"Wait a minute, Squire Walker," said Harry. "I won"t go back to Jacob Wire"s, anyhow. Just hear what I have got to say; and then, if you want to take me, you may, if you can."
It was evident, even to the squire, that Harry had something of importance to say; and he involuntarily paused to hear it.
"I have found your pocketbook, squire, and--"
"Give it to me, and I won"t touch you," cried the overseer, eagerly.
It was clear that the loss of his pocketbook had produced a salutary impression on the squire"s mind. He loved money, and the punishment was more than he could bear.
"I was walking along here, last night, when I struck my foot against something. I picked it up, and found it was a pocketbook. I haven"t opened it. Here it is;" and Harry handed him his lost treasure.
"By gracious!" exclaimed he, after he had a.s.sured himself that the contents of the pocketbook had not been disturbed. "That is more than ever I expected of you, Master Harry West."
"I mean to be honest," replied Harry, proudly.
"Perhaps you do. I told you, Harry, I wouldn"t touch you; and I won"t," continued the squire. "You may go."
The overseer was amazed. He had come to Boston with the intention of catching Harry, cost what it might,--he meant to charge the expense to the town; but the recovery of his money had warmed his heart, and banished the malice he cherished toward the boy.
Squire Walker volunteered some excellent advice for the guidance of the little pilgrim, who, he facetiously observed, had now no one to look after his manners and morals--manners first, and morals afterwards. He must be very careful and prudent, and he wished him well. Harry, however, took this wholesome counsel as from whom it came, and was not very deeply impressed by it.
John Lane came to the stable soon after, and congratulated our hero upon the termination of the persecution from Redfield, and, when his horses were hitched on, bade him good bye, with many hearty wishes for his future success.
CHAPTER XIII
IN WHICH HARRY BECOMES A STABLE BOY, AND HEARS BAD NEWS FROM ROCKVILLE
Harry was exceedingly rejoiced at the remarkable turn his affairs had taken. It is true, he had lost the treasure upon which his fancy had built so many fine castles; but he did not regret the loss, since it had purchased his exemption from the Redfield persecution. He had conquered his enemy--which was a great victory--by being honest and upright; and he had conquered himself--which was a greater victory--by listening to the voice within him. He resisted temptation, and the victory made him strong.
Our hero had won a triumph, but the battlefield was still spread out before him. There were thousands of enemies lurking in his path, ready to fall upon and despoil him of his priceless treasure--his integrity.
"She had hoped he would be a good boy." He had done his duty--he had been true in the face of temptation. He wanted to write to Julia then, and tell her of his triumph--that, when tempted, he had thought of her, and won the victory.
The world was before him; it had no place for idlers, and he must get work. The contents of the basket were not yet exhausted, and he took it to a retired corner to eat his breakfast. While he was thus engaged, Joe Flint, the ostler, happened to see him.
"That is cold comfort," said he. "Why don"t you go to the tavern and have your breakfast like a gentleman?"
"I can"t afford it," replied Harry.
"Can"t afford it? How much did the man that owned the pocketbook give you?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing! I"m blamed if he ain"t a mean one!" exclaimed Joe, heartily.
"I don"t wonder you run away."
"I didn"t want anything. I was too glad to get clear of him to think of anything else."
"Next time he loses his pocketbook, I hope he won"t find it."
And with this charitable observation, Joe resumed his labors. Harry finished his meal, washed it down with a draught of cold water at the pump, and was ready for business again. Unfortunately, there was no business ready for him. All day long he wandered about the streets in search of employment; but people did not appreciate his value. No one would hire him or have anything to do with him. The five patches on his clothes, he soon discovered, rendered it useless for him to apply at the stores. He was not in a condition to be tolerated about one of these; and he turned his attention to the market, the stables, and the teaming establishments, yet with no better success. It was in vain that he tried again; and at night, weary and dispirited, he returned to Major Phillips"s stable.
His commissariat was not yet exhausted; and he made a hearty supper from the basket. It became an interesting question for him to consider how he should pa.s.s the night. He could not afford to pay one of his quarters for a night"s lodging at the tavern opposite. There was the stable, however, if he could get permission to sleep there.
"May I sleep in the hay loft, Joe?" he asked, as the ostler pa.s.sed him.
"Major Phillips don"t allow any one to sleep in the hay loft; but perhaps he will let you sleep there. He was asking about you to-day."
"How should he know anything about me?" said Harry, not a little surprised to find his fame had gone before him.
"He heard about the pocketbook, and wanted to see you. He said it was the meanest thing he ever heard of, that the man who lost it didn"t give you anything; and them"s my sentiments exactly. Here comes the major; I will speak to him about you."
"Thank you, Joe."
"Major Phillips, this boy wants to know if he may sleep in the hay loft to-night."
"No," replied the stable keeper, short as pie crust.
"This is the boy that found the pocketbook, and he hain"t got no place to sleep."
"O, is it? Then I will find a place for him to sleep. So, my boy, you are an honest fellow."
"I try to be," replied Harry, modestly.
"If you had kept the pocketbook you might have lodged at the Tremont House."
"I had rather sleep in your stable, without it."
"Squire Walker was mean not to give you a ten-dollar bill. What are you going to do with yourself?"
"I want to get work; perhaps you have got something for me to do. I am used to horses."
"Well, I don"t know as I have."
Major Phillips was a great fat man, rough, vulgar, and profane in his conversation; but he had a kind of sympathizing nature. Though he swore like a pirate sometimes, his heart was in the right place, so far as humanity was concerned.
He took Harry into the counting room of the stable, and questioned him in regard to his past history and future prospects. The latter, however, were just now rather clouded. He told the major his experience in trying to get something to do, and was afraid he should not find a place.
The stable keeper was interested in him and in his story. He swore roundly at the meanness of Jacob Wire and Squire Walker, and commended him for running away.
"Well, my lad, I don"t know as I can do much for you. I have three ostlers now, which is quite enough, and all I can afford to pay; but I suppose I can find enough for a boy to do about the house and the stable. How much wages do you expect?"
"Whatever you think I can earn."
"You can"t earn much for me just now; but if you are a-mind to try it, I will give you six dollars a month and your board."