Rupert's Ambition. Alger Horatio Jr.
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Название: Rupert's Ambition

Автор: Alger Horatio Jr.

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СКАЧАТЬ lawyer, for he was one, opened the purse, and his eye lighted up, as he looked inside.

      "Did you say there was as much as five dollars in the purse?" he asked.

      "No, sir, there wasn't as much as that," answered the girl, positively.

      The lawyer nodded as if a suspicion were verified.

      "Then the purse isn't yours," he said.

      "There may have been more," said the girl, finding she had made a mistake. "Yes, I remember now there was, for my sister paid me back some money she was owing me."

      "That won't do," said the lawyer, quietly. "The purse isn't yours."

      "If it isn't hers," said the old lady sharply, "how did she happen to describe it so exactly?" and she looked round triumphantly.

      "I could have described it just as accurately," returned the lawyer.

      "You're smart!" said the severe-looking old lady, with a sneer.

      "Not at all. Soon after the boy got in the car he took out the purse, so that anyone could see it. The person who charges him with taking it from her saw it in his hands, and scrutinized it closely. I understand now the object she had in doing so."

      "It's a shame," said the girl, with a last desperate effort at imposition. "It's a shame that a poor girl should be robbed, and a gentleman like you," she added spitefully, "should try to protect the thief."

      "So I say," put in the old lady, frowning severely at Rupert. "I don't know who you are, young woman, but I advise you to call an officer and have the young scamp arrested."

      Rupert felt uneasy, for he knew that in an arrest like this he might not be able to clear himself.

      "Why don't you ask the boy how much money there is in the purse?" continued the old lady.

      "Well thought of. My boy, can you tell me what the purse contains?"

      Rupert colored. He saw at once that he was in a tight place. He wished now that he had examined the purse when he left the house in Harlem.

      "No," he answered. "I do not know."

      "Didn't I tell you?" cried the old lady, venomously.

      Even the lawyer looked surprised.

      "How is it that you can't tell, if the purse is yours?" he asked.

      "Because, sir, it was given me this evening by a gentleman in Harlem, and I have not yet had time to examine it."

      "Your story may be true," said the lawyer, "but it does not seem probable."

      "Oho!" the old lady said, "the boy owns up that he is a thief. If he didn't get it from this young woman he stole it from a man in Harlem."

      Rupert glanced from one to the other, and he realized that things looked dark for him.

      CHAPTER IV.

      A FALSE REPORT

      "What was the name of the gentleman in Harlem from whom you say you obtained the purse?" asked the lawyer.

      "Mr. Frank Sylvester," answered Rupert, promptly.

      The lawyer looked interested.

      "I know Mr. Sylvester," he said. "I live on the same street."

      "He gave me this basket of provisions also," added Rupert.

      "Why did he give you the purse?"

      "Because I met him down town feeling ill, and at his request went home with him."

      "The boy is all right," said the lawyer, looking satisfied. "Here is the purse. It is undoubtedly yours."

      "And where do I come in?" asked the young woman. "Is that boy going off with my money?"

      Just then they reached the next station, and among those who boarded the train was a policeman. The girl evidently recognized him, for she turned away to escape attention.

      Before the officer had a chance to speak to her the old lady broke in with:

      "Policeman, there's a poor girl been robbed of her purse by that boy, and that gentleman there is protecting him."

      The policeman laughed.

      "So, Kate, you have had your purse stolen, have you?" he asked.

      The girl looked embarrassed.

      "I may be mistaken," she admitted.

      "I am afraid you have been up to one of your tricks."

      "Do you know the girl?" asked the lawyer.

      "I have arrested her more than once for playing a confidence game. It is only three weeks since I had her up before the Jefferson Market Police Court."

      "Well, I declare!" exclaimed the old lady, astounded.

      The girl sprang from her seat when the next station was reached, and hastily left the car.

      "My boy," said the lawyer, "I must ask your pardon for doubting you even for a moment. This good lady, too, ought to apologize to you."

      The old lady sniffed contemptuously.

      "I never apologize to boys," she said.

      "Then, madam, take care you don't do them injustice," said the lawyer gravely.

      "I am old enough to manage my own affairs," cried the old lady, with asperity.

      "You are certainly old enough, but–"

      "Don't you speak to me again, sir."

      The lawyer smiled, and crossing the car sat down at Rupert's side.

      "My boy," he said, "you came near getting into a scrape because you did not know how much the purse contained. Suppose you count the money now."

      Rupert took out the purse and followed this friendly advice. To his gratification and surprise he found a ten-dollar gold piece and two dollars and a half in silver.

      His face expressed the joy he felt.

      "That is a godsend," he said. "Do you think Mr. Sylvester knew about the gold?"

      "I have no doubt of it. He is a very kind-hearted and generous man. You may keep the money without hesitation."

      The time soon came when Rupert was to leave the Elevated train. He hurried home with joyful heart, feeling that he was carrying good news. When he entered the little room he found his mother again in an attitude of despondency.

      "What is the matter, mother?" he asked.

      "I don't know what we shall do, Rupert," she said. "I went round to Mr. Jacob Grubb's clothing store this afternoon for more work, and he said business was so dull he would not have any more work for a month."

      "Then you can take a vacation, mother," said Rupert, lightly.

      "But how shall we live in СКАЧАТЬ