Cast Upon the Breakers. Alger Horatio Jr.

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СКАЧАТЬ was much moved. “My dear Ernest,” he said, putting his arm caressingly around the neck of the smaller boy, “you are a true friend. I won’t forget your generous offer, though I don’t need to accept it.”

      “But are you sure you have money enough?” asked Ernest.

      “Yes, I have enough for the present. By the time I need more I shall have earned it.”

      There was one boy, already introduced, John Bundy, who did not share in the general feeling of sympathy for Rodney. This was John Bundy.

      He felt that Rodney’s departure would leave him the star pupil and give him the chief social position in school. As to scholarship he was not ambitious to stand high in that.

      “I say, Ropes,” he said complacently, “I’m to have your room after you’re gone.”

      “I congratulate you,” returned Rodney. “It is an excellent room.”

      “Yes, I s’pose it’ll make you feel bad. Where are you going?”

      “I hope you will enjoy it as much as I have done.”

      “Oh yes, I guess there’s no doubt of that. I’m going to get pa to send me some nice pictures to hang on the wall. When you come back here on a visit you’ll see how nice it looks.”

      “I think it will be a good while before I come here on a visit.”

      “Yes. I s’pose it’ll make you feel bad. Where are you going?”

      “To the City of New York.”

      “You’ll have to live in a small hall bedroom there.”

      “Why will I?”

      “Because you are poor, and it costs a good deal of money to live in New York. It’ll be a great come down.”

      “It will indeed, but if I can earn enough to support me in plain style I won’t complain. I suppose you’ll call and see me when you come to New York?”

      “Perhaps so, if you don’t live in a tenement house. Pa objects to my going to tenement houses. There’s no knowing what disease there may be in them.”

      “It is well to be prudent,” said Rodney, smiling.

      It did not trouble him much to think he was not likely to receive a call from his quondan schoolmate.

      “Here is the balance of your money, Ropes,” said Dr. Sampson, drawing a small roll of bills from his pocket, later in the day. “I am quite willing to give you the odd thirty seven cents.”

      “Thank you, doctor, but I shan’t need it.”

      “You are poorly provided. Now I would pay you a good sum for some of your mother’s jewelry, as I told you last evening.”

      “Thank you,” said Rodney hastily, “but I don’t care to sell at present.”

      “Let me know when you are ready to dispose of the necklace.”

      Here the depot carriage appeared in the street outside and Rodney with his gripsack in one hand and the precious casket in the other, climbed to a seat beside the driver.

      His trunk he left behind, promising to send for it when he had found a new boarding place.

      There was a chorus of good byes. Rodney waved his handkerchief in general farewell, and the carriage started for the depot.

      “Be you goin’ for good?” asked Joel, the driver, who knew Rodney well and felt friendly to him.

      “Yes, Joel.”

      “It’s kind of sudden, isn’t it?”

      “Yes.”

      “What makes you go?”

      “Bad news, Joel.”

      “Be any of your folks dead?”

      “It is not death. I haven’t any ‘folks.’ I’m alone in the world. It’s because I’ve lost my property and am too poor to remain in school.”

      “That’s too bad,” said the driver in a tone of sympathy. “Where are you goin’?”

      “To the city.”

      “Are you goin’ to work?”

      “Yes, I shall have to.”

      “If you was a little older you might get a chance to drive a street car, but I s’pose you’re too young.”

      “Yes, I don’t think they would take me.”

      “I’ve thought sometimes I should like such a chance myself,” said Joel. “I’ve got tired of the country. I should like to live in the city where there’s theaters, and shows, and such like. Do you know what the drivers on street cars get?”

      “No, I never heard.”

      “I wish you’d find out and let me know. You can send the letter to Joel Phipps, Groveton. Then find out if it’s easy to get such a chance.”

      “I will. I shall be glad to oblige you.”

      “You always was obligin’, Rodney. I’ve asked Jack Bundy to do it—you know his folks live in the city—but he never would. He’s a mighty disagreeable boy. He never liked you.”

      “Didn’t he?”

      “No, I surmise he was jealous of you. He used to say you put on so many airs it made him sick.”

      “I don’t think any of the other boys would say that.”

      “No, but they could say it of him. Do you think his father is rich?”

      “I have always heard that he was.”

      “I hope he’s better about paying his debt than Jack. I lent him twenty five cents a year ago and I never could get it back.”

      The distance from the school to the station was a mile. Joel fetched the carriage round with a sweep and then jumped off, opened the door, and then helped the passengers to disembark, if that word is allowable.

      “How soon does the train start, Joel?” asked Rodney.

      “In about five minutes.”

      “Then I had better purchase my ticket without delay.”

      “Don’t forget to ask about horse car drivers!”

      “No, I won’t. I should like to have you come to New York. I know no one there, and I should feel glad to see a familiar face.”

      The train came up in time, and Rodney was one of half a dozen passengers who entered the cars.

      He obtained a place next to a stout man dressed in a pepper and salt suit.

      “Is this seat engaged?” asked Rodney.

      “Yes—to СКАЧАТЬ