Rough and Ready. Alger Horatio Jr.

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      "Because father came home, and took them away," said the little girl.

      "What!" exclaimed Rough and Ready, quickly. "Took them away?"

      "Yes."

      "What did he do that for?" said the boy, angrily.

      "He said he shouldn't let you waste your money in buying nice clothes for me. He said that my old ones were good enough."

      "When did he take them away?" said the boy, his heart stirred with indignation.

      "Only a little while ago."

      "Do you know where he took them, Rosie?"

      "He said he was going to take them to Baxter Street to sell. He said he wasn't going to have me dressed out like a princess, while he hadn't a cent of money in his pocket."

      Poor Rufus! He had been more than a month saving up money to buy some decent clothes for his little sister. He had economized in every possible way to accomplish it, anticipating her delight when the new hat and dress should be given her. He cared more that she should appear well than himself, for in other eyes, besides her brother's, Rose was a charming little girl. She had the same clear complexion as her brother, an open brow, soft, silken hair hanging in natural curls, fresh, rosy cheeks in spite of the unhealthy tenement-house in which she lived, and a confiding look in her dark blue eyes, which proved very attractive.

      Only the day before, the newsboy had brought home the new clothes, and felt abundantly rewarded by the delight of his little sister, and the improvement in her appearance. He had never before seen her looking so well.

      But now—he could not think of it without indignation—his intemperate stepfather had taken away the clothes which he had worked so hard to buy, and, by this time, had probably sold them for one quarter of their value at one of the old-clothes shops in Baxter Street.

      "It's too bad, Rosie!" he said. "I'll go out, and see if I can't get them back."

      While he was speaking, an unsteady step was heard on the staircase.

      "He's coming!" said Rose, with a terrified look.

      A hard and resolute look came into the boy's face, as, turning towards the door, he awaited the entrance of his stepfather.

      CHAPTER III.

      A SUDDEN MOVE

      Presently the door was opened, and James Martin entered with an unsteady step. His breath was redolent with the fumes of alcohol, and his face wore the brutish, stupid look of one who was under the influence of intoxication. He was rather above the middle height, with a frame originally strong. His hair and beard had a reddish tinge. However he might have appeared if carefully dressed, he certainly presented an appearance far from prepossessing at the present moment.

      Rough and Ready surveyed his stepfather with a glance of contempt and disgust, which he did not attempt to conceal. Rose clung to his side with a terrified look.

      "What are you doing here?" demanded Martin, sinking heavily into a chair.

      "I'm taking care of my sister," said the newsboy, putting his arm protectingly round Rose's neck.

      "You'd better go to work. I can take care of her," said the stepfather.

      "Nice care you take of her!" retorted the newsboy, indignantly.

      "Don't you be impudent, you young rascal," said Martin, with an unsteady voice. "If you are, I'll give you a flogging."

      "Don't talk to him, Rufie," said little Rose, who had reason to fear her stepfather.

      "I must, Rosie," said the newsboy, in a low voice.

      "What are you muttering there?" demanded the drunkard, suspiciously.

      "Where are my sister's new clothes?" asked Rough and Ready.

      "I don't know about any new clothes. She aint got any as I know of."

      "She had some this morning,—some that I bought and paid for. What have you done with them?"

      "I've sold 'em," said Martin, doggedly, his assumed ignorance ceasing. "That's what I've done with 'em."

      "What did you sell them for?" demanded the newsboy, persistently.

      "What business has she got with new clothes, when we haven't got enough to eat, I'd like to know?"

      "If we haven't got enough to eat, it isn't my fault," said the boy, promptly. "I do my part towards supporting the family. As for you, you spend all your money for rum, and some of mine too."

      "What business is it of yours?" said the drunkard, defiantly.

      "I want you to bring back my sister's clothes. What have you done with them?"

      "You're an impudent young rascal."

      "That isn't answering my question."

      "Do you want me to give you a flogging?" asked Martin, looking angrily at our hero from his inflamed eyes.

      "Don't say any more to him, Rufus," said little Rose, timidly.

      "You ought to be ashamed of yourself, stealing a little girl's clothes, and selling them for rum," said the newsboy, scornfully.

      This was apparently too much for the temper of Martin, never very good. He rose from his chair, and made a movement towards the newsboy, with the purpose of inflicting punishment upon him for his bold speech. But he had drunk deeply in the morning, and since selling little Rose's clothes, had invested part of the proceeds in additional liquor, which now had its effect. He stood a moment wavering, then made a step forward, but the room seemed to reel about, and he fell forward in the stupor of intoxication. He did not attempt to rise, but lay where he fell, breathing heavily.

      "O Rufus!" cried Rose, clinging still more closely to her brother, whom she felt to be her only protector.

      "Don't be afraid, Rosie," said the newsboy. "He won't hurt you. He's too drunk for that."

      "But when he gets over it, he'll be so angry, he'll beat me."

      "I'd like to see him do it!" said the newsboy, his eye flashing.

      "I'm so afraid of him, Rufus. He wasn't quite so bad when mother was alive. It's awful to live with him."

      "You shan't live with him any longer, Rose."

      "What do you mean, Rufus?" said the little girl, with an inquiring glance.

      "I mean that I'm going to take you away," said the boy, firmly. "You shan't live any longer with such a brute."

      "Where can we go, Rufus?"

      "I don't know. Any place will be better than here."

      "But will he let me go?" asked Rose, with a timid look at the form stretched out at her feet.

      "I shan't ask him."

      "He will be angry."

      "Let him be. We've had enough of him. We'll go away and live by ourselves."

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