"No, sir; I confess my ignorance."
"I apprehend you won"t require it in my friend Goodnow"s establishment."
"If I do, I will learn it," said Rodney, rather enjoying the joke.
"If I write a book about America, I shall certainly put in a paragraph about a learned office boy. I think you are ent.i.tled to something for your knowledge of Greek and Latin--say five dollars apiece," and Mr.
Mulgrave drew from his pocket two gold pieces and handed them to Rodney.
"Thank you very much, sir," said Rodney. "I shall find this money very useful, as I have taken a room, and am setting up housekeeping."
"Then you have left the Lodging House?"
"Yes, sir; I only spent one night there."
"You are right. It is no doubt a great blessing to the needy street boys, but you belong to a different cla.s.s."
"It is very fortunate I went there last evening, or I should not have met you and Mr. Goodnow."
"I am glad to have been the means of doing you a service," said the Englishman kindly, shaking hands with Rodney, who bowed and went back to his work.
"I am not sure but you are taking too much notice of that boy, Mulgrave," said the merchant.
"No fear! He is not a common boy. You won"t regret employing him."
"I hope not."
Then they talked of other matters, for Mr. Mulgrave was to start on his return to England the following day.
At five o"clock Rodney"s day was over, and he went back to Bleecker Street. He found Mike already there, working hard to get his hands clean, soiled as they were by the stains of blacking.
"Did you have a good day, Mike?" asked Rodney.
"Yes; I made a dollar and ten cents. Here"s a quarter towards the rent."
"All right! I see you are prompt in money matters."
"I try to be. Do you know, Rodney, I worked better for feelin" that I had a room of my own to go to after I got through. I hope I"ll soon be able to get into a different business."
"I hope so, too."
Two days later Rodney"s trunk arrived. In the evening he opened it.
He took out a dark mixed suit about half worn, and said, "Try that on, Mike."
Mike did so. It fitted as if it were made for him.
"You can have it, Mike," said Rodney.
"You don"t mean it?" exclaimed Mike, delighted.
"Yes, I do. I have plenty of others."
Rodney supplemented his gift by a present of underclothing, and on the following Sunday the two boys went to Central Park in the afternoon, Mike so transformed that some of his street friends pa.s.sed him without recognition, much to Mike"s delight.
CHAPTER X.
MIKE PUTS ON A UNIFORM.
A wonderful change came over Mike Flynn. Until he met Rodney he seemed quite dest.i.tute of ambition. The ragged and dirty suit which he wore as bootblack were the best he had. His face and hands generally bore the marks of his business, and as long as he made enough to buy three meals a day, two taken at the Lodging House, with something over for lodging, and an occasional visit to a cheap theater, he was satisfied.
He was fifteen, and had never given a thought to what he would do when he was older. But after meeting Rodney, and especially after taking a room with him, he looked at life with different eyes. He began to understand that his business, though honorable because honest, was not a desirable one. He felt, too, that he ought to change it out of regard for Rodney, who was now his close companion.
"If I had ten dollars ahead," he said one day, "I"d give up blackin"
boots."
"What else would you do?"
"I"d be a telegraph boy. That"s more respectable than blackin" boots, and it "ould be cleaner."
"That is true. Do you need money to join?"
"I would get paid once in two weeks, and I"d have to live till I got my first salary."
"I guess I can see you through, Mike."
"No; you need all your money, Rodney. I"ll wait and see if I can"t save it myself."
This, however, would have taken a long time, if Mike had not been favored by circ.u.mstances. He was standing near the ladies" entrance to the Astor House one day, when casting his eyes downward he espied a neat pocketbook of Russia leather. He picked it up, and from the feeling judged that it must be well filled.
Now I must admit that it did occur to Mike that he could divert to his own use the contents without detection, as no one had seen him pick it up. But Mike was by instinct an honest boy, and he decided that this would not be right. He thrust it into his pocket, however, as he had no objection to receiving a reward if one was offered.
While he was standing near the entrance, a tall lady, dressed in brown silk and wearing gla.s.ses, walked up from the direction of Broadway. She began to peer about like one who was looking for something.
"I guess its hers," thought Mike.
"Are you looking for anything, ma"am?" he asked.
She turned and glanced at Mike.
"I think I must have dropped my pocketbook," she said. "I had it in my hand when I left the hotel, but I had something on my mind and I think I must have dropped it without noticing. Won"t you help me look for it, for I am short sighted?"
"Is this it?" asked Mike, producing the pocketbook.
"Oh yes!" exclaimed the lady joyfully. "Where did you find it?"