Ben, the Luggage Boy: or, Among the Wharves. Horatio Alger Jr.

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СКАЧАТЬ me, and make a gentleman of me. It would be a good sight better'n blackin' boots."

      "Do you make much money that way?" inquired Ben.

      "Pleasant days like this, sometimes I make a dollar, but when it rains there aint much doin'."

      "How much have you made this morning?" asked Ben, with interest.

      "Sixty cents."

      "Sixty cents, and it isn't more than ten o'clock. That's doing pretty well."

      "'Taint so good in the afternoon. Most every body gets their boots blacked in the mornin'. What are you goin' to do?"

      "I don't know," said Ben.

      "Goin' to black boots? I'll show you how," said the other, generously overlooking all considerations of possible rivalry.

      "I don't think I should like that very well," said Ben, slowly.

      Having been brought up in a comfortable home, he had a prejudice in favor of clean hands and unsoiled clothes, – a prejudice of which his street life speedily cured him.

      "I think I should rather sell papers, or go into a store," said Ben.

      "You can't make so much money sellin' papers," said his new acquaintance. "Then you might get 'stuck'".

      "What's that?" inquired Ben, innocently.

      "Don't you know?" asked the boot-black, wonderingly. "Why, it's when you've got more papers than you can sell. That's what takes off the profits. I was a newsboy once; but it's too hard work for the money. There aint no chance of gettin' stuck on my business."

      "It's rather a dirty business," said Ben, venturing to state his main objection, at the risk of offending. But Jerry Collins, for that was his name, was not very sensitive on this score.

      "What's the odds?" he said, indifferently. "A feller gets used to it."

      Ben looked at Jerry's begrimed hands, and clothes liberally marked with spots of blacking, and he felt that he was not quite ready to get used to appearing in public in this way. He was yet young in his street life. The time came when he ceased to be so particular.

      "Where do you board?" asked Ben, after a little pause.

      Jerry Collins stared at the questioner as if he suspected that a joke was intended. But Ben's serious face assured him that he was in earnest.

      "You're jolly green," he remarked, sententiously.

      "Look here," said Ben, with spirit, "I'll give you a licking if you say that again."

      It may be considered rather singular that Jerry, Instead of resenting this threat, was led by it to regard Ben with favor.

      "I didn't mean anything," he said, by way of apology. "You're a trump, and you'll get over it when you've been in the city a week."

      "What made you call me green?" asked Ben.

      "Did you think I boarded up to the Fifth Avenue?" asked Jerry.

      "What's that, – a hotel?"

      "Yes, it's one of the big hotels, where they eat off gold plates."

      "No, I don't suppose you board there," said Ben, laughing; "but I suppose there are cheaper boarding-places. Where do you sleep?"

      "Sometimes in wagons, or in door-ways, on the docks, or anywhere where I get a chance."

      "Don't you get cold sleeping out-doors?" asked Ben.

      "Oh, I'm used to it," said Jerry. "When it's cold I go to the Lodging House."

      "What's that?"

      Jerry explained that there was a Newsboys' Lodging House, where a bed could be obtained for six cents a night.

      "That's cheap," said Ben.

      "'Taint so cheap as sleepin' out-doors," returned the boot-black.

      This was true; but Ben thought he would rather pay the six cents than sleep out, if it were only for the damage likely to come to his clothes, which were yet clean and neat. Looking at Jerry's suit, however, he saw that this consideration would be likely to have less weight with him. He began to understand that he had entered upon a very different life from the one he had hitherto led. He was not easily daunted, however.

      "If he can stand it, I can," he said to himself.

      CHAPTER III.

      STREET SCENES

      "Here's Broadway," said Jerry, suddenly.

      They emerged from the side street on which they had been walking, and, turning the corner, found themselves in the great thoroughfare, a block or two above Trinity Church.

      Ben surveyed the busy scenes that opened before him, with the eager interest of a country boy who saw them for the first time.

      "What church is that?" he asked, pointing to the tall spire of the imposing church that faces Wall Street.

      "That's Trinity Church."

      "Do you go to church there?"

      "I don't go anywhere else," said Jerry, equivocally. "What's the use of going to church?"

      "I thought everybody went to church," said Ben, speaking from his experience in a country village "that is, most everybody," he corrected himself, as several persons occurred to his mind who were more punctual in their attendance at the liquor saloon than the church.

      "If I'd got good clothes like you have I'd go once just to see what it's like; but I'd a good sight rather go to the old Bowery Theatre."

      "But you ought not to say that," said Ben, a little startled.

      "Why not?"

      "Because it's better to go to church than to the theatre."

      "Is it?" said Jerry. "Well, you can go if you want to. I'd give more for a stunnin' old play at the Bowery than fifty churches."

      Ben began to suspect that Jerry was rather loose in his ideas on the subject of religion, but did not think it best to say so, for fear of giving offence, though in all probability Jerry's sensitiveness would not have been at all disturbed by such a charge.

      During the last portion of the conversation they had been standing still at the street corner.

      "I'm goin' to Nassau Street," said Jerry. "If you want to go up Broadway, that's the way."

      Without waiting for an answer he darted across the street, threading his way among the numerous vehicles with a coolness and a success which amazed Ben, who momentarily expected to see him run over. He drew a long breath when he saw him safe on the other side, and bethought himself that he would not like to take a similar risk. He felt sorry to have Jerry leave him so abruptly. The boot-black had already imparted to him considerable information about New York, which he saw was likely to be of benefit to him. Besides, he felt that any society was better than solitude, and a sudden feeling of loneliness overpowered him, as he felt that among the crowd of persons that jostled him as he stood at the corner, there was not one who felt an interest in him, or even knew СКАЧАТЬ