"S"posin" I am?"
"Have you seen a newsboy they call Rough and Ready, this morning?"
"Yes, I seed him."
"Where is he? Has he sold all his papers?"
"He"s giv" up sellin" papers, and gone into business on Wall Street."
"Don"t you try to fool me, or I"ll give you a lickin"," said Martin, sternly.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "DON"T YOU TRY TO FOOL ME."]
"Thank you for your kind offer," said Ben, "but lickings don"t agree with my const.i.tution."
"Why don"t you tell me the truth then?"
"I did."
"You said Rufus had gone into business in Wall Street."
"So he has. A rich cove"s taken a fancy to him, and adopted him as a office-boy."
"How much does he pay him?" asked Martin, considering whether there would be any chance of getting some money out of his step-son.
"Not knowin" can"t say," replied Ben; "but he"s just bought two pocket-books to hold his wages in."
"You"re a humbug!" said Martin, indignantly. "What"s the man"s name he works for?"
"It"s painted in big letters on the sign. You can"t miss it."
James Martin considered, for an instant, whether it would be best to give Ben a thrashing, but the approach of a policeman led him to decide in the negative.
"Shine yer boots, gov"nor?" asked Ben, professionally.
"Yes," said Martin, rather unexpectedly.
"Payment in advance!" said Ben, who didn"t think it prudent to trust in this particular instance.
"I"ll tell yer what," said Martin, to whom necessity had taught a certain degree of cunning, "if you"ll lend me fifty cents for a week, I"ll let you shine my boots every day, and pay you the money besides."
"That"s a very kind proposal," said Ben; "but I"ve just invested all my money on a country-seat up the river, which makes me rather short."
"Then you can"t lend me the fifty?"
"No, but I"ll tell you where you can get it."
"Where?"
"Up in Chatham Street. There"s plenty"ll lend it on the security of that hat of yours."
The hat in question was in the last stages of dilapidation, looking as if it had been run over daily by an omnibus, and then used to fill the place of a broken pane, being crushed out of all shape and comeliness.
Martin aimed a blow at Ben, but the boot-black dexterously evaded it, and, slinging his box over his back, darted down Na.s.sau Street.
Later in the day he met Rough and Ready.
"I see the gov"nor this mornin"," said Ben.
"What, Mr. Martin?"
"Yes."
"What did he say?"
"He inquired after you in the most affectionate manner, and wanted to know where you was at work."
"I hope you didn"t tell him."
"Not if I know myself. I told him he"d see the name on the sign. Then he wanted to borrow fifty cents for a week."
Rufus laughed.
"It"s a good investment, Ben. I"ve invested considerable money that way.
I suppose you gave him the money?"
"Maybe I did. He offered me the chance of blacking his boots every day for a week, if I"d lend him the money; but I had to resign the glorious privilege, not havin" been to the bank this mornin" to withdraw my deposits."
"You talk like a banker, Ben."
"I"m goin" to bankin" some day, when boot-blacking gets dull."
Ben Gibson had been for years a boot-black, having commenced the business when only eight years old. His life had been one of hardship and privation, as street life always is, but he had become toughened to it, and bore it with a certain stoicism, never complaining, but often joking in a rude way at what would have depressed and discouraged a more sensitive temperament. He was by no means a model boy, though not as bad as many of his cla.s.s. He had learned to smoke and to swear, and did both freely. But there was a certain rude honesty about him which led Rufus, though in every way his superior, to regard him with friendly interest, and he had, on more than one occasion, been of considerable service to our hero in his newsboy days. Rufus had tried to induce him to give up smoking, but thus far without success.
"It keeps a feller warm," he said; "besides it won"t hurt me. I"m tough."
CHAPTER IV.
HOW JAMES MARTIN CAME TO GRIEF.
After parting with Ben Gibson, James Martin crossed the street to the City Hall Park, and sat down on one of the wooden benches placed there for the public accommodation. Neither his present circ.u.mstances nor his future prospects were very brilliant. He was trying to solve the great problem which has troubled so many lazy people, of how best to live without work. There are plenty of men, not only in our cities, but in country villages, who are at work upon this same problem, but few solve it to their satisfaction. Martin was a good carpenter, and might have earned a respectable and comfortable livelihood, instead of wandering about the streets in ragged attire, without a roof to shelter him, or money to pay for a decent meal.
As he sat on the bench, a cigar-boy pa.s.sed him, with a box of cigars under his arm.
"Cigars," he cried, "four for ten cents!"