They went on some distance, Old Hurricane diligently reading the names of the streets at the corners. Presently he stopped again, bewildered, and after gazing around himself for a few minutes, said:
"Boy!"
"Yes, sir!"
"Do you know such a place as Rag Alley in Manillo Street?"
"Rag Alley, sir?"
"Yes; a sort of narrow, dark, musty place, with a row of old, tumble-down tenements each side, where poor wretches live all huddled up together, fifty in a house, eh? I was told I couldn"t drive up it in a carriage, so I had to walk. Do you know such a place?"
"Do I know such a place! Do I know Rag Alley? Oh, my eye! Oh, he! he!
he! he!"
"What are you laughing at now, you miscellaneous a.s.sortment of variegated pieces?"
"Oh! oh, dear! I was laughing to think how well I knew Rag Alley!"
"Humph! you do look as if you were born and bred there."
"But, sir, I wasn"t!"
"Humph! How did you get into life, then?"
"I don"t know, governor, unless I was raked up from the gutter by some old woman in the rag-picking line!" said the newsboy, demurely.
"Humph. I think that quite likely! But now, do you say that you know where that alley is?"
"Oh, don"t set me off again! Oh, he! he! he! Yes, sir, I know."
"Well, then, show me the way and don"t be a fool!"
"I"d scorn to be it, sir. This is the way!" said the lad, taking the lead.
They walked on several squares, and then the boy stopped, and pointing down a cross-street, said:
"There, governor; there you are."
"There! Where? Why that"s a handsome street!" said Old Hurricane, gazing up in admiration at the opposite blocks of stately brown-stone mansions.
"That"s it, hows"ever! That"s Rag Alley. "Tain"t called Rag Alley now, though! It"s called Hifalutin Terrace! Them tenements you talk of were pulled down more"n a year ago and these houses put up in their place,"
said the newsboy.
"Dear! dear! dear! what changes! And what became of the poor tenants?"
asked Old Hurricane, gazing in dismay at the inroads of improvement.
"The tenants? poor wretches! how do I know? Carted away, blown away, thrown away, with the other rubbish. What became of the tenants?
""Ask of the winds that far around With fragments strewed the sea-ty!"
I heard that spouted at a school exhibition once, governor!" said the lad, demurely.
"Humph! well, well well! the trace is lost! What shall I do?--put advertis.e.m.e.nts in all the daily papers--apply at the chief police office? Yes, I"ll do both," muttered Old Hurricane to himself; then, speaking out, he called:
"Boy!"
"Yes, sir?"
"Call me a cab!"
"Yes, sir!" And the lad was off like an arrow to do his bidding.
In a few moments the cab drove up. The newsboy, who was sitting beside the driver, jumped down and said:
"Here it is, sir!"
"Thank you, my son; here is your fee," said Old Hurricane, putting a silver dollar into the lad"s hand.
"What! Lor", it can"t be I but it is! He must have made a mistake! What if he did, I don"t care! Yes, I do, too! "Honor bright!"" exclaimed the newsboy, looking in wonder and desire and sore temptation upon the largest piece of money he had ever touched in his life. "Governor!"
"Well, boy?" said the old gentleman, with his feet upon the steps of the cab.
"You"ve been and done and gone and give me a whole dollar by mistake!"
"And why should you think it a mistake, you impertinent monkey?"
"Your honor didn"t mean it?"
"Why not, you young rascal? Of course I did. Take it and be off with you!" said Old Hurricane, beginning to ascend the steps.
"I"m a great mind to," said the newsboy, still gazing on the coin with satisfaction and desire--"I"m a great mind to; but I won"t! "tain"t fair! Governor, I say!"
"What now, you troublesome fellow?"
"Do stop a minute! Don"t tempt me too hard, "cause, you see, I ain"t sure I could keep honest if I was tempted too hard."
"What do you mean now, you ridiculous little ape?"
"I mean I know you"re from the country, and don"t know no better, and I mus"n"t impose upon your ignorance."
"My ignorance, you impudent villain!" exclaimed the old man, with rising wrath.
"Yes, governor; you hain"t cut your eye-teeth yet! you hain"t up to snuff! you don"t know nothing! Why, this is too much for toting a carpet-bag a half a dozen squares; and it"s very well you fell in with a honest lad like me, that wouldn"t impose on your innocence. Bless you, the usual price isn"t more"n a dime, or, if you"re rich and generous, a shillin"; but----"
"What the deuce do I care for the usual price, you--you--you perfect prodigy of patches? There, for the Lord"s sake, go get yourself a decent suit of clothes! Drive on, cabman!" roared Old Hurricane, flinging an eagle upon the sidewalk and rolling off in his cab.
"Poor dear, old gentleman! I wonder where his keeper is? How could he have got loose? Maybe I"d better go and tell the police! But then I don"t know who he is, or where he"s gone! But he is very crazy, and I"m afraid he"ll fling away every cent of his money before his friends can catch him. I know what I"ll do. I"ll go to the stand and watch for the cab to come back and ask the driver what he has done with the poor, dear old fellow!" said the newsboy, picking up the gold coin and putting it into his pocket. And then he started, but with an eye to business, singing out:
"Herald! Triebune! Express! last account of the orful accident--steamer," etc., etc., etc., selling his papers as he went on to the cab-stand. He found the cabman already there. And to his anxious inquiries as to the sanity of the old gentleman, that Jehu replied: