicion that it + was more valuable than he supposed. He felt that he had lost it through + not understanding the character of the boy with whom he had to deal. + </p> + <p> + “Well, Paul, what news of the ring?” asked Mrs. Hoffman, as he re-entered + the room. + </p> + <p> + “I was offered twenty-five dollars for it,” said Paul. + </p> + <p> + “Did you sell it?” + </p> + <p> + “No, mother.” + </p> + <p> + “Why not?” asked Jimmy. “Twenty-five dollars is a lot of money.” + </p> + <p> + “I know it,” said Paul; “but the ring is worth a great deal more.” + </p> + <p> + “What makes you think so, Paul?” + </p> + <p> + “Because the offer was made by a pawnbroker, who never pays quarter what + an article is worth. I am sure the ring is worth a hundred dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I am sure it is worth all that.” + </p> + <p> + “A hundred dollars!” repeated Jimmy, awestruck at the magnitude of the + sum. + </p> + <p> + “What shall we do about it, Paul?” asked his mother. “A hundred dollars + will do us more good than the ring.” + </p> + <p> + “I know that, mother. What I propose is, to carry it to Ball & + Black's, or Tiffany's, and sell it for whatever they say it is worth. They + are first-class houses, and we can depend upon fair treatment.” + </p> + <p> + “Your advice is good, Paul. I think we will follow it. When will you go?” + </p> + <p> + “I will go at once. I have nothing else to do, and I would like to find + out as soon as I can how much it will bring. Old Henderson wanted me to + think, at first, that it was only imitation, and offered me twenty + shillings on it. He's an old cheat. When he found that I wasn't to be + humbugged, he raised his offer by degrees to twenty-five dollars. That was + what made me suspect its value.” + </p> + <p> + “If you get a hundred dollars, Paul,” said Jimmy, “you can buy out the + stand.” + </p> + <p> + “That depends on whether mother will lend me the money,” said Paul. “You + know it's hers. She may not be willing to lend without security.” + </p> + <p> + “I am so unaccustomed to being a capitalist,” said Mrs. Hoffman, smiling, + “that I shan't know how to sustain the character. I don't think I shall be + afraid to trust you, Paul.” + </p> + <p> + Once more, with the ring carefully wrapped in a paper and deposited in his + pocketbook, Paul started uptown. Tiffany, whose fame as a jeweler is + world-wide, was located on Broadway. He had not yet removed to his present + magnificent store on Union Square. + </p> + <p> + Paul knew the store, but had never entered it. Now, as he entered, he was + struck with astonishment at the sight of the immense and costly stock, + unrivaled by any similar establishment, not only in the United States, but + in Europe. Our hero walked up to the counter, and stood beside a + richly-dressed lady who was bargaining for a costly bracelet. He had to + wait ten minutes while the lady was making her choice from a number + submitted to her for inspection. Finally she selected one, and paid for + it. The clerk, now being at leisure, turned to our hero and asked:— + </p> + <p> + “Well, young man, what can I do for you?” + </p> + <p> + “I have a ring which I should like to show you. I want to know how much it + is worth.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well. Let me see it.” + </p> + <p> + When Paul produced the diamond ring, the clerk, who had long been in the + business, and perceived its value at once, started in surprise. + </p> + <p> + “This is a very valuable ring,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “So I thought,” said Paul. “How much is it worth?” + </p> + <p> + “Do you mean how much should we ask for it?” + </p> + <p> + “No; how much would you give for it?” + </p> + <p> + “Probably two hundred and fifty dollars.” Paul was quite startled on + finding the ring so much more valuable than he had supposed. He had + thought it might possibly be worth a hundred dollars; but he had not + imagined any rings were worth as much as the sum named. + </p> + <p> + “Will you buy it of me?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + The clerk regarded Paul attentively, and, as he thought, a little + suspiciously. + </p> + <p> + “Does the ring belong to you?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “No, to my mother.” + </p> + <p> + “Where did she buy it?” + </p> + <p> + “She didn't buy it at all. She found it one day at Central Park. It + belongs to her now. She advertised for an owner, and examined the papers + to see if it was advertised as lost, but could hear nothing of the one to + whom it belonged.” + </p> + <p> + “How long ago was this?” + </p> + <p> + “Two years ago.” + </p> + <p> + “I will show this ring to Mr. Tiffany,” said the clerk. + </p> + <p> + “Very well.” + </p> + <p> + Paul took a seat and waited. + </p> + <p> + Soon Mr. Tiffany came up. + </p> + <p> + “Are you the boy who brought in the ring?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “You say your mother found it two years ago in Central Park?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “It is a valuable ring. I should be willing to buy it for two hundred and + fifty dollars, if I were quite certain that you had a right to dispose of + it.” + </p> + <p> + “I have told you the truth, Mr. Tiffany,” said Paul, a little nettled at + having his word doubted. + </p> + <p> + “That may be, but there is still a possibility that the original owner may + turn up.” + </p> + <p> + “Won't you buy it, then?” asked Paul, disappointed, for, if he were unable + to dispose of the ring, he would have to look elsewhere for the means of + buying out Barry's street stand. + </p> + <p> + “I don't say that; but I should want a guaranty of indemnity against loss, + in case the person who lost it should present a claim.” + </p> + <p> + “In that case,” said Paul, “I would give you back the money you paid me.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Tiffany smiled. + </p> + <p> + “But suppose the money were all spent,” he suggested. “I suppose you are + intending to use the money?” + </p> + <p> + “I am going to start in business with it,” said Paul, “and I hope to add + to it.” + </p> + <p> + “Every one thinks so who goes into business; but some get disappointed. + You see, my young friend, that I should incur a risk. Remember, I don't + know you. I judge from your appearance that you are honest; but + appearances are sometimes deceitful.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I suppose you won't buy it?” said Paul, who saw the force of this + remark. + </p> + <p> + “If you can bring here any responsible gentleman who knows you, and is + willing to guarantee me against loss in the event of the owner's being + found I will buy the ring for two hundred and fifty dollars.” + </p> + <p> + Paul brightened up. He thought at once of Mr. Preston, and, from the + friendly interest which that gentleman appeared to take in him, he judged + that he would not refuse him this service. + </p> + <p> + “I think I can do that,” he said. “Do you know Mr. Andrew Preston? He is a + wealthy gentleman, who lives on Madison avenue, between Thirty-fourth and + Thirty-fifth streets.” + </p> + <p> + “Not personally. I know him by reputation.” + </p> + <p> + “Will he be satisfactory?” + </p> + <p> + “Entirely so.” + </p> + <p> + “He knows me well,” said Paul. “I think he will be willing to stand + security for me. I will come back in a day or two.” + </p> + <p> + Paul took the ring, and left the store. He determined to call that evening + on Mr. Preston, and ask the favor indicated. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0017" id="link2HCH0017"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVII + </h2> + <h3> + MR. FELIX MONTGOMERY + </h3> + <p> + Paul had an errand farther uptown, and, on leaving Tiffany's walked up as + far as Twenty-third street. Feeling rather tired, he got on board a + University place car to return. They had accomplished, perhaps, half the + distance, when, to his surprise, George Barry entered the car. + </p> + <p> + “How do you happen to be here, at this time, Barry?” he asked. “I thought + you were attending to business.” + </p> + <p> + “I closed up for a couple of hours, having an errand at home. Where have + you been?” + </p> + <p> + “To Tiffany's.” + </p> + <p> + “What, the jewelers?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “To buy a diamond ring, I suppose,” said Barry, jocosely. + </p> + <p> + “No—not to buy, but to sell one.” + </p> + <p> + “You are joking,” said his companion, incredulously. + </p> + <p> + “No, I am not. The ring belongs to my mother. I am trying to raise money + enough on it to buy you out.” + </p> + <p> + “I didn't know your mother was rich enough to indulge in such expensive + jewelry.” + </p> + <p> + “She isn't, and that's the reason I am trying to sell it.” + </p> + <p> + “I mean, I didn't think she was ever rich enough.” + </p> + <p> + “I'll explain it,” said Paul. “The ring was found some time since in + Central Park. As no owner has ever appeared, though we advertised it, we + consider that it belongs to us.” + </p> + <p> + “How much is it worth?” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Tiffany offered two hundred and fifty dollars for it.” + </p> + <p> + Barry uttered an exclamation of surprise. + </p> + <p> + “Well, that is what I call luck. Of course, you accepted it.” + </p> + <p> + “I intend to do so; but I must bring some gentleman who will guarantee + that I am all right and have the right to sell it.” + </p> + <p> + “Can you do that?” + </p> + <p> + “I think so! I am going to ask Mr. Preston. I think he will do me that + favor.” + </p> + <p> + “Then there's a fair chance of your buying me out.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes. I guess I can settle the whole thing up to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you got the ring with you?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “I should like to see it, if you have no objection.” + </p> + <p> + Paul drew it from his pocket, and passed it over to Barry. + </p> + <p> + “It's a handsome one, but who would think such a little thing could be + worth two hundred and fifty dollars?” + </p> + <p> + “I'd rather have the money than the ring.” + </p> + <p> + “So would I.” + </p> + <p> + On the right of Paul sat a man of about forty, well-dressed and + respectable in appearance, with a heavy gold chain ostentatiously + depending from his watch pocket, and with the air of a substantial + citizen. He listened to the conversation between Barry and Paul with + evident interest, and when Barry had returned the ring, he said: + </p> + <p> + “Young gentleman, would you be kind enough to let me look at your ring? I + am myself in business as a jeweler in Syracuse, and so feel an interest in + examining it.” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly, sir,” said Paul, the stranger's explanation of his motives + inspiring him with perfect confidence. + </p> + <p> + The jeweler from Syracuse took the ring in his hands and appeared to + examine it carefully. + </p> + <p> + “This is a handsome ring,” he said, “and one of great value. How much were + you offered for it at Tiffany's?” + </p> + <p> + “Two hundred and fifty dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “It is worth more.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I suppose so,” said Paul; “but he has to sell it, and make a + profit.” + </p> + <p> + “He could do that, and yet make a profit. I will pay you two hundred and + seventy-five dollars, myself—that is, on one condition.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't object to getting twenty-five dollars more,” said Paul. “What is + the condition?” + </p> + <p> + “I have an order from a gentleman for a diamond ring for a young lady—an + engagement ring, in short. If this suits him, as I think it will, I will + pay you what I said. I can easily get three hundred and twenty-five from + him.” + </p> + <p> + “How are you going to find out whether it will suit him?” + </p> + <p> + “Easily. He is stopping at the same hotel with me.” + </p> + <p> + “What hotel is that?” + </p> + <p> + “Lovejoy's. If you can spare the time and will come with me now, we can + arrange matters at once. By the way, you can refer me to some responsible + citizen, who will guarantee you. Not, of course, that I have any doubts, + but we business men are forced to be cautious.” + </p> + <p> + Paul mentioned Mr. Preston's name. + </p> + <p> + “Quite satisfactory,” answered the jeweler. “I know Mr. Preston + personally, and as I am pressed for time, I will accept his name without + calling upon him. What is your name?” + </p> + <p> + “Paul Hoffman.” + </p> + <p> + “I will note it down.” + </p> + <p> + The gentleman from Syracuse drew out a memorandum book, in which he + entered Paul's name. + </p> + <p> + “When you see Mr. Preston, just mention my name; Felix Montgomery.” + </p> + <p> + “I will do so.” + </p> + <p> + “Say, if you please, that I would have called upon him, but, coming to the + city strictly on business, was too hurried to do so.” + </p> + <p> + This also Paul promised, and counted himself fortunate in falling in with + a friend, or, at all events, acquaintance of Mr. Preston, since he was + likely to make twenty-five dollars more than he would otherwise have done. + </p> + <p> + When he got out of the car at the Astor House, the stranger said: + </p> + <p> + “It will be half an hour before I can reach Lovejoy's, as I have a + business call to make first. Can you call there, say, in three-quarters of + an hour?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well, then, I will expect you. Inquire for me at the desk, and ask + the servant to conduct you to my room—you remember my name?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir—Mr. Felix Montgomery.” + </p> + <p> + “Quite right. Good-by, then, till we meet.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Felix Montgomery went into the Astor House, and remained about five + minutes. He then came out on the steps, and, looking about him to see if + Paul was anywhere near, descended the steps, and walked across to + Lovejoy's Hotel. Going up to the desk, he inquired: + </p> + <p> + “Can you accommodate me with a room?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir; please enter your name.” + </p> + <p> + The stranger entered his name with a flourish, as Felix Montgomery, + Syracuse. + </p> + <p> + “Room No. 237,” said the clerk; “will you go up now?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I think so.” + </p> + <p> + “Any luggage?” + </p> + <p> + “My trunk will be brought from the St. Nicholas in the course of the + afternoon.” + </p> + <p> + “We require payment in advance where there is no luggage.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well. I will pay for one day. I am not sure but I shall get through + my business in time to go away to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + Here the servant appeared to conduct Mr. Montgomery to his room. + </p> + <p> + “By the way,” he said, turning back, as if it were an afterthought, “I + directed a boy to call here for me in about half an hour. When he comes + you may send him up to my room.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well, sir.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Montgomery followed the servant upstairs to room No. 237. It was + rather high up, but he seemed well pleased that this was the case. + </p> + <p> + “Hope you won't get tired of climbing, sir,” said the servant. + </p> + <p> + “No—I've got pretty good wind.” + </p> + <p> + “Most gentlemen complain of going up so far.” + </p> + <p> + “It makes little difference to me.” + </p> + <p> + At length they reached the room, and Mr. Montgomery entered. + </p> + <p> + “This will answer very well,” he said, with a hasty glance about him. + “When my trunk comes, I want it sent up.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “I believe that is all; you can go.” + </p> + <p> + The servant retired and Mr. Felix Montgomery sat down upon the bed. + </p> + <p> + “My little plot seems likely to succeed,” he said to himself. “I've been + out of luck lately, but this boy's ring will give me a lift. He can't + suspect anything. He'll be sure to come.” + </p> + <p> + Probably the reader has already suspected that Mr. Felix Montgomery was + not a jeweler from Syracuse, nor had he any claim to the name under which + he at present figured. He was a noted confidence man, who lived by preying + upon the community. His appearance was in his favor, and it was his + practice to assume the dress and air of a respectable middle-aged citizen, + as in the present instance. The sight of the diamond ring had excited his + cupidity, and he had instantly formed the design of getting possession of + it, if possible. Thus far, his plan promised success. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, Paul loitered away the time in the City Hall Park for half an + hour or more. He did not care to go home until his negotiation was + complete, and he could report the ring sold, and carry home the money. + </p> + <p> + “Won't mother be astonished,” he thought, “at the price I got for the + ring? I'm in luck this morning.” + </p> + <p> + When the stipulated time had passed, Paul rose from the bench on which he + was seated, and walked to Lovejoy's Hotel, not far distant. + </p> + <p> + “Has Mr. Felix Montgomery a room here?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” answered the clerk. “Did you wish to see him?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “He mentioned that a boy would call by appointment. Here, James, show this + boy up to No. 237—Mr. Montgomery's room.” + </p> + <p> + A hotel servant appeared, and Paul followed him up several flights of + stairs till they stood before No. 237. + </p> + <p> + “This is the room, sir,” said James. “Wait a minute, and I'll knock.” + </p> + <p> + In answer to the knock, Mr. Montgomery himself opened the door. + </p> + <p> + “Come in,” he said to Paul; “I was expecting you.” + </p> + <p> + So Paul, not suspecting treachery, entered No. 237. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0018" id="link2HCH0018"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVIII + </h2> + <h3> + A CLEVER THIEF + </h3> + <p> + “Take a seat,” said Mr. Montgomery. “My friend will be in directly. + Meanwhile will you let me look at the ring once more?” + </p> + <p> + Paul took it from his pocket, and handed it to the jeweler from Syracuse, + as he supposed him to be. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Montgomery took it to the window, and appeared to be examining it + carefully. + </p> + <p> + He stood with his back to Paul, but this did not excite suspicion on the + part of our hero. + </p> + <p> + “I am quite sure,” he said, still standing with his back to Paul, “that + this will please my friend. From the instructions he gave me, it is + precisely what he wanted.” + </p> + <p> + While uttering these words, he had drawn a sponge and a vial of chloroform + from his side pocket. He saturated the former from the vial, and then, + turning quickly, seized Paul, too much taken by surprise to make immediate + resistance, and applied the sponge to his nose. When he realized that foul + play was meditated, he began to struggle, but he was in a firm grasp, and + the chloroform was already beginning to do its work. His head began to + swim, and he was speedily in a state of insensibility. When this was + accomplished, Mr. Felix Montgomery, eyeing the insensible boy with + satisfaction, put on his hat, walked quickly to the door, which he locked + on the outside, and made his way rapidly downstairs. Leaving the key at + the desk, he left the hotel and disappeared. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile Paul slowly recovered consciousness. As he came to himself, he + looked about him bewildered, not at first comprehending where he was. All + at once it flashed upon him, and he jumped up eagerly and rushed to the + door. He tried in vain to open it. + </p> + <p> + “I am regularly trapped!” he thought, with a feeling of mingled anger and + vexation. “What a fool I was to let myself be swindled so easily! I wonder + how long I have been lying here insensible?” + </p> + <p> + Paul was not a boy to give up easily. He meant to get back the ring if it + was a possible thing. The first thing was, of course, to get out of his + present confinement. He was not used to hotel arrangements and never + thought of the bell, but, as the only thing he could think of, began to + pound upon the door. But it so happened that at this time there were no + servants on that floor, and his appeals for help were not heard. Every + moment that he had to wait seemed at least five, for no doubt the man who + had swindled him was improving the time to escape to a place of safety. + Finding that his blows upon the door produced no effect, he began to jump + up and down upon the floor, making, in his heavy boots, a considerable + noise. + </p> + <p> + The room directly under No. 237 was occupied by an old gentleman of a very + nervous and irascible temper, Mr. Samuel Piper, a country merchant, who, + having occasion to be in the city on business for a few days, had put up + at Lovejoy's Hotel. He had fatigued himself by some business calls, and + was now taking a little rest upon the bed, when he was aroused from + half-sleep by the pounding overhead. + </p> + <p> + “I wish people would have the decency to keep quiet,” he said to himself, + peevishly. “How can I rest with such a confounded racket going on above!” + </p> + <p> + He lay back, thinking the noise would cease, but Paul, finding the + knocking on the door ineffectual, began to jump up and down, as I have + already said. Of course this noise was heard distinctly in the room below. + </p> + <p> + “This is getting intolerable!” exclaimed Mr. Piper, becoming more and more + excited. “The man ought to be indicted as a common nuisance. How they can + allow such goings-on in a respectable hotel, I can't understand. I should + think the fellow was splitting wood upstairs.” + </p> + <p> + He took his cane, and, standing on the bed, struck it furiously against + the ceiling, intending it as signal to the man above to desist. But Paul, + catching the response, began to jump more furiously than ever, finding + that he had attracted attention. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Piper became enraged. + </p> + <p> + “The man must be a lunatic or overcome by drink,” he exclaimed. “I can't + and I won't stand it.” + </p> + <p> + But the noise kept on. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Piper put on his shoes and his coat, and, seizing his cane, emerged + upon the landing. He espied a female servant just coming upstairs. + </p> + <p> + “Here, you Bridget, or Nancy, or whatever your name is,” he roared, + “there's a lunatic upstairs, making a tremendous row in the room over + mine. If you don't stop him I'll leave the hotel. Hear him now!” + </p> + <p> + Bridget let fall her duster in fright. + </p> + <p> + “Is it a crazy man?” she asked. + </p> + <p> + “Of course he must be. I want you to go up and stop him.” + </p> + <p> + “Is it me that would go near a crazy man?” exclaimed Bridget, + horror-struck; “I wouldn't do it for a million dollars; no, I wouldn't.” + </p> + <p> + “I insist upon your going up,” said Mr. Piper, irritably. “He must be + stopped. Do you think I am going to stand such an infernal thumping over + my head?” + </p> + <p> + “I wouldn't do it if you'd go down on your knees to me,” said Bridget, + fervently. + </p> + <p> + “Come along, I'll go with you.” + </p> + <p> + But the terrified girl would not budge. + </p> + <p> + “Then you go down and tell your master there's a madman up here. If you + don't, I will.” + </p> + <p> + This Bridget consented to do; and, going downstairs, gave a not very + coherent account of the disturbance. Three male servants came back with + her. + </p> + <p> + “Is that the man?” asked the first, pointing to Mr. Piper, who certainly + looked half wild with irritation. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Bridget, stupidly. + </p> + <p> + Immediately Mr. Piper found himself pinioned on either side by a stout + servant. + </p> + <p> + “What have you been kickin' up a row for?” demanded the first. + </p> + <p> + “Let me alone, or I'll have the law take care of you,” screamed the + outraged man. “Can't you hear the fellow that's making the racket?” + </p> + <p> + Paul, tired with thumping, had desisted for a moment, but now had + recommenced with increased energy. The sounds could be distinctly heard on + the floor below. + </p> + <p> + “Excuse me, sir. I made a mistake,” said the first speaker, releasing his + hold. “We'll go up and see what's the matter.” + </p> + <p> + So the party went upstairs, followed at a distance by Bridget, who, + influenced alike by fear and curiosity, did not know whether to go up or + retreat. + </p> + <p> + The sounds were easily traced to room No. 237. In front of this, + therefore, the party congregated. + </p> + <p> + “What's the matter in there?” asked James, the first servant, putting his + lips to the keyhole. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” chimed in Mr. Piper, irritably; “what do you mean by such an + infernal hubbub?” + </p> + <p> + “Open the door, and let me out,” returned Paul, eagerly. + </p> + <p> + The party looked at each other in surprise. They did not expect to find + the desperate maniac a boy. + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps there's more than one of them,” suggested the second servant, + prudently. + </p> + <p> + “Why don't you come out yourself?” asked James. “I am locked in.” + </p> + <p> + The door was opened with a passkey and Paul confronted the party. + </p> + <p> + “Now, young man, what do you mean by making such a disturbance?” demanded + Mr. Piper, excitably. “My room is just below, and I expected every minute + you would come through.” + </p> + <p> + “I am sorry if I disturbed you, sir,” said Paul, politely; “but it was the + only way I could attract attention.” + </p> + <p> + “How came you locked up here?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” chimed in James, suspiciously, “how came you locked up here?” + </p> + <p> + “I was drugged with chloroform, and locked in,” said Paul. + </p> + <p> + “Who did it?” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Felix Montgomery; or that's what he called himself. I came here by + appointment to meet him.” + </p> + <p> + “What did he do that for?” + </p> + <p> + “He has carried off a diamond ring which I came up here to sell him.” + </p> + <p> + “A very improbable story,” said Mr. Piper, suspiciously. “What should such + a boy have to do with a diamond ring?” + </p> + <p> + Nothing is easier than to impart suspicion. Men are prone to believe evil + of each other; and Paul was destined to realize this. The hotel servants, + ignorant and suspicious, caught the suggestion. + </p> + <p> + “It's likely he's a' thafe,” said Bridget, from a safe distance. + </p> + <p> + “If I were,” said Paul, coolly, “I shouldn't be apt to call your attention + by such a noise. I can prove to you that I am telling the truth. I stopped + at the office, and the bookkeeper sent a servant to show me up here.” + </p> + <p> + “If this is true,” said Mr. Piper, “why, when you found yourself locked + in, didn't you ring the bell, instead of making such a confounded racket? + My nerves won't get over it for a week.” + </p> + <p> + “I didn't think of the bell,” said Paul; “I am not much used to hotels.” + </p> + <p> + “What will we do with him?” asked James, looking to Mr. Piper for counsel. + </p> + <p> + “You'd better take him downstairs, and see if his story is correct,” said + the nervous gentleman, with returning good sense. + </p> + <p> + “I'll do it,” said James, to whom the very obvious suggestion seemed + marked by extraordinary wisdom, and he grasped Paul roughly by the arm. + </p> + <p> + “You needn't hold me,” said our hero, shaking off the grasp. “I haven't + any intention of running away. I want to find out, if I can, what has + become of the man that swindled me.” + </p> + <p> + James looked doubtfully at Mr. Piper. + </p> + <p> + “I don't think he means to run away,” said that gentleman. “I begin to + think his story is correct. And hark you, my young friend, if you ever get + locked up in a hotel room again, just see if there is a bell before you + make such a confounded racket.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir, I will,” said Paul, half-smiling; “but I'll take care not to + get locked up again. It won't be easy for anybody to play that trick on me + again.” + </p> + <p> + The party filed downstairs to the office and Paul told his story to the + bookkeeper. + </p> + <p> + “Have you seen Mr. Montgomery go out?” asked our hero. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, he went out half an hour ago, or perhaps more. He left his key at + the desk, but said nothing. He seemed to be in a hurry.” + </p> + <p> + “You didn't notice in what direction he went?” + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + Of course no attempt was made to detain Paul. There could be no case + against him. He went out of the hotel, and looked up and down Broadway in + a state of indecision. He did not mean to sit down passively and submit to + the swindle. But he had no idea in what direction to search for Mr. Felix + Montgomery. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0019" id="link2HCH0019"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIX + </h2> + <h3> + PAUL DELIBERATES + </h3> + <p> + Paul stood in the street irresolute. He looked hopelessly up and down + Broadway, but of course the jeweler from Syracuse was not to be seen. + Seeking for him in a city containing hundreds of streets and millions of + inhabitants was about as discouraging as hunting for a needle in a + haystack. But difficult as it was, Paul was by no means ready to give up + the search. Indeed, besides the regret he felt at the loss, he was + mortified at having been so easily outwitted. + </p> + <p> + “He's taken me in just as if I was a country boy,” thought Paul. “I dare + say he's laughing at me now. I'd like to get even with him.” + </p> + <p> + Finally he decided to go to Tiffany's, and ask them to detain any one who + might bring in the ring and offer it for sale. He at once acted upon this + thought, and, hailing a Broadway stage, for no time was to be lost, soon + reached his destination. Entering the store, he walked up to the counter + and addressed the clerk to whom he had before shown the ring. + </p> + <p> + “Do you remember my offering you a diamond ring for sale this morning?” he + asked. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I remember it very well. Have you got it with you?” + </p> + <p> + “No, it has been stolen from me.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed! How was that?” asked the clerk, with interest. + </p> + <p> + “I met in the cars a well-dressed man, who called himself a jeweler from + Syracuse. He examined the ring, and offered me more than Mr. Tiffany, but + asked me to bring it to him at Lovejoy's Hotel. When I got there, he + drugged me with chloroform, and when I recovered he was gone.” + </p> + <p> + “You have been unlucky. There are plenty of such swindlers about. You + should have been careful about displaying the ring before strangers.” + </p> + <p> + “I was showing it to a friend.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you notified the police?” + </p> + <p> + “Not yet. I came here to let you know, because I thought the thief might + bring it in here to sell.” + </p> + <p> + “Very likely. Give me a description of him.” + </p> + <p> + Paul described Mr. Felix Montgomery to the best of his ability. + </p> + <p> + “I think I should know him from your description. I will speak to Mr. + Tiffany, and he will no doubt give orders to detain any person who may + offer the ring for sale.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you.” + </p> + <p> + “If you will give me your address, we will notify you in case the ring is + brought in.” + </p> + <p> + Paul left his address, and went out of the store, feeling that he had + taken one step toward the recovery of his treasure. He next visited the + police headquarters, and left a detailed description of the man who had + relieved him of the ring and of the circumstances attending the robbery. + Then he went home. + </p> + <p> + His mother looked up as he entered. + </p> + <p> + “Well, Paul?” she said, inquiringly. + </p> + <p> + “I've got bad news, mother,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “What is it? Tell me quick!” she said, nervously. + </p> + <p> + “The ring has been stolen from me.” + </p> + <p> + “How did it happen, Paul?” + </p> + <p> + “First, I must tell you how much the ring is worth. I went up to + Tiffany's, and showed the ring to Mr. Tiffany himself. He told me that he + would give me two hundred and fifty dollars for it, if I would satisfy him + that I had a right to sell it.” + </p> + <p> + “Two hundred and fifty dollars!” repeated Mrs. Hoffman, in amazement. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, the diamond is very large and pure.” + </p> + <p> + “Two hundred and fifty dollars would be a great help to us.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, mother, that is what makes me feel so bad about being swindled out + of it.” + </p> + <p> + “Tell me how it happened. Is there no chance of recovering it?” + </p> + <p> + “A little. I shall do what I can. I have already notified the police, and + Mr. Tiffany.” + </p> + <p> + “You have not told me yet how you lost it.” + </p> + <p> + When Paul had told the story, his mother asked, “Did you mention it in the + cars that you had offered it at Tiffany's?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, and I mentioned his offer.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps the thief would be cautious about going there, for that very + reason. He might think the ring would be recognized.” + </p> + <p> + “He would go to a large place, thinking that so valuable a ring would be + more readily purchased there.” + </p> + <p> + “He might go to Ball & Black's.” + </p> + <p> + “That is true.” + </p> + <p> + “It would be well to give notice there also.” + </p> + <p> + “I will go up there at once. I only wish I could meet Mr. Felix + Montgomery; I don't think he would find it so easy to outreach me a second + time.” + </p> + <p> + “Take some dinner first, Paul.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I must hurry it down, mother; I don't want to run the risk of + getting too late to Ball & Black's. I can't help thinking what a + splendid thing it would be if we had the two hundred and fifty dollars. I + would buy out Barry's stand, and I would get a sewing-machine for you, and + we could live much more comfortably. It makes me mad to think I let that + villain take me in so! He must think me jolly green.” + </p> + <p> + “Anybody might have been deceived, Paul. You mustn't blame yourself too + much for that.” + </p> + <p> + Leaving Paul on his way to Ball & Black's, we return to Mr. Felix + Montgomery, as we shall continue to call him, though he had no right to + the name. After stupefying Paul, as already described, he made his way + downstairs, and, leaving his key at the desk, went out. + </p> + <p> + “I hope my young friend will enjoy himself upstairs,” he chuckled to + himself. “He's quite welcome to the use of the room till to-morrow + morning. It's paid for in advance, and I don't think I shall find it + convenient to stop there.” + </p> + <p> + He took the ring from his vest pocket and glanced at it furtively. + </p> + <p> + “It's a beauty,” he murmured, complacently. “I never saw a handsomer ring + of the size. What was it the boy said he was offered for it? Two hundred + and fifty dollars! That'll give me a lift, and it doesn't come any too + soon. My money is pretty low.” + </p> + <p> + He walked across the City Hall Park, and at Barclay street entered a + University place car. + </p> + <p> + “Evenin' paper, mister?” said a ragged newsboy, whose garments were + constructed on the most approved system of ventilation. + </p> + <p> + “What have you got?” + </p> + <p> + “Evenin' Post, Mail, Express!” + </p> + <p> + “Give me an Express. Here's ten cents.” + </p> + <p> + “I haven't got but three cents change, mister.” + </p> + <p> + “Never mind the change,” said Mr. Montgomery, in a fit of temporary + generosity, occasioned by his good luck. + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, sir,” said the newsboy, regarding Mr. Montgomery as a + philanthropist worthy of his veneration. + </p> + <p> + Felix Montgomery leaned back in his seat, and, with a benevolent smile, + ran his eyes over the columns of the Express. Among the paragraphs which + attracted his attention was one relating to a comrade, of similar + profession, who had just been arrested in Albany while in the act of + relieving a gentleman of his pocketbook. + </p> + <p> + “Jerry always was a bungler,” said Mr. Montgomery, complacently, to + himself. “He can't hold a candle to me. I flatter myself that I know how + to manage a little affair, like this, for instance, as well as the next + man. It'll take a sharp detective to lay hold of me.” + </p> + <p> + It might have been thought that the manner in which he had gained + possession of the ring would have troubled Mr. Montgomery, but it was many + years since he had led an honest life. He had made a living by + overreaching others, and his conscience had become so blunted as to + occasion him little trouble. He appeared to think that the world owed him + a living, and that he was quite justified in collecting the debt in any + way he could. + </p> + <p> + About twenty minutes brought the car to Amity street and Mr. Montgomery + signaled the conductor, and, the car being stopped, he got out. + </p> + <p> + He walked a few rods in a westerly direction, and paused before a + three-story brick house, which appeared to have seen better days. + </p> + <p> + It was now used as a boarding, or rather lodging-house. The guests were + not of a very high character, the landlady not being particular as long as + her rent was paid regularly. Mr. Montgomery ascended the steps in a jaunty + way, and, opening the door with a passkey, ascended the front staircase. + He paused before a room on the third floor, and knocked in a peculiar + manner. + </p> + <p> + The door was opened by a tall woman, in rather neglected attire. + </p> + <p> + “So you're back,” she said. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, my dear, home again. As the poet says, 'There is no place like + home.'” + </p> + <p> + “I should hope there wasn't,” said Mrs. Montgomery, looking about her + disdainfully. “A very delightful home it makes with such a charming + prospect of the back yard. I've been moping here all day.” + </p> + <p> + “You've found something to console you, I see,” said her husband, glancing + at the table, on which might be seen a bottle of brandy, half-emptied, and + a glass. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Mrs. Montgomery; “I felt so bad I had to send out for + something. It took every cent I had. And, by the way, Mrs. Flagg sent in + her bill, this morning, for the last two weeks' board; she said she must + have it.” + </p> + <p> + “My dear,” said Mr. Montgomery, “she shall have it.” + </p> + <p> + “You don't mean to say you've got the money, Tony!” exclaimed his wife, in + surprise. + </p> + <p> + “No, I haven't got the money; but I've got what's just as good.” + </p> + <p> + “What have you got?” + </p> + <p> + “What do you say to this?” and Mr. Montgomery drew from his pocket the + diamond ring, whose loss was so deeply felt by our hero. + </p> + <p> + “Is that genuine?” asked the lady. + </p> + <p> + “It's the real thing.” + </p> + <p> + “What a beauty! Where did you get it?” + </p> + <p> + “It was kindly presented me by a young man of the tender age of fifteen or + thereabouts, who had no further use for it.” + </p> + <p> + “You did him out of it, that is. Tell me how you did it.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Montgomery told the story. His wife listened with interest and + appreciation. + </p> + <p> + “That was a smart operation, Tony,” she said. + </p> + <p> + “I should say it was, Maria.” + </p> + <p> + “How much is the ring worth?” + </p> + <p> + “Two hundred and fifty dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “Can you get that for it?” + </p> + <p> + “I can get that for it.” + </p> + <p> + “Tony, you are a treasure.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you just found that out, my dear?” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0020" id="link2HCH0020"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XX + </h2> + <h3> + THE THIEF IN DISGUISE + </h3> + <p> + It will be inferred, from the preceding conversation, that Mrs. Montgomery + was not likely to be shocked by the lack of honesty in her husband. Her + conscience was as elastic as his; and she was perfectly willing to help + him spend his unlawful gains. + </p> + <p> + “How soon are you going to sell the ring?” she asked. + </p> + <p> + “I should like to dispose of it at once, Maria.” + </p> + <p> + “You will need to. Mrs. Flagg wants her bill paid at once.” + </p> + <p> + “I quite understand the necessity of promptness, my dear. Only, you know, + one has to be cautious about disposing of articles obtained in this way.” + </p> + <p> + “You say you left the boy locked up. It seems to me, you'd better sell the + ring before he has a chance to get out and interfere.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't know but you're right, my dear. Well, we'll get ready.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you want me to go with you?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; it will disarm suspicion if you are with me. I think I'll go as a + country parson.” + </p> + <p> + “Country parsons are not apt to have diamond rings to dispose of.” + </p> + <p> + “Very true, my dear. The remark does credit to your good judgment and + penetration. But I know how to get over that.” + </p> + <p> + “As how?” + </p> + <p> + “Be a little more particular about your speech, my dear. Remember, you are + a minister's wife, and must use refined expressions. What is easier than + to say that the ring was given me by a benevolent lady of my congregation, + to dispose of for the benefit of the poor?” + </p> + <p> + “Well thought of, Tony. You've got a good head-piece.” + </p> + <p> + “You're right, my dear. I don't like to indulge in self-praise, but I + believe I know a thing or two. And now for the masquerade. Where are the + duds?” + </p> + <p> + “In the black trunk.” + </p> + <p> + “Then we'd better lose no time in putting them on.” + </p> + <p> + Without describing the process of transformation in detail, it will be + sufficient to say that the next twenty minutes wrought a decided change in + the appearance of Mr. and Mrs. Felix Montgomery. The former was arrayed in + a suit of canonical black, not of the latest cut. A white neckcloth was + substituted for the more gaudy article worn by the jeweler from Syracuse, + and a pair of silver-bowed spectacles, composed of plain glass, lent a + scholarly air to his face. His hair was combed behind his ears, and, so + far as appearance went, he quite looked the character of a clergyman from + the rural districts. + </p> + <p> + “How will I do, my dear?” he asked, complacently. + </p> + <p> + “Tiptop,” answered the lady. “How do I look?” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Montgomery had put on a dress of sober tint, and scant circumference, + contrasting in a marked manner with the mode then prevailing. A very plain + collar encircled her neck. Her hands were incased in brown silk gloves, + while her husband wore black kids. Her bonnet was exceedingly plain, and + her whole costume was almost Quaker-like in its simplicity. + </p> + <p> + Her husband surveyed her with satisfaction. + </p> + <p> + “My dear,” he said, “you are a fitting helpmeet for the Rev. Mr. Barnes, + of Hayfield Centre. By Jove, you do me credit!” + </p> + <p> + “'By Jove' is not a proper expression for a man of your profession, Mr. + Barnes,” said the new minister's wife, with a smile. + </p> + <p> + “You are right, my dear. I must eschew profanity, and cultivate a decorous + style of speech. Well, are we ready?” + </p> + <p> + “I am.” + </p> + <p> + “Then let us set forth on our pilgrimage. We will imagine, Mrs. Barnes, + that we are about to make some pastoral calls.” + </p> + <p> + They emerged into the street. On the way downstairs they met Mrs. Flagg, + the landlady, who bowed respectfully. She was somewhat puzzled, however, + not knowing when they were let in. + </p> + <p> + “Good-morning, madam,” said Mr. Barnes. “Are you the landlady of this + establishment?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “I have been calling on one of your lodgers—Mr. Anthony Blodgett + (this was the name by which Mr. Felix Montgomery was known in the house). + He is a very worthy man.” + </p> + <p> + Now, to tell the truth, Mrs. Flagg had not been particularly struck by the + moral worth of her lodger, and this testimony led her to entertain doubts + as to the discernment of her clerical visitor. + </p> + <p> + “You know him, then?” + </p> + <p> + “I know him as myself, madam. Have you never heard him mention the name of + Rev. Mr. Barnes, of Hayfield Centre, Connecticut?” + </p> + <p> + “I can't say I have,” answered the landlady. + </p> + <p> + “That is singular. We were always very intimate. We attended the same + school as boys, and, in fact, were like Damon and Pythias.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Flagg had never heard of Damon and Pythias, still she understood the + comparison. + </p> + <p> + “You're in rather a different line now,” she remarked, dryly. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, our positions are different. My friend dwells in the busy + metropolis, while I pass a quiet, peaceful existence in a secluded country + village, doing what good I can. But, my dear, we are perhaps detaining + this worthy lady from her domestic avocations. I think we must be going.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well, I am ready.” + </p> + <p> + The first sound of her voice drew the attention of the landlady. Mrs. + Felix Montgomery possessed a thin somewhat shrill, voice, which she was + unable to conceal, and, looking attentively at her, Mrs. Flagg penetrated + her disguise. Then, turning quickly to the gentleman, aided by her new + discovery, she also recognized him. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I declare,” said she, “if you didn't take me in beautifully.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Montgomery laughed heartily. + </p> + <p> + “You wouldn't know me, then?” he said. + </p> + <p> + “You're got up excellent,” said Mrs. Flagg, with a slight disregard for + grammar. “Is it a joke?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, a little practical joke. We're going to call on some friends and see + if they know us.” + </p> + <p> + “You'd do for the theatre,” said the landlady, admiringly. + </p> + <p> + “I flatter myself I might have done something on the stage, if my + attention had been turned that way. But, my dear, we must be moving, or we + shan't get through our calls.” + </p> + <p> + “I wonder what mischief they are up to now,” thought Mrs. Flagg, as she + followed them to the door. “I know better than to think they'd take the + trouble to dress up that way just to take in their friends. No, they're up + to some game. Not that I care, as long as they get money enough to pay my + bill.” + </p> + <p> + So the worldly-wise landlady dismissed them from her thoughts, and went + about her work. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Barnes and his wife walked up toward Broadway at a slow, decorous + pace, suited to the character they had assumed. More than one who met them + turned back to look at what they considered a perfect type of the country + minister and his wife. They would have been not a little surprised to + learn that under this quiet garb walked two of the most accomplished + swindlers in a city abounding in adventurers of all kinds. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Barnes paused a moment to reprove a couple of urchins who were + pitching pennies on the sidewalk. + </p> + <p> + “Don't you know that it's wrong to pitch pennies?” he said gravely. + </p> + <p> + “None of your chaff, mister,” retorted one of the street boys, + irreverently. “When did you come from the country, old Goggles?” + </p> + <p> + “My son, you should address me with more respect.” + </p> + <p> + “Just get out of the way, mister! I don't want to hear no preachin'.” + </p> + <p> + “I am afraid you have been badly brought up, my son.” + </p> + <p> + “I ain't your son, and I wouldn't be for a shillin'. Just you go along, + and let me alone!” + </p> + <p> + “A sad case of depravity, my dear,” remarked Mr. Barnes to his wife. “I + fear we must leave these boys to their evil ways.” + </p> + <p> + “You'd better,” said one of the boys. + </p> + <p> + “They're smart little rascals!” said Mr. Montgomery, when they were out of + hearing of the boys. “I took them in, though. They thought I was the + genuine article.” + </p> + <p> + “We'd better not waste any more time,” said his wife. “That boy might get + out, you know, and give us trouble.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't believe he will get out in a hurry. I locked the door and he'd + have to pound some time before he could make any one hear, I declare, I + should like to see how he looked when he recovered from his stupor, and + realized that his ring was gone.” + </p> + <p> + “What sort of boy was he, Tony?” + </p> + <p> + “Better not call me by that name, my dear. It might be heard, you know, + and might not be considered in character. As to your question, he was by + no means a stupid boy. Rather sharpish, I should say.” + </p> + <p> + “Then how came he to let you take him in?” + </p> + <p> + “As to that, I claim to be rather sharp myself, and quite a match even for + a smart boy. I haven't knocked about the world forty-four years for + nothing.” + </p> + <p> + They were now in Broadway. Turning the corner of Amity street, they walked + a short distance downtown, and paused before the handsome jewelry store of + Ball & Black. + </p> + <p> + “I think we had better go in here,” said Felix Montgomery—(I + hesitate a little by which of his numerous names to call him). + </p> + <p> + “Why not go to Tiffany's?” + </p> + <p> + “I gather from what the boy told me that the ring has already been offered + there. It would be very likely to be recognized and that would be awkward, + you know.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you sure the ring has not been offered here? asked his wife. + </p> + <p> + “Quite sure. The boy would have mentioned it, had such been the case.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well. Let us go in then.” + </p> + <p> + The Rev. Mr. Barnes and his wife, of Hayfield Centre; entered the elegant + store, and ten minutes later Paul Hoffman entered also, and took his + station at the counters wholly unconscious of the near proximity of the + man who had so artfully swindled him. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0021" id="link2HCH0021"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXI + </h2> + <h3> + PAUL IS CHECKMATED + </h3> + <p> + On entering the large jewelry store Mr. Montgomery and his wife walked to + the rear of the store, and advanced to the counter, behind which stood a + clerk unengaged. + </p> + <p> + “What shall I show you?” he inquired + </p> + <p> + “I didn't come to purchase,” said Mr. Montgomery, with suavity, “but to + sell. I suppose you purchase jewelry at times?” + </p> + <p> + “Sometimes,” said the clerk. “Let me see what you have.” + </p> + <p> + “First,” said the adventurer, “let me introduce myself. I am the Rev. Mr. + Barnes, of Hayfield Centre, Connecticut. You perhaps know the place?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't think I remember it,” said the clerk, respectfully. + </p> + <p> + “It is a small place,” said Mr. Montgomery, modestly, “but my tastes are + plain and unobtrusive, and I do not aspire to a more conspicuous post. + However, that is not to the purpose. A lady parishioner, desiring to + donate a portion of her wealth to the poor, has placed in my hand a + diamond ring, the proceeds to be devoted to charitable objects. I desire + to sell it, and, knowing the high reputation of your firm feel safe in + offering it to you. I know very little of the value of such things, since + they are not in my line, but I am sure of fair treatment at your hands.” + </p> + <p> + “You may depend upon that,” said the clerk, favorably impressed with the + appearance and manners of his customer. “Allow me to see the ring.” + </p> + <p> + The brilliant was handed over the counter. + </p> + <p> + “It is quite valuable,” said he, scrutinizing it closely. + </p> + <p> + “So I supposed, as the lady is possessed of wealth. You may rely upon its + being genuine.” + </p> + <p> + “I am not authorized to purchase,” said the clerk, “but I will show it to + one of the firm.” + </p> + <p> + Just at that moment, Mr. Montgomery, chancing to look toward the door, was + startled by seeing the entrance of Paul Hoffman. He saw that it would be + dangerous to carry the negotiation any farther and he quickly gave a + secret signal to his wife. + </p> + <p> + The hint was instantly understood and acted upon. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Montgomery uttered a slight cry, and clung to her husband's arm. + </p> + <p> + “My dear,” she said, “I feel one of my attacks coming on. Take me out + quickly. + </p> + <p> + “My wife is suddenly taken sick,” said Mr. Montgomery, hurriedly. + </p> + <p> + “She is subject to fits. If you will give me the ring, I will return + to-morrow and negotiate for its sale.” + </p> + <p> + “I am very sorry,” said the clerk, with sympathy, handing back the ring. + “Can I get anything for the lady?” + </p> + <p> + “No, thank you. The best thing to do is to get her into the open air. + Thank you for your kindness.” + </p> + <p> + “Let me help you,” said the clerk, and coming from behind the counter he + took one arm of Mrs. Montgomery, who, leaning heavily on her husband and + the clerk, walked, or rather was carried, to the street door. + </p> + <p> + Of course, the attention of all within the store was drawn to the party. + </p> + <p> + “What was the matter?” inquired a fellow-clerk, as the salesman returned. + </p> + <p> + “It was a clergyman from Connecticut, who wished to sell a diamond ring, + given to him for charitable purposes. His wife was taken suddenly sick. He + will bring it back to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + “Was the ring a valuable one?” + </p> + <p> + “It must be worth in the neighborhood of three hundred dollars.” + </p> + <p> + Paul listened to this explanation, and a sudden light flashed upon him, as + he heard the estimated value of the ring. There had been something + familiar in the appearance of the adventurer, though, on account of his + successful disguise and his being accompanied by a lady, he had not before + felt any suspicion as to his identity with the man who had swindled him. + Now he felt convinced that it was Mr. Felix Montgomery, and that it was + his own appearance which had led to the sudden sickness and the + precipitate departure. + </p> + <p> + “That trick won't work, Mr. Montgomery,” he said to himself. “I've got on + your track sooner than I anticipated, and I mean to follow you up.” + </p> + <p> + Reaching the sidewalk, he caught sight of Mr. and Mrs. Montgomery just + turning the corner of a side street. The pair supposed they were safe, not + thinking that our hero had recognized them, and the lady no longer + exhibited illness, and was walking briskly at her husband's side. Paul + hurried up and tapped the adventurer on the shoulder. Mr. Montgomery, + turning, was annoyed on finding that he had not yet escaped. He + determined, however, to stick to his false character, and deny all + knowledge of the morning's transaction. + </p> + <p> + “Well, my young friend,” he said, “do you want me? I believe I have not + the pleasure of your acquaintance.” + </p> + <p> + “You are mistaken there, Mr. Felix Montgomery,” said Paul, significantly. + </p> + <p> + “By what name did you address me?” said the swindler, assuming a tone of + surprise. + </p> + <p> + “I addressed you as Mr. Felix Montgomery.” + </p> + <p> + “You have made a mistake, my good friend. I am an humble clergyman from + Connecticut. I am called the Rev. Mr. Barnes. Should you ever visit + Hayfield Centre, I shall be glad to receive a call from you.” + </p> + <p> + “When I last met you, you were a jeweler from Syracuse,” said Paul, + bluntly. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Montgomery laughed heartily. + </p> + <p> + “My dear,” he said, turning to his wife, “is not this an excellent joke? + My young friend here thinks he recognizes in me a jeweler from Syracuse.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed, you are quite mistaken,” said the lady. “My husband is a country + minister. We came up to the city this morning on a little business.” + </p> + <p> + “I understand on what business,” said Paul. “You wanted to dispose of a + diamond ring.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Montgomery was disposed to deny the charge, but a moment's reflection + convinced him that it would be useless, as Paul had doubtless been + informed in Ball & Black's of his business there. He decided to put on + a bold front and admit it. + </p> + <p> + “I suppose you were in Ball & Black's just now,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “I was.” + </p> + <p> + “And so learned my business there? But I am at a loss to understand why + you should be interested in the matter.” + </p> + <p> + “That ring is mine,” said Paul. “You swindled me out of it this morning.” + </p> + <p> + “My young friend, you must certainly be insane,” said Mr. Montgomery, + shrugging his shoulders. “My dear, did you hear that?” + </p> + <p> + “He is an impudent boy,” said the lady. “I am surprised that you should be + willing to talk to him.” + </p> + <p> + “If you leave here I will put a policeman on your track,” said Paul. + </p> + <p> + He looked so determined that Mr. Montgomery found that he must parley. + </p> + <p> + “You are under a strange hallucination, my young friend,” he said. “If you + will walk along with me, I think I can convince you of your mistake.” + </p> + <p> + “There is no mistake about the matter,” said Paul, walking on with them. + “The ring is mine, and I must have it.” + </p> + <p> + “My dear, will you explain about the ring? He may credit your testimony.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't see that any explanation is necessary,” said the lady. “However, + since you wish it, I will say that the ring was handed you by Mrs. Benton, + a wealthy lady of your parish, with instructions to sell it, and devote + the proceeds to charitable purposes.” + </p> + <p> + “Is that explanation satisfactory?” asked Mr. Montgomery. + </p> + <p> + “No, it is not,” said Paul, resolutely. “I don't believe one word of it. I + recognize you in spite of your dress. You gave me chloroform this morning + in a room in Lovejoy's Hotel, and when I was unconscious you made off with + the ring which I expected to sell you. You had better return it, or I will + call a policeman.” + </p> + <p> + “I am not the person you take me for,” said Felix Montgomery. + </p> + <p> + “You are the jeweler from Syracuse who swindled me out of my ring.” + </p> + <p> + “I never was a jeweler, and never lived in Syracuse,” said the adventurer, + with entire truth. + </p> + <p> + “You may be right, but that is what you told me this morning.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish you would go away, and cease to annoy us,” said the lady, + impatiently. + </p> + <p> + “I want my ring.” + </p> + <p> + “We have no ring of yours.” + </p> + <p> + “Show me the ring, and if it is not mine I will go away.” + </p> + <p> + “You are a very impudent fellow, upon my word,” said Mrs. Montgomery, + sharply, “to accuse a gentleman like my husband of taking your ring. I + don't believe you ever had one.” + </p> + <p> + “My dear,” interposed her husband, mildly, “I dare say my young friend + here really thinks we have his ring. Of course it is a great mistake. + Imagine what our friends in Hayfield Centre would think of such a charge! + But you must remember that he is unacquainted with my standing in the + community. In order to satisfy his mind, I am willing to let him see the + ring.” + </p> + <p> + “To let him see the ring?” repeated the lady, in surprise. + </p> + <p> + “Yes. Here, my lad,” taking the ring from his pocket, “this is the ring. + You will see at once that it is not yours.” + </p> + <p> + “I see that it is mine,” said Paul, taking the proffered ring, and + preparing to go, astonished at his own good fortune in so easily + recovering it. + </p> + <p> + “Not so fast!” exclaimed Mr. Montgomery, seizing him by the shoulder. + “Help! Police!” + </p> + <p> + An officer had turned the corner just before, and it was this that had + suggested the trap. He came up quickly, and, looking keenly from one to + the other, inquired what was the matter. + </p> + <p> + “This boy has just purloined a ring from my wife,” said Mr. Montgomery. + “Fortunately I caught him in the act.” + </p> + <p> + “Give up the ring, you young scoundrel!” said the officer, imposed upon by + the clerical appearance of the adventurer. + </p> + <p> + “It is mine,” said Paul. + </p> + <p> + “None of your gammon! Give up the ring, and come with me.” + </p> + <p> + The ring was restored to Mr. Montgomery, who overwhelmed the officer with + a profusion of thanks. + </p> + <p> + “It is not a diamond, only an imitation,” he said, “but my wife values it + as the gift of a friend. Don't be too hard on the boy. He may not be so + bad as he seems.” + </p> + <p> + “I'll attend to him,” said the policeman, emphatically. “I'll learn him to + rob ladies of rings in the street. Come along, sir!” + </p> + <p> + Paul tried to explain matters, but no attention was paid to his + protestations. To his anger and mortification he saw the swindler make off + triumphantly with the ring, while he, the wronged owner, was arrested as a + thief. + </p> + <p> + But at the station-house he had his revenge. He was able to prove to his + captor that he had lodged information against Mr. Montgomery, and the + policeman in turn was mortified to think how readily he had been imposed + upon. Of course Paul was set free, but the officer's blundering + interference seemed to render the recovery of the ring more doubtful than + ever. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0022" id="link2HCH0022"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXII + </h2> + <h3> + A MAN OF RESOURCES + </h3> + <p> + “Well, that was a narrow escape,” said Mr. Montgomery, with a sigh of + relief. “I think I managed rather cleverly, eh?” + </p> + <p> + “I wanted to box the boys ears,” said Mrs. Montgomery, sharply. + </p> + <p> + “It wouldn't have been in character, my dear. Ha, ha!” he laughed, softly, + “we imposed upon the officer neatly. Our young friend got rather the worst + of it.” + </p> + <p> + “Why don't you call things by their right names? He isn't much of a + friend.” + </p> + <p> + “Names are of no consequence, my dear.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, what are you going to do next?” asked the lady, abruptly. + </p> + <p> + “About the ring?” + </p> + <p> + “Of course.” + </p> + <p> + “I hardly know,” said Mr. Montgomery, reflectively. “If it were not for + appearing too anxious, I would go back to Ball & Black's now that our + young friend is otherwise engaged, and can't interrupt us.” + </p> + <p> + “Suppose we go?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, you see, it might be considered rather soon for you to recover from + your fit. Besides, I don't know what stories this boy may have thought fit + to tell about us.” + </p> + <p> + “He didn't have time to say anything.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps you are right.” + </p> + <p> + “We want to dispose of the ring as soon as possible, and leave the city.” + </p> + <p> + “That is true. Well, if you say so, we will go back.” + </p> + <p> + “It seems to me now is the best time. The boy will tell his story to the + officer and we may be inquired for.” + </p> + <p> + “Then, my dear, I will follow your advice.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. and Mrs. Montgomery turned, and directed their steps again toward + Broadway. The distance was short, and fifteen minutes had scarcely elapsed + since they left the store before they again entered it. They made their + way to the lower end of the store and accosted the same clerk with whom + they had before spoken. + </p> + <p> + “Is your wife better?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “Much better, thank you. A turn in the air always relieves her, and she is + quite herself again. I have returned because it is necessary for me to + leave the city by the evening train, and my time is, therefore, short. + Will you be kind enough to show the ring to your employer, and ask him if + he will purchase?” + </p> + <p> + The clerk returned, and said that the firm would pay two hundred and fifty + dollars, but must be assured of his right to dispose of it. + </p> + <p> + “Did you mention my name?” asked the adventurer. + </p> + <p> + “I mentioned that you were a clergyman. I could not remember the name.” + </p> + <p> + “The Rev. Mr. Barnes, of Hayfield Centre, Connecticut. I have been + preaching there for—is it six or seven years, my dear?” + </p> + <p> + “Seven,” said his wife. + </p> + <p> + “I should think that would be sufficient. You may mention that to Mr. Ball + or Mr. Black, if you please. I presume after that he will not be afraid to + purchase.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Montgomery said this with an air of conscious respectability and high + standing, which might readily impose upon strangers. But, by bad luck, + what he had said was heard by a person able to confute him. + </p> + <p> + “Did you say you were from Hayfield Centre?” asked a gentleman, standing a + few feet distant. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Mr. Montgomery. + </p> + <p> + “I think you said your name was Barnes?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “And that you have been preaching there for the last seven years?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir,” answered Mr. Montgomery, but there was rather less confidence + in his tone. In fact he was beginning to feel uneasy. + </p> + <p> + “It is very strange,” said the other. “I have a sister living in Hayfield + Centre, and frequently visit the place myself, and so of course know + something of it. Yet I have never heard of any clergyman named Barnes + preaching there.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Montgomery saw that things looked critical. + </p> + <p> + “You are strangely mistaken, sir,” he said. “However, I will not press the + sale. If you will return the ring (to the clerk) I will dispose of it + elsewhere.” + </p> + <p> + But the clerk's suspicions had been aroused by what had been said. + </p> + <p> + “I will first speak to Mr. Ball,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “There is no occasion to speak to him. I shall not sell the ring to-day. + To-morrow, I will come with witnesses whose testimony will outweigh that + of this gentleman, who I suspect never was in Hayfield Centre in his life. + I will trouble you for the ring.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope you don't intend to give it to him,” said the gentleman. “The + presumption is that, as he is masquerading, he has not come by it + honestly.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall not deign to notice your insinuations,” said Mr. Montgomery, who + concealed beneath a consequential tone his real uneasiness. “The ring, if + you please.” + </p> + <p> + “Don't give it to him.” + </p> + <p> + As the clerk seemed disinclined to surrender the ring, Mr. Montgomery + said: “Young man, you will find it to be a serious matter to withhold my + property.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps I had better give it to him,” said the clerk, imposed upon by the + adventurer's manner. + </p> + <p> + “Require him to prove property. If it is really his, he can readily do + this.” + </p> + <p> + “My dear,” said the Rev. Mr. Barnes, “we will leave the store.” + </p> + <p> + “What, and leave the ring?” + </p> + <p> + “For the present. I will invoke the aid of the police to save me from + being robbed in this extraordinary manner.” + </p> + <p> + He walked to the street door, accompanied by his wife. He was deeply + disappointed at the failure of the sale, and would gladly have wreaked + vengeance upon the stranger who had prevented it. But he saw that his + safety required an immediate retreat. In addition to his own + disappointment, he had to bear his wife's censure. + </p> + <p> + “If you had the spirit of a man, Mr. Montgomery,” she commenced, “you + wouldn't have given up that ring so easily. He had no business to keep + it.” + </p> + <p> + “I would have called in a policeman if I dared, but you know I am not on + the best of terms with these gentlemen.” + </p> + <p> + “Are we to lose the ring, then?” + </p> + <p> + “I am afraid so, unless I can make them believe in the store that I am + really what I pretend to be.” + </p> + <p> + “Can't you do it?” + </p> + <p> + “Not very easily, unless stay, I have an idea. Do you see that young man?” + </p> + <p> + He directed his wife's attention to a young man, evidently fresh from the + country, who was approaching, staring open-eyed at the unwonted sights of + the city. He was dressed in a blue coat with brass buttons, while his + pantaloons, of a check pattern, terminated rather higher up than was in + accordance with the fashion. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I see him,” said Mrs. Montgomery. “What of him?” + </p> + <p> + “I am going to recover the ring through his help.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't see how.” + </p> + <p> + “You will see.” + </p> + <p> + “How do you do?” said the adventurer, cordially, advancing to the young + man, and seizing his hand. + </p> + <p> + “Pretty smart,” said the countryman, looking surprised. + </p> + <p> + “Are your parents quite well?” + </p> + <p> + “They're so's to be around.” + </p> + <p> + “When did you come to the city?” + </p> + <p> + “This mornin'.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you stay any length of time?” + </p> + <p> + “I'm goin' back this afternoon.” + </p> + <p> + “You didn't expect to meet me now, did you?” asked Mr. Montgomery. + </p> + <p> + “I s'pose I'd orter know you,” said the perplexed youth, “but I can't + think what your name is.” + </p> + <p> + “What! Not know Mr. Barnes, the minister of Hayfield Centre? Don't you + remember hearing me preach for your minister?” + </p> + <p> + “Seems to me I do,” answered the young man, persuading himself that he + ought to remember. + </p> + <p> + “Of course you do. Now, my young friend, I am very glad to have met you.” + </p> + <p> + “So am I,” said the other, awkwardly. + </p> + <p> + “You can do me a favor, if you will.” + </p> + <p> + “Of course, I will,” said Jonathan, “if it's anything I can do.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, you will have no trouble about it. You see, I went into a jeweler's + near by to sell a valuable ring, and they wanted to make sure I was really + a minister, and not intending to cheat them. If you will go in with me, + and say that you have often heard me preach, and that I am the Rev. Mr. + Barnes, of Hayfield Centre, I won't mind paying you five dollars for your + trouble.” + </p> + <p> + “All right; I'll do it,” said the rustic, considering that it would be an + unusually easy way of earning few dollars. + </p> + <p> + “You'll remember the name, won't you?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes—Parson Barnes, of Hayfield Centre.” + </p> + <p> + “That is right. The store is near by. Walk along with us, and we will be + there in five minutes.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0023" id="link2HCH0023"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIII + </h2> + <h3> + A NEW EXPEDIENT + </h3> + <p> + “I believe your name is Peck?” said Mr. Montgomery, hazarding a guess. + </p> + <p> + “No, it's Young, Ephraim Young.” + </p> + <p> + “Of course it is. I remember now, but I am apt to forget names. You said + your parents were quite well?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, they're pretty smart.” + </p> + <p> + “I am glad to hear it; I have the pleasantest recollections of your + excellent father. Let me see, didn't you call there with me once, Mrs. + Barnes?” + </p> + <p> + “Not that I remember.” + </p> + <p> + “You must go with me the next time. I want you to know the parents of our + young friend. They are excellent people. Do you go back this afternoon, + Mr. Young?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I guess so. You don't know of any sitooation I could get in a store + round here, do you?” + </p> + <p> + “Not at present, but I have some influential friends to whom I will + mention your name. Suppose, now, I could obtain a situation for you, how + shall I direct the letter letting you know?” + </p> + <p> + “Just put on the letter 'Ephraim Young.' Everybody in Plainfield knows + me.” + </p> + <p> + “So he lives in Plainfield,” said Mr. Montgomery to himself. “It's as well + to know that.” Then aloud: “I won't forget, Mr. Young. What sort of + business would you prefer?” + </p> + <p> + “Any kind that'll pay,” said the gratified youth, firmly convinced of his + companion's ability to fulfill his promise. “I've got tired of stayin' + round home, and I'd like to try York a little while. Folks say it's easy + to make money here.” + </p> + <p> + “You are right. If I were a business man, I would come to New York at + once. For a smart young man like you it offers a much better opening than + a country village.” + </p> + <p> + “That's what I've told dad often,” said the rustic, “but he's afraid I + wouldn't get nothing to do and he says it's dreadful expensive livin' + here.” + </p> + <p> + “So it is expensive, but then you will be better paid than in the country. + However, here we are. You won't forget what I told you?” + </p> + <p> + “No—I'll remember,” said the young man. + </p> + <p> + The reappearance of Mr. Barnes and wife so soon excited some surprise in + the store, for it had got around, as such things will, that he was an + impostor, and it was supposed that he would not venture to show his face + there again. The appearance of his rustic companion likewise attracted + attention. Certainly, Mr. Montgomery (it makes little difference what we + call him) did not exhibit the slightest appearance of apprehension, but + his manner was quite cool and self-possessed. He made his way to that part + of the counter attended by the clerk with whom he had before spoken. He + observed with pleasure and relief that the man who had questioned his + identity with any of the ministers of Hayfield Centre was no longer in the + store. This would make the recovery of the ring considerably easier. + </p> + <p> + “Well, sir,” he said, addressing the clerk, “I suppose you did not expect + to see me again so soon?” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Nor did I expect to be able to return for the ring before to-morrow, not + supposing that I could bring witnesses to prove that I was what I + represented. But fortunately I met just now a young friend, who can + testify to my identity, as he has heard me preach frequently in + Plainfield, where he resides. Mr. Young, will you be kind enough to tell + this gentleman who I am?” + </p> + <p> + “Parson Barnes, of Hayfield Centre,” said the youth, confidently. + </p> + <p> + “You have heard me preach, have you not, in Plainfield?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said the young man, fully believing that he was telling the truth. + </p> + <p> + “And I have called on your parents?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “I think,” said the adventurer, “that will be sufficient to convince you + that I am what I appear.” + </p> + <p> + It was hard to doubt, in the face of such evidence. Ephraim Young was so + unmistakably from the rural districts that it would have been absurd to + suspect him of being an artful city rogue. Besides, Mr. Barnes himself was + got up so naturally that all the clerk's doubts vanished at once. He + concluded that the customer who had questioned his genuineness must be + very much mistaken. + </p> + <p> + “I ought to apologize to you, sir,” he said, “for doubting your word. But + in a city like this you know one has to be very careful.” + </p> + <p> + “Of course,” said the adventurer, blandly, “I do not blame you in the + least. You only did your duty, though it might have cost me some trouble + and inconvenience.” + </p> + <p> + “I am sorry, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “No apologies, I beg. It has all turned out right, and your mistake was a + natural one. If you will kindly return me the ring, I will defer selling + it, I think, till another day.” + </p> + <p> + The clerk brought the ring, which he handed back to Mr. Montgomery. The + latter received it with so much the more satisfaction, as he had made up + his mind at one time that it was gone irrevocably, and put it away in his + waistcoat pocket. + </p> + <p> + “I had intended to buy some silver spoons,” he said, “but it will be + necessary to wait until I have disposed of the ring. However, I may as + well look at some, eh, Mrs. Barnes?” + </p> + <p> + “If you like,” assented the lady. + </p> + <p> + So the pair examined some spoons, and fixed upon a dozen, which they said + they would return and buy on the next day, and then, with a polite + good-by, went out of the store, leaving behind, on the whole, a favorable + impression. + </p> + <p> + Ephraim Young accompanied them out, and walked along beside them in the + street. He, too, was in good spirits, for had not his companion promised + him five dollars for his services, which he had faithfully rendered? Five + dollars to the young man from the rural districts was a very considerable + sum of money—quite a nugget, in fact—and he already enjoyed in + advance the pleasure which he anticipated of telling his friends at home + how easily he had earned such a sum in “York.” He walked along beside the + adventurer, expecting that he would say something about paying him, but no + allusion was made by the adventurer to his promise. Indeed, five dollars + was considerably more than he had in his possession. When they reached + Amity street, for they were now proceeding up Broadway, he sought to shake + off the young man, whose company he no longer desired. + </p> + <p> + “This is our way,” he said. “I suppose you are going further. I am very + glad to have met you, Mr. Young. I hope you will give our regards to your + excellent parents;” and he held out his hand in token of farewell. + </p> + <p> + “Ain't you goin' to pay me that money?” said Ephraim, bluntly, becoming + alarmed at the prospect of losing the nugget he had counted on with so + much confidence. + </p> + <p> + “Bless me, I came near forgetting it! I hope you will excuse me,” and to + Ephraim's delight he drew out his pocketbook. But the prospect of payment + was not so bright as the young man supposed. + </p> + <p> + “I don't think I have a five-dollar bill,” said Mr. Montgomery, after an + examination of the pocketbook. “Mrs. Montgomery, do you happen to have a + five with you?” + </p> + <p> + “No, I haven't,” said the lady, promptly. “I spent all my money shopping + this morning.” + </p> + <p> + “That is unfortunate. Our young friend has rendered us such a service I + don't like to make him wait for his money.” + </p> + <p> + Ephraim Young looked rather blank at this suggestion. + </p> + <p> + “Let me see, I have a hundred-dollar bill here,” said Mr. Montgomery. “I + will go into the next store, and see if I can't get it changed. Mr. Young, + will you be kind enough to remain with my wife?” + </p> + <p> + “Certain,” said Ephraim, brightening up. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Montgomery went into a shop near by, but made no request to have a + hundred-dollar bill changed. He was rather afraid that they might comply + with his request, which would have subjected him to some embarrassment. He + merely inquired if he could use a pen for a moment; request which was + readily granted. In less than five minutes he emerged into the street + again. Ephraim Young looked toward him eagerly. + </p> + <p> + “I am sorry to say, my young friend,” he remarked, “that I was unable to + get my bill changed. I might get it changed at a bank, but the banks are + all closed at this hour.” + </p> + <p> + The countryman looked disturbed. + </p> + <p> + “I am afraid,” continued Mr. Montgomery, “I must wait and send you the + money in a letter from Hayfield Centre.” + </p> + <p> + “I'd rather have it now,” said Ephraim. + </p> + <p> + “I am sorry to disappoint you,” said the adventurer smoothly; “but after + all you will only have a day or two to wait. To make up to you for the + delay I have decided to send you ten dollars instead of five. Finding I + could not change my bill, I wrote a note for the amount, which I will hand + you.” + </p> + <p> + Ephraim received the paper, which the other handed him, and read as + follows: + </p> + <p> + NEW YORK, Sept 15, 18—. + </p> + <p> + Three days from date I promise to pay Mr. Ephraim Young ten dollars. + </p> + <p> + JOTHAM BARNES, of Hayfield Centre. + </p> + <p> + “How will that do?” asked the adventurer. “By waiting three days you + double your money.” + </p> + <p> + “You'll be sure to send it,” said Ephraim, doubtfully. + </p> + <p> + “My young friend, I hope you do not doubt me,” said the Rev. Mr. Barnes, + impressively. + </p> + <p> + “I guess it's all right,” said Ephraim, “only I thought I might like to + spend the money in the city.” + </p> + <p> + “Much better save it up,” said the other. “By and by it may come in + useful.” + </p> + <p> + Ephraim carefully folded up the note, and deposited it in an immense + wallet, the gift of his father. He would have preferred the money which it + represented: but three days would soon pass, and the ten dollars would be + forwarded to him. He took leave of his new acquaintances, Mr. Montgomery + shaking his hand with affectionate warmth, and requesting him to give his + best respects to his parents. When Ephraim was out of sight he returned to + his wife, with a humorous twinkle in his eye, and said: + </p> + <p> + “Wasn't that cleverly done, old lady?” + </p> + <p> + “Good enough!” remarked the lady. “Now you've got the ring back again, + what are you going to do with it?” + </p> + <p> + “That, my dear, is a subject which requires the maturest consideration. I + shall endeavor to convert it as soon as possible into the largest possible + sum in greenbacks. Otherwise I am afraid our board bill, and the note I + have just given to my rural friend, will remain unpaid.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0024" id="link2HCH0024"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIV + </h2> + <h3> + MR. MONTGOMERY'S ARREST + </h3> + <p> + Having shaken off his country acquaintance, of whom he had no further + need, Mr. Montgomery started to return to his lodgings. On the whole, he + was in good spirits, though he had not effected the sale of the ring. But + it was still in his possession, and it had a tangible value. + </p> + <p> + “I am sorry you did not sell the ring,” said Mrs. Montgomery. + </p> + <p> + “So am I,” said her husband. “We may have to sell it in some other city.” + </p> + <p> + “We can't leave the city without money.” + </p> + <p> + “That's true,” returned her husband, rather taken aback by what was + undeniably true. + </p> + <p> + “We must sell the ring, or raise money on it, in New York.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't know but you are right. The trouble is, there are not many places + where they will buy so expensive an article. Besides, they will be apt to + ask impertinent questions.” + </p> + <p> + “You might go to a pawnbroker's.” + </p> + <p> + “And get fleeced. If I got a quarter of the value from a pawnbroker, I + should be lucky.” + </p> + <p> + “We must do something with it,” said Mrs. Montgomery, decidedly. + </p> + <p> + “Right, my dear. We must get the sinews of war somewhere. Richard will + never be himself again till his pocketbook is lined with greenbacks. At + present, who steals my purse steals trash.” + </p> + <p> + “Suppose you try Tiffany's?” + </p> + <p> + “The ring has already been offered there. They might remember it.” + </p> + <p> + “If they do, say that he is your son.” + </p> + <p> + “A good thought,” answered the husband. “I will act upon it. But, on the + whole, I'll doff this disguise, and assume my ordinary garments. This + time, my dear, I shall not need your assistance.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, the sooner it's done the better. That's all I have to say.” + </p> + <p> + “As soon as possible.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Montgomery returned to his lodgings in Amity street, and, taking off + his clerical garb, appeared in the garb in which we first made his + acquaintance. The change was very speedily effected. + </p> + <p> + “Wish me good luck, Mrs. M.,” he said, as he opened the door. “I am going + to make another attempt.” + </p> + <p> + “Good luck to you, Tony! Come back soon.” + </p> + <p> + “As soon as my business is completed. If I get the money, we will leave + for Philadelphia this evening. You may as well be packing up.” + </p> + <p> + “I am afraid the landlady won't let us carry away our baggage unless we + pay our bill.” + </p> + <p> + “Never mind! Pack it up, and we'll run our chance.” + </p> + <p> + Felix Montgomery left the house with the ring carefully deposited in his + vest pocket. To judge from his air of easy indifference, he might readily + have been taken for a substantial citizen in excellent circumstances; but + then appearances are oftentimes deceitful, and they were especially so in + the present instance. + </p> + <p> + He made his way quickly to Broadway, and thence to Tiffany's, at that time + not so far uptown as at present. He entered the store with a nonchalant + air, and, advancing to the counter, accosted the same clerk to whom Paul + had shown the ring earlier in the day. + </p> + <p> + “I have a valuable ring which I would like to sell,” he said. “Will you + tell me its value?” + </p> + <p> + The clerk no sooner took it in his hand than he recognized it. + </p> + <p> + “I have seen that ring before,” he said, looking at Mr. Montgomery keenly. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said the latter, composedly; “this morning, wasn't it?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “My boy brought it in here. I ought not to have sent him, for he came very + near losing it on the way home. I thought it best to come with it myself.” + </p> + <p> + This was said so quietly that it was hard to doubt the statement, or would + have been if information had not been brought to the store that the ring + had been stolen. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, boys are careless,” assented the clerk, not caring to arouse Mr. + Montgomery's suspicions. “You wish to sell the ring, I suppose.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” answered the other; “I don't like to carry a ring of so great + value. Several times I have come near having it stolen. Will you buy it?” + </p> + <p> + “I am not authorized to make the purchase,” said the clerk. “I will refer + the matter to Mr. Tiffany.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well,” said Mr. Montgomery. “I am willing to accept whatever he may + pronounce a fair price.” + </p> + <p> + “No doubt,” thought the clerk. + </p> + <p> + He carried the ring to his employer, and quickly explained the + circumstances. + </p> + <p> + “The man is doubtless a thief. He must be arrested,” said the jeweler. + </p> + <p> + “If I go for an officer, he will take alarm.” + </p> + <p> + “Invite him to come into the back part of the shop, and I will protract + the negotiation while you summon a policeman.” + </p> + <p> + The clerk returned, and at his invitation Mr. Montgomery walked to the + lower end of the store, where he was introduced to the head of the + establishment. Sharp though he was, he suspected no plot. + </p> + <p> + “You are the owner of this ring?” asked Mr. Tiffany. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir,” said the adventurer. “It has been in our family for a long + time.” + </p> + <p> + “But you wish to sell it now?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; I have come near losing it several times, and prefer to dispose of + it. What is its value?” + </p> + <p> + “That requires some consideration. I will examine it closely.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Montgomery stood with his back to the entrance, waiting patiently, + while the jeweler appeared to be engaged in a close examination of the + ring. He congratulated himself that no questions had been asked which it + might have been difficult for him to answer. He made up his mind that + after due examination Mr. Tiffany would make an offer, which he determined + in advance to accept, whatever it might be, since he would consider + himself fortunate to dispose of it at even two-thirds of its value. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile the clerk quietly slipped out of the store, and at a short + distance encountered a policeman, upon whom he called for assistance. At + the same moment Paul and Mr. Preston came up. Our hero, on being released + from arrest, had sought Mr. Preston, and the latter obligingly agreed to + go with him to Tiffany's, and certify to his honesty, that, if the ring + should be brought there, it might be retained for him. Paul did not + recognize the clerk, but the latter at once remembered him. + </p> + <p> + “Are you not the boy that brought a diamond ring into our store this + morning?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “Into Tiffany's?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you seen anything of it?” asked our hero, eagerly. “I am the one who + brought it in.” + </p> + <p> + “A man just brought it into the store,” said the clerk. + </p> + <p> + “Is he there now?” + </p> + <p> + “He is talking with Mr. Tiffany. I came out for a policeman. He will be + arrested at once.” + </p> + <p> + “Good!” ejaculated Paul; “I am in luck. I thought I should never see the + ring again. What sort of a man is he?” + </p> + <p> + From the description, Paul judged that it was Felix Montgomery himself, + and, remembering what a trick the adventurer had played upon him at + Lovejoy's Hotel, he felt no little satisfaction in the thought that the + trapper was himself trapped at last. + </p> + <p> + “I'll go along with you,” he said. “I want to see that man arrested.” + </p> + <p> + “You had better stay outside just at first, until we have secured him.” + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile Mr. Tiffany, after a prolonged examination, said: “The ring is + worth two hundred and fifty dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “That will be satisfactory,” said Mr. Montgomery, promptly. + </p> + <p> + “Shall I give you a check for the amount?” asked the jeweler. + </p> + <p> + “I should prefer the money, as I am a stranger in the city, and not known + at the banks.” + </p> + <p> + “I can make the check payable to bearer, and then you will have no + difficulty in getting it cashed.” + </p> + <p> + While this conversation was going on, the clerk entered the store with the + policeman, but Mr. Montgomery's back was turned, and he was not aware of + the fact till the officer tapped him on the shoulder, saying: “You are my + prisoner.” + </p> + <p> + “What does this mean? There is some mistake,” said the adventurer, + wheeling round with a start. + </p> + <p> + “No mistake at all. You must come with me.” + </p> + <p> + “What have I done? You take me for some one else.” + </p> + <p> + “You have stolen a diamond ring.” + </p> + <p> + “Who says so?” demanded the adventurer, boldly. “It is true I brought one + here to sell, but it has belonged to me for years.” + </p> + <p> + “You are mistaken, Mr. Montgomery,” said Paul, who had come up + unperceived. “You stole that ring from me this morning, after dosing me + with chloroform at Lovejoy's Hotel.” + </p> + <p> + “It is a lie,” said the adventurer, boldly. “That boy is my son. He is in + league with his mother to rob me. She sent him here this morning unknown + to me. Finding it out, I took the ring from him, and brought it here + myself.” + </p> + <p> + Paul was certainly surprised at being claimed as a son by the man who had + swindled him, and answered: “I never saw you before this morning. I have + no father living.” + </p> + <p> + “I will guarantee this boy's truth and honesty,” said Mr. Preston, + speaking for the first time. “I believe you know me, Mr. Tiffany.” + </p> + <p> + “I need no other assurance,” said the jeweler, bowing. “Officer, you may + remove your prisoner.” + </p> + <p> + “The game is up,” said the adventurer, finding no further chance for + deception. “I played for high stakes, and I have lost the game. I have one + favor to ask. Will some one let my wife know where I am?” + </p> + <p> + “Give me her address,” said Paul, “and I will let her know.” + </p> + <p> + “No. —— Amity street. Ask her to come to the station-house to + see me.” + </p> + <p> + “I will go at once.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you,” said Mr. Montgomery; “as I am not to have the ring, I don't + know that I am sorry it has fallen into your hands. One piece of advice I + will venture to offer you, my lad,” he added, smiling. “Beware of any + jewelers hailing from Syracuse. They will cheat you, if you give them a + chance.” + </p> + <p> + “I will be on my guard,” said Paul. “Can I do anything more for you?” + </p> + <p> + “Nothing, thank you. I have a fast friend at my side, who will look after + me.” + </p> + <p> + The officer smiled grimly at the jest, and the two left the store arm in + arm. + </p> + <p> + “Do you still wish to sell this ring?” asked Mr. Tiffany, addressing Paul. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “I renew my offer of this morning. I will give you two hundred and fifty + dollars.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall be glad to accept it.” + </p> + <p> + The sale was quickly effected, and Paul left the store with what seemed to + him a fortune in his pocket. + </p> + <p> + “Be careful not to lose your money,” said Mr Preston. + </p> + <p> + “I should like to place a hundred and fifty dollars in your hands,” said + Paul, turning to Mr. Preston. + </p> + <p> + “I will willingly take care of it for you, and allow you interest upon + it.” + </p> + <p> + The transfer was made, and, carefully depositing the balance of the money + in his pocketbook, our hero took leave of his friend and sought the house + in Amity street. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0025" id="link2HCH0025"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXV + </h2> + <h3> + PAUL'S FINAL SUCCESS + </h3> + <p> + Mrs. Montgomery impatiently awaited the return of her husband. Meanwhile + she commenced packing the single trunk which answered both for her husband + and herself. She was getting tired of New York, and anxious to leave for + Philadelphia, being fearful lest certain little transactions in which she + and her husband had taken part should become known to the police. + </p> + <p> + She had nearly completed her packing when Paul rang the doorbell. + </p> + <p> + The summons was answered by the landlady in person. + </p> + <p> + “Is Mrs. Montgomery at home?” asked Paul. + </p> + <p> + “No such lady lives here,” was the answer. + </p> + <p> + It occurred to Paul as very possible that Mr. Montgomery might pass under + a variety of names. He accordingly said, “Perhaps I have got the name + wrong. The lady I mean is tall. I come with a message from her husband, + who is a stout man with black hair and whiskers. He gave me this number.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps you mean Mr. Grimsby. He and his wife live here.” + </p> + <p> + “Probably that is the name,” said Paul. + </p> + <p> + “I will give Mrs. Grimsby your message,” returned the landlady, whose + curiosity was excited to learn something further about her boarders. + </p> + <p> + “Thank you,” said Paul; “but it is necessary for me to see the lady + myself.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, you can follow me, then,” said the landlady, rather ungraciously. + </p> + <p> + She led the way upstairs, and knocked at the door of Mrs. Grimsby, or as + we will still call her, Mrs. Montgomery, since that name is more familiar + to the reader, and she was as much entitled to the one as the other. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Montgomery opened the door, and regarded our hero suspiciously, for + her mode of life had taught her suspicion of strangers. + </p> + <p> + “Here's a boy that wants to see you,” said the landlady. + </p> + <p> + “I come with a message from your husband,” said Paul. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Montgomery remembered Paul as the boy who was the real owner of the + diamond ring, and she eyed him with increased suspicion. + </p> + <p> + “Did my husband send you? When did you see him.” + </p> + <p> + “Just now, at Tiffany's,” answered Paul, significantly. + </p> + <p> + “What is his message?” asked Mrs. Montgomery, beginning to feel uneasy. + </p> + <p> + Paul glanced at the landlady, who, in the hope of gratifying her + curiosity, maintained her stand by his side. + </p> + <p> + “The message is private,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “I suppose that means that I am in the way,” remarked the landlady, + sharply. “I don't want to pry into anybody's secrets. Thank Heaven, I + haven't got any secrets of my own.” + </p> + <p> + “Walk in, young man,” said Mrs. Montgomery. + </p> + <p> + Paul entered the room, and she closed the door behind him. Meanwhile the + landlady, who had gone part way downstairs, retraced her steps, softly, + and put her ear to the keyhole. Her curiosity, naturally strong, had been + stimulated by Paul's intimation that there was a secret. + </p> + <p> + “Now,” said Mrs. Montgomery, impatiently, “out with it! Why does my + husband send a message by you, instead of coming himself?” + </p> + <p> + “He can't come himself.” + </p> + <p> + “Why can't he?” + </p> + <p> + “I am sorry to say that I am the bearer of bad news,” said Paul, gravely. + “Your husband has been arrested for robbing me of a diamond ring.” + </p> + <p> + “Where is he?” demanded Mrs. Montgomery, not so much excited or overcome + as she would have been had this been the first time her husband had fallen + into the clutches of the law. + </p> + <p> + “At the street station-house. He wants you to come and see him.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you got the ring back?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Montgomery was sorry to hear it. She hoped her husband might be able + to secrete it, in which case he would pass it over to her to dispose of. + Now she was rather awkwardly situated, being without money, or the means + of making any. + </p> + <p> + “I will go,” she said. + </p> + <p> + Paul, who was sitting next to the door, opened it suddenly, with + unexpected effort, for the landlady, whose ear was fast to the keyhole, + staggered into the room involuntarily. + </p> + <p> + “So you were listening, ma'am, were you?” demanded Mrs. Montgomery, + scornfully. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I was,” said the landlady, rather red in the face. + </p> + <p> + “You were in good business.” + </p> + <p> + “It's a better business than stealing diamond rings,” retorted the + landlady, recovering herself. “I've long suspected there was something + wrong about you and your husband, ma'am, and now I know it. I don't want + no thieves nor jail birds in my house, and the sooner you pay your bill + and leave, the better I'll like it.” + </p> + <p> + “I'll leave as soon as you like, but I can't pay your bill.” + </p> + <p> + “I dare say,” retorted the landlady. “You're a nice character to cheat an + honest woman out of four weeks' board.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, Paul, what news?” asked Barry. + </p> + <p> + “I am ready to buy your stand,” said Paul. + </p> + <p> + “Can you pay me all the money down?” + </p> + <p> + “On the spot.” + </p> + <p> + “Then it is all settled,” said Barry, with satisfaction. “I am glad of it, + for now I shall be able to go on to Philadelphia to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + Paul drew a roll of bills from his pocket, and proceeded to count out + thirty-five dollars. Barry noticed with surprise that he had a + considerable amount left. + </p> + <p> + “You are getting rich, Paul,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “I am not rich yet,” answered Paul, “but I mean to be some time if I can + accomplish it by industry and attention to business.” + </p> + <p> + “You'll be sure to succeed,” said George Barry. “You're just the right + sort. Good-by, old fellow. When you come on to Philadelphia come and see + me.” + </p> + <p> + “I may establish a branch stand in Philadelphia before long,” said Paul, + jocosely. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0026" id="link2HCH0026"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXVI + </h2> + <p> + <a name="link2H_CONC" id="link2H_CONC"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CONCLUSION + </h2> + <p> + When Paul was left in charge of the stand, and realized that it was his + own, he felt a degree of satisfaction which can be imagined. He had been a + newsboy, a baggage-smasher, and in fact had pretty much gone the round of + the street trades, but now he felt that he had advanced one step higher. + Some of my readers may not appreciate the difference, but to Paul it was a + great one. He was not a merchant prince, to be sure, but he had a fixed + place of business, and with his experience he felt confident he could make + it pay. + </p> + <p> + “I am sure I can make from ten to fifteen dollars a week,” he said to + himself. “I averaged over a dollar a day when I worked for George Barry, + and then I only got half-profits. Now I shall have the whole.” + </p> + <p> + This consideration was a very agreeable one. He would be able to maintain + his mother and little Jimmy in greater comfort than before, and this he + cared more for than for any extra indulgences for himself. In fact, he + could relieve his mother entirely from the necessity of working, and yet + live better than at present. When Paul thought of this, it gave him a + thrill of satisfaction, and made him feel almost like a man. + </p> + <p> + He set to work soliciting custom, and soon had sold three neckties at + twenty-five cents each. + </p> + <p> + “All that money is mine,” he thought, proudly. “I haven't got to hand any + of it over to George Barry. That's a comfort.” + </p> + <p> + As this thought occurred to him he recognized an old acquaintance + strolling along the sidewalk in his direction. It was no other than Jim + Parker, the friend and crony of Mike Donovan, who will be remembered as + figuring in not a very creditable way in the earlier chapters of this + story. It so happened that he and Paul had not met for some time, and Jim + was quite ignorant of Paul's rise in life. + </p> + <p> + As for Jim himself, no great change had taken place in his appearance or + prospects. His suit was rather more ragged and dirty than when we first + made his acquaintance, having been worn night and day in the streets, by + night stretched out in some dirty alley or out-of-the-way corner, where + Jim found cheap lodgings. He strolled along with his hands in his pockets, + not much concerned at the deficiencies in his costume. + </p> + <p> + “Hallo!” said he, stopping opposite Paul's stand. “What are you up to?” + </p> + <p> + “You can see for yourself,” answered Paul. “I am selling neckties.” + </p> + <p> + “How long you've been at it?” + </p> + <p> + “Just begun.” + </p> + <p> + “Who's your boss?” + </p> + <p> + “I haven't any.” + </p> + <p> + “You ain't runnin' the stand yourself, be you?” asked Jim, in surprise. + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “Where'd you borrow the stamps?” + </p> + <p> + “Of my mother,” said Paul. “Can't I sell you a necktie this morning?” + </p> + <p> + “Not much,” said Jim, laughing at the joke. “I've got my trunks stuffed + full of 'em at home, but I don't wear 'em only Sundays. Do you make much + money?” + </p> + <p> + “I expect to do pretty well.” + </p> + <p> + “What made you give up sellin' prize packages?” asked Jim slyly. + </p> + <p> + “Customers like you,” answered Paul. + </p> + <p> + Jim laughed. + </p> + <p> + “You didn't catch me that time you lost your basket,” he said. + </p> + <p> + “That was a mean trick,” said Paul, indignantly. + </p> + <p> + “You don't want to hire me to sell for you, do you?” + </p> + <p> + “That's where you're right. I don't.” + </p> + <p> + “I'd like to go into the business.” + </p> + <p> + “You'd better open a second-hand clothing store,” suggested Paul, glancing + at his companion's ragged attire. + </p> + <p> + “Maybe I will,” said Jim with a grin, “if you'll buy of me.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't like the style,” said Paul. “Who's your tailor?” + </p> + <p> + “He lives round in Chatham street. Say, can't you lend a fellow a couple + of shillin' to buy some breakfast?” + </p> + <p> + “Have you done any work to-day?” + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you can't expect to eat if you don't work.” + </p> + <p> + “I didn't have no money to start with.” + </p> + <p> + “Suppose you had a quarter, what would you do?” + </p> + <p> + “I'd buy a ten-cent plate of meat, and buy some evenin' papers with the + rest.” + </p> + <p> + “If you'll do that, I'll give you what you ask for.” + </p> + <p> + “You'll give me two shillin'?” repeated Jim, incredulously, for he + remembered how he had wronged Paul. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Paul. “Here's the money;” and he drew a twenty-five-cent piece + from his vest pocket, and handed it to Jim. + </p> + <p> + “You give me that after the mean trick I played you?” said Jim. + </p> + <p> + “Yes; I am sorry for you and want to help you along.” + </p> + <p> + “You're a brick!” exclaimed Jim, emphatically. “If any feller tries to + play a trick on you, you just tell me, and I'll lam him.” + </p> + <p> + “All right, Jim!” said Paul, kindly; “I'll remember it.” + </p> + <p> + “There ain't anybody you want licked, is there?” asked Jim, earnestly. + </p> + <p> + “Not at present, thank you,” said Paul, smiling. + </p> + <p> + “When you do, I'm on hand,” said Jim. “Now I'll go and get some grub.” + </p> + <p> + He shuffled along toward Ann street, where there was a cheap eating-house, + in which ten cents would pay for a plate of meat. He was decidedly hungry, + and did justice to the restaurant, whose style of cookery, though not very + choice, suited him so well that he could readily have eaten three plates + of meat instead of one, but for the prudent thought that compelled him to + reserve enough to embark in business afterwards. Jim was certainly a hard + ticket; but Paul's unexpected kindness had won him, and produced a more + profound impression than a dozen floggings could have done. I may add that + Jim proved luck in his business investment, and by the close of the + afternoon had enough money to provide himself with supper and lodging, + besides a small fund to start with the next day. + </p> + <p> + Paul sold three more neckties, and then, though it yet lacked an hour of + the time when he generally proposed to close, he prepared to go home. He + wanted to communicate the good news to his mother and little Jimmy. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Hoffman raised her eyes from her sewing as he entered. + </p> + <p> + “Well, Paul,” she said, “have you heard anything of the ring?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, mother, it's sold.” + </p> + <p> + “Is it? Well, we must do without it, then,” said his mother in a tone of + disappointment. + </p> + <p> + “There won't be any trouble about that, mother, as long as we have got the + money for it. I would rather have that than the ring.” + </p> + <p> + “Did you recover it, then?” asked his mother, eagerly. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, mother—listen and I will tell you all about it.” + </p> + <p> + He sat down and told the story to two very attentive listeners. + </p> + <p> + “What did you do with the money, Paul?” asked Jimmy. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Preston is keeping a hundred and fifty dollars for me. He will allow + seven per cent. interest. But I must not forget that the money belongs to + you, mother, and not to me. Perhaps you would prefer to deposit it in a + savings bank.” + </p> + <p> + “I am quite satisfied with your disposal of it, Paul,” said Mrs. Hoffman. + “I little thought, when I found the ring, that it would be of such service + to us.” + </p> + <p> + “It has set me up in business,” said Paul, “and I am sure to make money. + But I am getting out of stock. I must go round and buy some more neckties + to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + “How much do you pay for your ties, Paul?” asked his mother. + </p> + <p> + “One shilling; I sell them for two. That gives me a good profit.” + </p> + <p> + “I wonder whether I couldn't make them?” said Mrs. Hoffman. “I find there + is no sewing at present to be got, and, besides,” she added, “I think I + would rather work for you than for a stranger.” + </p> + <p> + “There is no need of your working, mother. I can earn enough to support + the family.” + </p> + <p> + “While I have health I would prefer to work, Paul.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I will bring round some of the ties to-morrow. I have two or three + kinds. There is nothing very hard about any of them. I think they would be + easy to make.” + </p> + <p> + “That will suit me much better than making shirts.” + </p> + <p> + “Suppose I admit you to the firm, mother? I can get a large signboard, and + have painted on it: + </p> + <h2> + PAUL HOFFMAN AND MOTHER,<br /> DEALERS IN NECKTIES. + </h2> + <p> + How would that sound?” + </p> + <p> + “I think I would leave the business part in your hands, Paul.” + </p> + <p> + “I begin to feel like a wholesale merchant already,” said Paul. “Who knows + but I may be one some day?” + </p> + <p> + “Many successful men have begun as low down,” said his mother; “with + energy and industry much may be accomplished.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you think I'll ever be a wholesale painter?” asked Jimmy, whose small + ears had drank in the conversation. + </p> + <p> + “Better try for it, Jimmy,” said Paul. “I don't know exactly what a + wholesale painter is, unless it's one who paints houses.” + </p> + <p> + “I shouldn't like that,” said the little boy. + </p> + <p> + “Then, Jimmy, you'd better be a retail painter.” + </p> + <p> + “I guess I will,” said Jimmy, seriously. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Note: Thus far we have accompanied Paul Hoffman in his + career. He is considerably better off than when we met him + peddling prize packages in front of the post office. But we + have reason to believe that greater success awaits him. He + will figure in the next two volumes of this series, more + particularly in the second, to be called “Slow and Sure; or, + From the Sidewalk to the Shop.” Before this appears, + however, I propose to describe the adventures of a friend + and protegee of Paul's—under the title of PHIL THE FIDDLER; + OR, THE YOUNG STREET MUSICIAN. +</pre> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Paul the Peddler, by Horatio Alger, Jr. + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PAUL THE PEDDLER *** + +***** This file should be named 659-h.htm or 659-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/6/5/659/ + +Produced by Charles Keller and David Widger + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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