"Where are you goin", Tom?"
"I"m goin" out West, to seek my fortune."
"Shure I hope you"ll find it."
"So do I, Mrs. Flanagan. I know it"s there, and mean to get it, if I can."
"Are you goin" now?"
"Not till to-morrow. I"ve got some more things to buy first."
"I"m sorry to lose you, Tom. I"ll miss you and old Jacob. I hope the poor man"s better off."
"So do I, Mrs. Flanagan. I won"t hide it from you--but he left me a paper, tellin" me that there is a man out West that"s cheated me out of my fortune."
"What"s his name?"
"Grey. He"s my father"s cousin."
"Where does he live?"
"I don"t know."
"Then how will you find him?"
"I know how he looks. He was in New York a little while ago, and I blacked his boots. When I come into my fortune, I"ll make you a handsome present, Mrs. Flanagan."
"Shure I hope you"ll get it widout the present."
"Now I must be goin". I"ve got to buy a carpet-bag and umbrella."
"Come in and bid me good-by before you go, Tom."
"Yes, I will."
Tom went out into the street, when it occurred to him that there was one article he had not yet renewed--his hat. He lost no time in visiting a hat store, where he supplied himself with one of fashionable shape. He could not resist the temptation, also, of purchasing a small, jaunty cane. Being naturally a good-looking boy, I am justified in saying that, in his new outfit, he would have easily pa.s.sed muster as the son of a man of wealth. In fact, so effectually was he disguised, that he pa.s.sed some of his old street companions without their recognizing him. Tom was rather amused and pleased at this. As he pa.s.sed his old rival and enemy, Pat Walsh, it struck him that it would be a good joke to employ him to black his shoes, of which I neglected to say that he had purchased a new pair. Pat was just finishing off a customer, when Tom stepped up.
"Shine yer boots?" asked Pat.
"Yes, boy, and be quick about it," answered Tom, a.s.suming a tone of haughty command.
Pat was at once on his knees, blacking the shoes of his old rival without the slightest suspicion of his ident.i.ty.
"Humph! do you call that a good shine?" demanded Tom, when the first shoe was finished. "I could black it better myself."
"What do you know about blackin" boots?" said Pat, angrily. "There ain"t a boy round here can give you a better shine than that."
"I got my boots blacked yesterday by a boy named Tom. He gave me a better shine."
Just then Pat looked up in his face, and started in surprise.
"You"re Tom yourself," he said. "Where"d you get them clo"es?"
"Do you dare to compare me to a bootblack?" said Tom. "My name is Gilbert."
"You look like Tom"s twin-brother, then," said Pat, bewildered.
Tom didn"t reply, but walked off in a dignified manner, after paying Pat, swinging his cane in the most approved style.
"Don"t he look like Tom, though?" soliloquized Pat, bewildered.
Tom enjoyed the joke, but didn"t venture to laugh till he was out of sight.
"No wonder Pat didn"t know," he thought. "I ain"t sure I"d know myself, it I"d gone to sleep a bootblack and waked up as I am now."
Tom made his purchases, took supper at a restaurant, and went to bed early. It was his last night in the city. On the next day he was to start for the West, in quest of fortune.
CHAPTER IX.
BESSIE BENTON.
Tom called the next day at the hospital, and left ten dollars, finding this to be the right amount for Jacob"s coffin. He took a last look at the old man, so long his companion, and then, feeling that he could do no more, went on his way. He next went to a railroad office, on Broadway, and bought a through-ticket to Cincinnati. This was the city where, according to Jacob"s story, his father had been in business, and he himself had been born. His inquiries for the uncle who had defrauded him must commence here.
Having taken his seat in the cars, he was led to make an examination of his pocket-book. He found it, by no means, well filled. A hundred dollars had seemed to him a good deal of money, but he had expended half of it for clothes. His railway ticket, and the money he left at the hospital, consumed thirty dollars more, and he had, therefore, but twenty dollars left.
"That ain"t much to set up as a gentleman on," said Tom to himself. "I didn"t know it cost so much to get along; I"ll have to go to work afore long."
Tom was not in the least daunted, however; he had always been accustomed to earn his living, and didn"t doubt that he could do it now.
He had little money, but he had his wits and two strong arms, and he thought he could keep out of the poor-house. No anxious fears for the future marred the pleasure which the journey afforded him. With an eye of interest he regarded the rich and productive country through which the train was speeding at the rate of twenty-five miles an hour.
There is more than one route from New York to Cincinnati, a fact of which Tom knew nothing, and it was only by accident that he had selected that which led through Buffalo. He stopped over a night at this enterprising city, and at an early hour entered the cars to go on to the chief city in Ohio. The pa.s.sengers were nearly all seated. In fact, every seat was occupied, except that beside Tom, when a stout, elderly gentleman entered the car, followed by an attractive young girl of fourteen.
"There don"t seem to be any seats, Bessie," he said.
"Here"s one, uncle," said the young lady, indicating the seat of which our hero occupied half.
"Is this seat engaged, young man?" asked the old gentleman.
Tom looked up, and, seeing that a pretty girl was to sit beside him, answered, with alacrity:
"No, sir."
"Then, Bessie, you may as well sit down here. I am very sorry you must take this long journey alone. I thought, till the last moment, that Mr.
Armstrong was going."