Rupert's Ambition. Alger Horatio Jr.

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СКАЧАТЬ sum was not large, but Rupert was pleased to think that he would earn something.

      "Well," said his mother, when at five o'clock he entered the room. "Have you found a place?"

      "No, mother, places seem to be scarce. Still, I have earned something."

      She looked at him inquiringly.

      "It isn't much—only twenty-five cents. I received it for going on an errand."

      "It is better than nothing."

      "Yes, it will buy our supper."

      Two days more passed. They were equally barren of results. It was nearing the end of the week, and except the silver quarter Rupert had earned nothing.

      Things began to look serious. But little was left of his last week's wages, and the time was coming when they would be entirely destitute. Rupert, as he passed through the business district, reflected sadly that while thousands were at work there seemed to be no place and no work for him. He was going down Chambers Street toward the Elevated station when he saw in front of him a young man, perhaps thirty years of age, whose unsteady movements seemed to indicate that he was under the influence of liquor. He came near falling as Rupert neared him.

      "Can't I assist you?" asked Rupert, stepping to his side.

      The young man glanced at the boy who addressed him with a look of inquiry.

      "Yes," he said. "Take my arm."

      Rupert did so.

      "Where do you wish to go?" he asked.

      "I live in Harlem—at One-hundred-and-Seventeenth Street," replied the young man. "Have you a couple of hours to spare?"

      "Yes, sir."

      "Then see me home. I will make it worth your while."

      "I shall be glad to do so," said Rupert, cheerfully.

      "I suppose you understand what is the matter with me?"

      "I should think you had been drinking too much."

      "You are right. I have. Shameful, isn't it?"

      "Well, it isn't altogether creditable," said Rupert, not wishing to hurt the other's feelings.

      "I should say not. However, it isn't quite so bad as it seems. I haven't been drinking hard, only I am so constituted that I can drink but little without its affecting me."

      They had now reached the stairway leading up to the Elevated road.

      "Help me upstairs, boy. What is your name?"

      "Rupert."

      "Very well, Rupert."

      When they reached the landing the young man took his purse from his pocket.

      "Pay out of that," he said.

      Rupert selected a dime and bought two tickets. Then they passed the box where the tickets were to be deposited, and entered a train which had just arrived. They took seats in one corner, and the young man sat down with an air of relief.

      "I feel sleepy," he said. "If I should fall asleep, wake me up at One-hundred-and-Sixteenth Street Station."

      "Yes, sir."

      Rupert was able now to examine his companion a little more closely. He did not have a dissipated look, and Rupert judged that he was not in the habit of allowing himself to be overcome by liquor. Indeed, he had rather a refined look. It seemed to the boy a pity that he could not resist the temptation to drink.

      As they were approaching One-hundred-and-Sixteenth Street Rupert aroused his companion, who opened his eyes in a bewildered way.

      "Eh? What?" he asked.

      "This is where we are to get out, sir."

      "Oh, yes, I remember. Let me take your arm."

      With this help he got down stairs, and they turned to the left.

      "It is perhaps ten minutes' walk," said the young man. "You will see me all the way home?"

      "Yes, sir. Do you feel any better?"

      "I can walk a little more steadily. You are sure I am not putting you out?"

      "Oh, yes, sir. I have plenty of time on my hands, for I am out of work."

      "Indeed! And are you poor?"

      "Yes, sir."

      "Don't you live with your father?"

      "My father is dead. I am helping to support my mother and sister."

      "Why, that is too bad!" said the young man, in a tone of sympathy. "I am out of work, too, but then I am rich."

      "I am not troubled in that way," said Rupert, smiling.

      "I live with my mother. I am glad she is out of the city, so that she won't see me in my present condition."

      "Don't you think of working, sir? I shouldn't think you would know how to pass the time."

      "I only lately returned from Europe. I may go into business after awhile. To be sure I don't need to earn anything, but if I have some steady employment I shall be less likely to disgrace myself."

      "May I ask your name, sir?"

      "Certainly. My name is Frank Sylvester, I hope you are not a newspaper reporter."

      "Oh, no, sir," said Rupert, smiling again.

      "I should not like to have this little adventure of mine get into the papers. Do you see that house yonder?"

      "Yes."

      "It is the one where I live. If you have a little more time to spare won't you come in and stay a short time?"

      "Yes, sir, if you desire it."

      They reached the house and Sylvester rang the bell.

      The door was opened by a maid servant about forty years of age. She looked at Sylvester's companion curiously.

      "A young friend of mine, Rachel," said the young man. "Get ready a little supper for us, will you? Some tea, cold meat and toast."

      "All right, Mr. Frank."

      They went into a pleasant sitting-room, where Rupert was invited to sit down.

      "That was an old family servant," exclaimed Sylvester. "If you hadn't been with me she would have taken me to task, for she saw I had been drinking."

      CHAPTER III.

      IN A TIGHT PLACE

      Presently Rachel announced tea. Sylvester had bathed his face, and thus removed some of the indications of his conviviality.

      The house was handsomely furnished. The room in which the tea table was spread was particularly cozy and comfortable, and when he took his seat at the table, Rupert could not help СКАЧАТЬ