 CHAPTER 15 THE NEW GOVERNORS Wish me luck, Dodger. So I do, Florence. Are you going to begin teaching this morning? Yes, and I hope to produce a favorable impression. It is very important to me to please Mrs. Layton and my future pupil. I'm sure you'll suit. How nice you look! Florence smiled and looked pleased. She had taken pains with her dress and personal appearance, and, being luckily well-provided with handsome dresses, had no difficulty in making herself presentable. As she stepped out of the shabby doorway upon the sidewalk, no one supposed her to be a tenant, but she was generally thought to be a visitor, perhaps the agent of some charitable association. Perhaps all will not judge me as favorably as you do, Dodger, said Florence, with a laugh. If you have the headache any day, Florence, I'll take your place. You would look rather young for a tutor, Dodger, and I am afraid you would not be dignified. Good morning, I shall be back to dinner. I'm glad to find you punctual, Miss Linden, said Mrs. Layton, as Florence was ushered into her presence. This is your pupil, my daughter Carrie. Florence smiled and extended her hand. I hope we will like each other, she said. The little girl eyed her with approval. This beautiful young lady was a pleasant surprise to her. For never having had a governess, she expected to meet a stiff elderly lady of stern aspect. She readily gave her hand to Florence, and looked relieved. Carrie, said Mrs. Layton, you may show Miss Linden the way to the school room. All right, Mama, and the little girl led the way upstairs to a back room on the third floor. So this is to be our school room, is it, Carrie, said Florence. It is a very pleasant room. Yes, but I should have preferred the front chamber. Mama thought that I might be looking into the street too much. Here there is only a backyard, and nothing to look at. Your Mama seems very judicious, said Florence, smiling. Are you fond of study? Well, I ain't exactly fond, but I will do my best. That is all that can be expected. Do you know, Miss Linden, you don't look at all like I expected. Am I to be glad or sorry for that? I thought you would be an old maid, stiff and starched, like Mae Robinson's governess. I am not married, Carrie, so perhaps you may regard me as an old maid. You'll never be an old maid, said Carrie confidently. You are too young and pretty. Thank you, Carrie, said Florence, with a little blush. You say that, I hope, because you are going to like me. I like you already, said the little girl, impulsively. I've got a cousin that will like you too." A young girl? No, of course not. He is a young man. His name is Piercy du Brabazone. It is a funny name, isn't it? You see, his father was a Frenchman. Florence was glad that she already knew from Piercy's own mouth of the relationship, as it saved her from showing a degree of surprise that might have betrayed her acquaintance with a young man. What makes you think your cousin would like me, Carrie? Because he always likes pretty girls. He is a masher. That's slang, Carrie. I'm sure your mama wouldn't approve your using such a word. Don't tell her. It just slipped out. But about Piercy, he wants very much to be married. Florence was not surprised to hear this, for she had the best reason for knowing it to be true. Is he a handsome young man, she asked demerly. He's funny-looking. He's awful-good-natured, but he isn't the sort of young man I would like, suited Carrie, with amusing positiveness. I hope you don't let your mind run on such things. You are quite too young. Oh, I don't think much about it. But Piercy is a dude. He spends a sight for clothes. He always looks as if he had just come out of a band box. Is he in any business? No, he has an independent fortune, so mama says. He was in Europe last year. I think, Carrie, we must give up talking and attend to business. I should have checked you before, but I thought a little conversation would help us to get acquainted. Now show me your books, and I will assign your lessons. Don't give me too long lessons, please, Miss Linden. I will take care not to task you beyond your strength. I don't want my pupil to grow sick on my hands. I hope you won't be too strict. When May Robinson makes two mistakes, her governess makes her learn her lessons over again. I will promise not to be too strict. Now let me see your books. The rest of the forenoon was devoted to study. Florence was not only an excellent scholar, but she had the art of imparting knowledge. And what is very important, she was able in a few luminous words to explain difficulties and make clear what seemed to her pupil obscure. So the time slipped quickly and pleasantly away, and it was noon before either she or her pupil realized it. It can't be twelve, said Carrie, surprised. Yes, it is. We must defer further study till tomorrow. Why, it is a great deal pleasanter than going to school, Miss Linden. I dreaded studying at home, but now I like it. I hope you will continue to, Carrie. I can say that the time has passed away pleasantly for me. As Florence prepared to resume her street dress, Carrie said, oh, I forgot. Mama asked me to invite you to stay to lunch with me. I take lunch as soon as school is out at twelve o'clock, so I won't detain you long. Thank you, Carrie. I will stay with pleasure. I am glad of that, for I don't like to sit down to the table alone. Mama is never here at this time. She goes out shopping or making calls, so poor I have to sit down to the table alone. It will be ever so much pleasure to have you with me. Florence was by no means sorry to accept the invitation. The meals she got at home were by no means luxurious, and the manner of serving them was by no means what she enjoyed. Mrs. O'Keeffe, though a good friend and a kindhearted woman, was not a model housekeeper, and Florence had been made fastidious by her early training. Lunch was, of course, a plain meal, but what was furnished was of the best quality, and the table service was such as might be expected in a luxurious home. Just as Florence was rising from the table, Mrs. Layton entered the room in street dress. I am glad you remained to lunch, Miss Linden, she said. You will be company for my little girl, who is very sociable. Carrie, I hope you were a good girl and gave Miss Linden no trouble. I ask Miss Linden, Mama, said Carrie, confidently. Indeed, she did very well, said Florence. I foresee that we shall get along admirably. I am glad to hear that she is apt to be indolent. I won't be with Miss Linden, Mama. She makes the study so interesting. After Florence left the house, Carrie pronounced a eulogium upon her, which led Mrs. Layton to congratulate herself upon having secured a governess who had produced so favorable an impression on her little girl. Was you cupped after school, Florence, asked Dodger, as she entered her humble home? I'm afraid you'll find your dinner cold. Never mind, Dodger, I am to take dinner, or lunch, rather, at the house where I am teaching. So hereafter, Mrs. O'Keefe need not wait for me. And how do you like your place? It is everything that is pleasant. You wished me good luck, Dodger, and your wish has been granted. I was lucky, too, Florence. I made a dollar and a quarter this morning. Not by selling papers, surely? Not all, a gentleman gave me fifty cents for taking his valus to the long-branch boat. It seems we are both getting rich, said Florence, smiling. Chapter 16 Dodger becomes ambitious. Ah, there, Dodger! Dodger, who had been busily and successfully selling evening papers in front of the Astor House, turned quickly as he heard his name called. His glance rested on two men, dressed in soiled white hats and shabby suits, who were apparently holding each other up, having both been imbibing. He at once recognized Hooker and Briggs, for he had waited upon them too many times in Tim Saloon not to recognize them. Well, he said cautiously, what do you want? Tim has sent us for you, answered the two, in unison. What does he want of me? He wants you to come home. He says he can't get along without you. He will have to get along without me, said the boy independently. Tell him I'm not going back. You're wrong, Dodger, said Hooker, shaking his head solemnly. Ain't to your father? No, he ain't. He says he is, continued Hooker, looking puzzled. But don't make it so. He ought to know, put in Briggs. Yes, he ought to know, chimed in Hooker. No doubt he does, but he can't make me believe he's any relation of mine. Just go and argue the point with him, said Hooker coaxingly. It wouldn't do no good. Maybe it would. Just go back with us, that's a good boy. What makes you so anxious about it? asked Dodger, suspiciously. Well, said Hooker, coughing, we're Tim's friends, don't you know? What's he going to give you if I go back with you? asked the boy shrewdly. A glass of whiskey, replied Hooker, and Briggs, in unison. Is that all? Maybe he'd make it too. I won't go back with you, said Dodger, after a moment's thought. But I don't want you to lose anything by me. Here's a dime a piece, and you can go and get a drink somewhere else. You're a Trump, Dodger, said Hooker, eagerly holding out his hand. I always liked you, Dodger, said Briggs, with a similar emotion. Now don't let Tim know you've seen me, said the news boy, warningly. We won't. And the interesting pair ambled off in the direction of the Bowery. So Tim sent them fellers after me, so little-quized, Dodger. I guess I'll have to change my office, or maybe Tim himself will be dropping down on me some morning. It'll be harder to get rid of him than of them chumps. So it happened that he used to take his morning papers to the piers on North River and to take his chance of selling them to passengers from Boston and other ports arriving by the fall river boats, and others from different points. The advantage of this was that he often got a chance to serve as guide to strangers visiting the city for the first time, or as a porter, to carry their valus or other luggage. Being a bright, wide-awake boy, with a pleasant face and manner, he found his services considerably in demand, and on counting up his money at the end of the week, he found, much to his encouragement, that he had received, on average, about a dollar and twenty-five cents per day. That's better than selling papers alone, thought he. Besides, Tim isn't likely to come across me here. I wonder I didn't think of setting up for myself before. In the evening he spent an hour, and sometimes more, pursuing his studies under the direction of Florence. At first his attention was given chiefly to improving his reading and spelling. Fort Dodger was far from fluent in the first, while his style of spelling many words was strikingly original. "'Ain't I stupid,' Florence, he asked one day, "'after spelling a word of three syllables, "'with such ingenious incorrectness, "'as to convulse his young teacher with merriment?' "'Not at all, Dodger, you are making excellent progress, "'but sometimes you are so droll "'that I can't help laughing.' "'I don't mind that if you think I am really getting on. "'Undoubtedly you are.' "'I make a great many mistakes,' said Dodger, dubiously. "'Yes, you do, but you must remember "'that you have taken lessons only a short time. "'Don't you think you can read a good deal "'more easily than you did?' "'Yes, I don't trip up half so often as I did. "'I'm afraid you'll get tired of teaching me.' "'No fear of that, Dodger. "'As long as I see that you are improving, "'I shall feel encouraged to go on.' "'I wish I knew as much as your other scholar. "'You will in time if you go on. "'You mustn't get discouraged.' "'I won't,' said Dodger stutley. "'If the little Gale like her can learn, "'I ought to be ashamed if I don't, a big boy of eighteen. "'It isn't the size of the boy that counts, Dodger. "'I know that, but I ain't going to give in "'and let a little Gale get ahead of me. "'Keep to that determination, Dodger, "'and you will succeed in time. "'Never fear.' "'On the whole Florence enjoyed both her pupils. "'She had the faculty of teaching, "'and she became very much interested in both. "'As for Dodger, she thought, rough diamond as he was, "'that she saw in him the making of a manly man, "'and she felt that it was a privilege to assist "'in the development of his intellectual nature. "'Again, he had picked up a good deal of slang "'from the nature of his associates, "'and she set to work to improve his language, "'and to teach him refinement. "'It was necessarily a slow process, "'but she began to find after a time "'that a gradual change was coming over him. "'I want you to grow up a gentleman, Dodger,' "'she said to him one day. "'I'm too rough for that, Florence. "'I'm only an ignorant street boy. "'You are not going to be an ignorant street boy all your life. "'I don't see why you should not grow up a polished gentleman.' "'I shall never be like that du brabazon young man,' said he. "'No, Dodger. I don't think you will,' said Florence, laughing. "'I don't want you to become effeminate, nor a dude. "'I think I would like you less than I do now.' "'Do you like me, Florence?' asked Dodger, brightening up. "'To be sure I do. I hope you don't doubt it. "'Why, it don't seem natural-like. "'You're a fashionable young lady. "'Not very fashionable, Dodger, just at present. "'Well, a high-toned young lady, one of the tip-tops, "'and I am a rough bowery boy.' "'You were once, but you are getting over that rapidly. "'Did you ever hear of Andy Johnson?' "'Who was he? "'He became President of the United States. "'Well, at the age of twenty-one, "'he could neither read nor write. "'At twenty-one,' repeated Dodger, "'why, I'm only eighteen, "'and I do know something of reading and writing. "'To be sure, well, Andy Johnson "'was taught to read and write by his wife. "'He kept on unproving himself till, "'in the course of time, "'he became a United States Senator, "'Vice President, and afterward, President. "'Now, I don't expect you to equal him, "'but I see no reason why you should not become "'a well-educated man if you are content to work "'and keep on working.' "'I will keep on, Florence,' said Dodger, earnestly. "'If I ever find my relations, "'I don't want them to be ashamed of me.' "'It was not the first time he had referred "'to his uncertain origin. "'Won't Tim Bulton tell you anything about your family? "'No, I've asked him more and once. "'He always says he's my father, "'and that makes me mad.' "'It is strange,' said Florence thoughtfully. "'I had a young cousin stolen many years ago. "'Was it the son of the old gentleman "'you lived with on Madison Avenue? "'Yes, it was the son of Uncle John. "'It quite broke him down. "'After my cousin's loss, "'he felt that he had nothing to live for. "'I wish I was your cousin, Florence,' said Dodger thoughtfully. "'Well, then, I will adopt you as my cousin, "'or brother, whichever you prefer. "'I would rather be your cousin. "'Then cousin, let it be. "'Now we are bound to each other by strong and near ties. "'Then cousin, let it be. "'Now we are bound to each other by strong and near ties. "'But when your uncle takes you back, "'you'll forget all about poor Dodger. "'No, I won't, Dodger. "'There's my hand on it. "'Whatever comes, we are friends forever. "'Then I'll try not to disgrace you, Florence. "'I'll learn as fast as I can, "'and see if I don't grow up to be a gentleman.'" End of chapters 15 and 16. Chapter 17 and 18 of Adrift in New York. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain, recording by Bridget Gage. Adrift in New York by Horatio Elger, Jr. Chapter 17. A Mysterious Adventure. Several weeks passed without changing in any way the position or employment of Dodger or Florence. They had settled down to the respective forms of labor, and were able not only to pay their modest expenses, but to save up something for a rainy day. Florence had but one source of regret. She enjoyed her work, and did not now lament the luxurious home which she had lost. But she did feel sore at heart that her uncle made no sign of regret for their separation. From him she received no message of forgiveness or reconciliation. "'He has forgotten me,' she said to herself bitterly. "'He has cast me utterly out of his heart. "'I do not care for his money, but I do not like to think that my kind uncle, for he was always kind till the last trouble, has steeled his heart against me forever.' But she learned through a chance meeting with Jane that this was not so. "'Mr. Linden is getting very nervous and low-spirited,' said the girl, and sits hour after hour in the library, looking into the fire. "'A foch in deep sighs every few minutes. "'Once I saw him with your photograph, the one you had taken last spring, in his hands, and he looked sad like when he laid it down. "'My dear uncle, then he does think of me sometimes. "'It's my belief he'd send for you if Curtis would let him.' "'Surely Curtis cannot exercise any restraint upon him.' "'He has frequent talks with the old gentleman. "'I don't know what he says, but it's sure to be something wicked. "'I expect he does all he can to set him against you. "'Oh, he's a cunning villain, he is, "'even if he is your cousin, Miss Florence.' "'And do you think my uncle is unhappy, Jane?' said Florence thoughtfully. "'That I do miss. "'He never was very bright or cheerful, you know. "'But he never was like this, "'and I do think he's getting more and more feeble. "'Do you think I ought to call upon him "'and risk his sending me away?' "'It might be worth trying, Miss Florence. "'The result of this conversation "'was that Florence did make up her mind "'the very next afternoon to seek her old home. "'She had just reached the front steps "'and was about to ascend when the door opened "'and Curtis appeared. "'He started at the sight of his cousin. "'Florence,' he said, "'tell me why you came here. "'I am anxious about my uncle,' she said. "'Tell me, Curtis, how he is.' "'You know he's never in vigorous health,' said Curtis evasively. "'But he is as well as usual. "'He is about the same as ever. "'One thing would do more for him than anything else. "'What's that? "'Your agreement to marry me.' "'And he fixed his eyes upon her eagerly. "'Florence shook her head. "'I should be glad to help my uncle,' she said, "'but I cannot agree to marry you. "'Why not?' he demanded roughly, "'because I do not love you and never shell. "'In other words, you refuse to do the only thing "'that will restore our uncle to health and happiness? "'It is too much to ask. "'Then fixing her eyes upon him keenly. "'Why should uncle insist upon this marriage? "'Is it not because you have influenced him in the matter?' "'No,' answered Curtis falsely. "'He has some secret reasons, "'which he will not disclose to me for desiring it.' "'Florence had learned to distrust the words "'of her wily cousin. "'May I not see him?' she asked. "'Perhaps he will tell me. "'No, I cannot permit it.' "'You cannot permit it? "'Are you then our uncle's guardian?' "'No, and yes, I do not seek to control him, "'but I wish to save him from serious agitation. "'Should he see you and find that you are still rebellious, "'the shock might kill him.' "'I have reason to doubt your words,' said Florence coldly. "'I think you are resolved to keep us apart.' "'Listen, and I will tell you a secret. "'Uncle John has heart disease, so the doctor assures me. "'Any unwanted agitation might kill him instantly. "'I am sure you would not like to expose him to such a risk.' "'He spoke with a parent's sincerity, "'but Florence did not feel certain that his words were truthful. "'Very well,' she said, "'then I will give up seeing him. "'It is best, unless you are ready to accede to his wishes, "'and mine.' "'She did not answer, but walked away slowly. "'It would never do to have them meet,' muttered Curtis. "'The old gentleman would ask her to come back on any terms, "'and then all my scheming would be upset. "'That was a happy invention of mine about heart disease,' he continued, with a low laugh. "'Though she only half believed it, "'she will not dare to run the risk of giving him a shock.' "'It was about this time that the quiet tenor of Dodger's life "'was interrupted by a startling event. "'He still continued to visit the piers, "'and one afternoon, about six o'clock, "'he stood on the pier awaiting the arrival "'of the dayboat from Albany, "'with a small supply of evening papers under his arm. "'He had sold all but half a dozen "'when the boat touched the pier. "'He stood watching the various passengers "'as they left the boat, "'and turned their steps in different directions, "'when someone touched him on the shoulder. "'Looking up, he saw standing at his side, "'a man of slender figure, with gray hair and whiskers. "'Boy,' he said, "'I am a stranger in the city. "'Can I ask your assistance?' "'Yes, sir, certainly,' answered Dodger briskly. "'Do you know where the nearest station "'of the elevated road is?' "'Yes, sir. "'I want to go uptown, "'but I know very little about the city. "'Will you accompany me as guide? "'I will pay you well.' "'All right, sir,' answered Dodger. "'It was just the job he was seeking. "'We will have to walk a few blocks, "'unless you want to take a carriage. "'It isn't necessary. "'I am strong in spite of my gray hair.' "'And indeed, he appeared to be. "'Dodger noticed that he walked "'with the elastic step of a young man, "'while his face certainly showed no trace of wrinkles. "'I live in the west,' said the stranger "'as they walked along. "'I have not been here for ten years. "'Then you have never ridden on the elevated road?' said Dodger. "'No,' answered the stranger, "'with curious hesitation. "'Yet when they reached the station, "'he went up the staircase "'and purchased his ticket with the air of a man "'who was thoroughly accustomed to doing it. "'I suppose you don't want me any longer,' said Dodger, "'preparing to resign the vellus he was carrying, "'and which, by the way, "'was remarkably light considering the size. "'Yes, I shall need you,' said the other hurriedly. "'There may be some distance to walk after we get uptown.' "'All right, sir.' "'Dodger was glad that further service was required, "'for this would, of course, increase the compensation "'which he would feel entitled to ask. "'They entered one of the cars and sat down side by side. "'The old gentleman drew a paper from his pocket "'and began to read, "'while Dodger, left to his own devices, "'said quiet and looked about him. "'He was rather surprised that the old gentleman, "'who, according to his own representation, "'was riding upon the elevated road for the first time, "'seemed to feel no curiosity on the subject, "'but conducted himself in all respects, "'like an experienced traveler.' "'He's a queer customer,' thought Dodger. "'However, it's all one to me, "'as long as he pays me well for the job. "'They got out at 125th Street "'and struck down toward the river, "'Dodger carrying the vellus. "'I wonder where we're going,' he asked himself. "'At length, they reached a wooden house "'of three stories, standing by itself, "'and here the stranger stopped. "'He rang the bell, and the door was opened "'by a hump-backed negro who looked curiously at Dodger. "'Is the room ready, Julius?' asked the old man. "'Yes, sir. "'Boy, take the vellus upstairs, and I will follow you.' "'Up two flights of stairs walked Dodger, "'followed by the old man and the negro. "'The latter opened the door of a back room, "'and Dodger, obedient to directions, "'took the vellus inside and deposited it on a chair. "'He had hardly done so when the door closed behind him, "'and he heard the slipping of a bolt. "'What does all this mean?' "'Dodger asked himself in amazement. "'Chapter 18. "'In a trap.' "'Hold on there, open that door,' he exclaimed aloud. "'There was no answer. "'I say, let me out,' continued our hero, "'beginning to kick at the panels. "'This time there was an answer. "'Stop that kicking, boy. "'I will come back in fifteen minutes and explain it all.' "'Well,' thought Dodger, "'this is about the strangest thing that ever happened to me. "'However, I can wait fifteen minutes.' "'He sat down in a cane chair. "'There were two in the room, and looked about him. "'He was in an ordinary bedroom, "'furnished in the usual manner. "'There was nothing at all singular in its appearance. "'On a bookshelf were a few books, "'and some old numbers of magazines. "'There was one window looking into a backyard, "'but as the room was small, "'it was sufficient to light the apartment.' "'Dodger looked about in a cursory manner, "'not feeling any particular interest in his surroundings, "'for he had but fifteen minutes to wait. "'But he thought it rather queer "'that it should be thought necessary to lock him in. "'He waited impatiently for the time to pass. "'Seventeen minutes had passed when he heard the bolt drawn. "'Fixing his eyes eagerly on the door, "'he saw it open, and two persons entered. "'One was the humpbacked negro, "'carrying on a waiter a plate of buttered bread "'and a cup of tea. "'The other person was, not the old man, "'but to Dodger's great amazement, a person well remembered, "'though he had seen him only once, Curtis Warring. "'Set down the waiter on the table, Julius,' said Warring. "'Dodger looked on in stupification. "'He was getting more and more bewildered. "'Now you can go,' said Curtis, in a tone of authority. "'The negro bowed, "'and after he had disposed of the waiter withdrew. "'Do you know me, boy?' asked Curtis, "'turning now and addressing Dodger. "'Yes, you are Mr. Warring. "'You remember where you last saw me?' "'Yes, sir, at your uncle's house on Madison Avenue. "'Quite right. "'How did you come here? "'Where is the old man whose valice "'I brought from the Albany boat?' "'Curtis smiled, and drew from his pocket "'a gray wig and whiskers. "'You understand now, don't you?' "'Yes, sir, I understand that I have been "'got here by a trick.' "'Yes,' answered Curtis coolly, "'I have deemed it wise to use a little stratagem. "'But you must be hungry. "'Sit down and eat your supper while I am talking to you.' "'Dodger was hungry, for it was past his usual supper time, "'and he saw no reason why he should not "'accept the invitation. "'Accordingly, he drew his chair up to the table "'and began to eat. "'Curtis seated himself on the other chair. "'I have a few questions to ask you, "'and that is why I arranged this interview. "'We are quite by ourselves,' he added significantly. "'Very well, sir, go ahead. "'Where is my cousin Florence? "'I am right, I take it, and assuming that you know where she is.' "'Yes, sir, I know,' answered Dodger slowly. "'Very well, tell me. "'I don't think she wants you to know.' Curtis frowned. "'It is necessary, I should know,' he said emphatically. "'I will ask her if I may tell you. "'I can't wait for that. "'You must tell me at once.' "'I can't do that. "'You are mistaken, you can do it.' "'Then I won't,' said Dodger, "'looking his companion fall in the face. "'Curtis Warring darted a wicked look at him "'and seemed ready to attack the boy "'who is audacious enough to thwart him. "'But he restrained himself and said, "'Let that pass for the present. "'I have another question to ask. "'Where is the document you took from my uncle's desk "'on the night of the burglary?' "'And he emphasized the last word. "'Dodger looked surprised. "'I took no paper,' he said. "'Do you deny that you opened the desk?' asked Curtis. "'No. "'When I came to examine the contents "'in the presence of my uncle, "'it was found that a document, his will, had disappeared, "'and with it a considerable sum of money. "'And he looked sharply at Dodger. "'I don't know anything about it, sir. "'I took nothing.' "'You can hardly make me believe that. "'Why did you open the desk "'if you did not propose to take anything?' "'I did intend to take something. "'I was under orders to do so, "'for I wouldn't have done it of my own free will. "'But the moment I got the desk open, I heard a cry, "'and looking around, I saw Miss Florence looking at me. "'And then I was startled and ran to her side. "'And then you went back and completed the robbery?' "'No, I didn't. "'She talked to me so that I felt ashamed of it. "'I never still before, "'and I wouldn't have tried to do it then, if— "'if someone hadn't told me to. "'I know whom you mean, Tim Bolton. "'Yes, Tim Bolton, since you know. "'What did he tell you to take? "'The will and the money.' "'Exactly. "'Now we are coming to it. "'You took them and gave them to him. "'No, I didn't. "'I haven't seen him since that night.' Curtis Warring regarded the boy thoughtfully. His story was straightforward, and agreed with the story told by Tim himself. But on the other hand, he denied taking the missing articles, and yet they had disappeared. Curtis decided that both he and Tim had lied, and that this story had been concocted between them. Probably Bolton had the will and the money, the latter he did not care for, and this thought made him uneasy, for he knew that Tim Bolton was an unscrupulous man and quite capable of injuring him, if he saw the way clear to do so. "'My young friend,' he said, "'your story is not even plausible. "'The articles are missing, "'and there is no one but yourself and Florence, "'who are in a position to take them. "'Do you wish me to think that my cousin Florence "'robed the desk?' "'No, sir, I don't. "'Florence wouldn't do such a thing,' said Dadger, warmly. "'Florence, is that the way you speak of a young lady?' "'She tells me to call her Florence. "'I used to call her Miss Florence, "'but she didn't care for it. "'It seems you two have become very intimate,' said Curtis, with a sneer. "'Florence is a good friend to me. "'I never had so good a friend before.' "'All that is very affecting. "'However, it isn't to the point. "'Do you know,' he continued, in a sterner voice, "'that I could have you arrested "'for entering and breaking open my uncle's desk "'with burglarist intent? "'I suppose you could,' said Dadger, "'but Florence would testify that I took nothing. "'Am I to understand, then, "'that you refuse to give me any information "'as to the will and the money? "'No, sir, I don't refuse. "'I would tell you if I knew.' Curtis regarded the boy in some perplexity. He had every appearance of telling the truth. Dadger had one of those honest, truthful countenances which lend confirmation to any words spoken. If the boy told the truth, what could have become of the will and the money? As to the former, it might be possible that his uncle had destroyed it, but the disappearance of the money presented an independent difficulty. "'The will is all I care for,' he said at length. "'The thief is welcome to the money, "'though there was a considerable sum. "'I would find the will for you if I could,' said Dadger earnestly. "'You are positive you didn't give it to Bolton? "'Positive, sir. "'I haven't seen Tim since that night.' "'You may be speaking the truth, or you may not. "'I will talk with you again tomorrow, "'and Curtis arose from his chair. "'You don't mean to keep me here,' said Dadger, "'in alarm. "'I shall be obliged to do so. "'I won't stay,' exclaimed Dadger in excitement, "'and he ran to the door, meaning to get out. "'But Curtis drew a pistol from his pocket, "'and aimed it at the boy. "'Understand me, boy,' he said. "'I am in earnest, and I am not to be trifled with.' "'Dodger drew back, and Curtis opened the door, "'and went out, bolting it after him.' End of CHAPTERS 17 AND 18 CHAPTERS 19 AND 20 OF A DRIFT IN NEW YORK This LibriVox recording is in the public domain, recording by Bridget Gage, a drift in New York by her ratio elder junior, CHAPTER 19, an attempt to escape. While Dodger had no discomfort to complain of, it occurred to him that Florence would be alarmed by his long absence, for now it seemed certain that he would have to remain overnight. If only he could escape, he would take care not to fall into such a trap again. He went to the window and looked out, but the distance to the ground was so great, for the room was on the third floor that he did not dare to imperil his life by attempting a descent. If there had been a rope at hand, he would not have felt afraid to make the attempt. He examined the bed to see if it rested upon cords, but there were slats instead. As has already been said, there were no houses nearby. That part of the city had not been much settled, and it was as solitary as it is in the outskirts of a country village. If he could only reveal his position to some person outside, so as to ensure interference, he might yet obtain his freedom. With this thought, he tore a blank leaf from one of the books in the room, and hastily penciled the following lines. I am kept a prisoner in this house. I was induced to come here by a trick. Please get someone to join you and come and demand my release. Some weeks before, Dodger could not have written so creditable a note, but he had greatly improved since he had been under the influence and instruction of Florence. Dodger now posted himself at the window and waited anxiously for someone to pass so that he might attract his attention and throw down the paper. He had to wait for 15 minutes. Then he saw approaching a young man, not far from twenty-one, who looked like a young mechanic, returning from his daily work. Now was Dodger's opportunity. He put his head out of the window and called out, hello there. The young man looked and saw him at the window. What do you want? he asked. Catch this paper and read what is on there. He threw down the leaf, which after fluttering in the gentle evening breeze, found its way to the ground and was picked up. After reading it, the young man looked up and said, I'll go around to the door and inquire. He was as good as his word. He went to the outer door and rang the bell. Julius came to the door. What's wanted, boss? he said. You've got a boy locked up in a room. Who told you, boss? He threw down a paper to me, telling me he was kept a prisoner. What did he say? asked Julius. The young man read the note aloud. What have you to say to that, you black imp? He demanded sternly. The ready wit of Julius served him in this emergency. That boy is crazy as a loon, boss, he answered readily. We have to keep him shut up for fear he'll kill some of us. You don't say, ejaculated the young mechanic. He don't look like it. No, he don't. That's a fact, boss. Fact is, that boy is the artfulist loony take you ever seed. He tried to kill his mother last week. Is that true? That so, boss, and all the while he looks as innocent as a baby. If I was to let him out, he'd kill somebody, sure. I never would have believed it, said the young man. If you want to take the risk, boss, you might go up and see him. I believe he's got a carbon knife about him, but I don't dare to go up and get it away. It would be as much as this niggas life is worth. No, answered the young man hastily. I don't want to see him. I never did like crazy folks. I'm sorry I gave you the trouble to come to the door. Oh, no trouble, boss. I guess I've fixed that boy, chuckled Julius. Ho, ho, he can't get ahead of old Julius. Crazy as a loon, hoo, hoo. Dodger waited anxiously for the young man to get through his interview. He hoped that he would force his way up to the third floor, draw the bolt, and release him from his imprisonment. He kept watch at the window, and when the young man reappeared, he looked at him eagerly. Did you ask them to let me out? He shouted. The other looked up at him with an odd expression of suspicion and repulsion. You're better off where you are, he said, rather impatiently. But they have locked me up here, and reason enough too. What makes you say that? Because you're as crazy as a loon. Did the black man say that? Inquired Dodger indignantly. Yes, he did, said you tried to kill your mother and had a carving knife hidden in the room. It's a lie, an outrageous lie, exclaimed Dodger, his eyes flashing. Don't go into one of your tantrums, said the man, rather alarmed. It won't do any good. But I want you to understand that I'm no more crazy than you are. So, I know better. Where's your carving knife? I haven't got any. I never had any. That negro has been telling you lies. Just go to the door again and insist on seeing me. I wouldn't guess to. You'd stab me, said the man, fearfully. Listen to me, said Dodger, getting out of patience. I'm not crazy. I'm a newsboy and baggage-smasher. An old man got me to bring his valet here and then locked me up. Won't you go around to the station house and send a policeman here? I'll see about it, said the young man, who did not believe a word that Dodger had said to him. He won't do it, said Dodger to himself, in a tone of discouragement. That miserable nigger has made him believe I am a lunatic. I'll have him up, anyway. Fourth with, he began to pound and kick so forcibly that Julius came upstairs on a run, half inclined to believe that Dodger had really become insane. What do you want, boy? He inquired from outside the door. I want you to unbolt the door and let me out. I couldn't do it know how, said Julius. It would be as much as my place is worth. I will give you a dollar, five dollars, if you will only let me out. The man who brought me here is a bad man, who is trying to cheat his cousin, a young lady, out of a fortune. Don't know nothing about that, said Julius. He has no right to keep me here. Don't know nothing about that, either. I'm actin' according to orders. Look here, said Dodger, be thinkin' himself of what had just happened. Did you tell that young man who called here just now that I was crazy? Julius burst into a loud guffaw. I expect I did, he laughed, said you got a long carbon knife hidden dirum. What made you lie so, demanded Dodger, sternly. Couldn't get rid of him no other way. Oh, how scared he looked when I told him you tried to kill your mother. And the negro burst into another hearty laugh which exasperated Dodger exceedingly. How long is Mr. Warren going to keep me here? Did he tell you? Dodger asked after a pause. No, he didn't say. When is he coming here again? Said he'd come to-morrow, most likely. Will you bring me a light? Couldn't do it, you'd set the house on fire. It seemed useless to prolong the conversation. Dodger threw himself on the bed at an early hour, but he did not undress, thinking there might possibly be a chance to escape during the night. But the morning came and found him still a prisoner, but not in the solitary dwelling. CHAPTER XX A MIDNIGHT RIDE Curtis Warren had entrapped Dodger for a double purpose. It was not merely that he thought it possible the boy had the will or knew where it was. He had begun to think of the boy's presence in New York as dangerous to his plans. John Linden might at any time learn that the son, for whose appearance he had grieved so bitterly, was still living in the person of this street boy. Then there would be an end of his hopes by inheriting the estate. Only a few months more and the danger would be over, for he felt convinced that his uncle's tenure of life would be brief. The one essential thing, then, seemed to be to get Dodger out of the city. The first step had already been taken, with the next was will soon appear. Scarcely had Dodger failed in his attempt to obtain outside assistance, when an unaccountable drowsiness overcame him, considerably to his surprise. I don't know what's to come to me, he said to himself. It can't be more than seven or eight o'clock, and yet I feel so sleepy I can hardly keep my eyes open. I haven't worked any harder than usual today, and I can't understand it. Dodger had reason to be surprised, for he didn't usually retire till eleven o'clock. In a city like New York, where many of the streets are tolerably well-filled, even at midnight, people get in the way of sitting up much later than in the country, and Dodger was no exception to this rule. Yet here he was ready to drop off to sleep before eight o'clock. To him it was a mystery, for he did not know that the cup of tea which he had drunk at supper had been drugged by direction of Curtis Warring, with an ulterior purpose, which will soon appear. I may as well lie down, as there is nothing else to do, thought Dodger. There isn't much fun sitting in the dark, if I can sleep so much the better. Five minutes had scarcely passed after his head struck the pillow, when our hero was fast to sleep. At eleven o'clock a hack stopped in front of the house, and Curtis Warring descended from it. "'Stay here,' he said to the driver, "'there will be another passenger. If you are detained, I will make it right when I come to pay you.' "'All right, sir,' said the hackman, "'I don't care how long it is, if I am paid for my time.' Curtis opened the door with a pass key, and found Julius dosing in the chair in the hall. "'Wake up, you sleepyhead,' he said, "'Has anything happened since I left here?' "'Yes, sir.' The boy tried to get away. "'Did he? I don't see how he could do that. You kept the door bolted, didn't you?' "'Yes, sir.' But he threw out a piece of paper out in the window, saying he was kept a prisoner here. A young man picked it up and came to the house to ask about it.' Curtis looked alarmed. "'What did you say?' he inquired, apprehensively. Because him, de boy, was as crazy as a loon, did he tried to kill his mother last week, and had a carbon-knife hid in his room. "'Good, Julius, I didn't give you credit for such a fertile imagination.' "'What's that, Massa?' asked Julius, looking puzzled. "'I didn't know you were such a skillful liar.' "'Yah, yah,' left Julius, quite comprehending this compliment. I reckon I can twisty-truth pretty well, Massa Curtis.' "'You have done well, Julius,' said Curtis approvingly. "'Here's a dollar.' The Negro was quite effusive in his gratitude. "'What did the young man say?' He looked scared. I told him he could go up and see de boy if he wasn't a feared of the carbon-knife. But he said he guessed he wouldn't. He didn't like crazy folks.' Curtis laughed heartily. "'So what all ended as it should? Did the boy make any more trouble?' "'Yes, he pounded and kicked, till I had to go up and see what was the matter. I didn't give him no satisfaction, and I guess he went to bed.' He ought to be in a deep sleep by this time. "'I will go up and see. Go up with me, Julius, for I may have to ask you to help me bring him down.' Though Julius was naturally a coward, he felt quite brave when he had company, and he at once went upstairs with Curtis warring. Curtis drew the bolt, and entering the chamber, his glance fell upon Dodger, fast asleep on the bed. "'I am glad the boy did not undress,' he said. "'It will save me a great deal of trouble. Now, Julius, you can take his feet, and I will lift his head. And we will take him downstairs. Those knee-wakes up, Massa Curtis. He won't wake up. I took care of the sleeping potion, should be strong enough to produce profound slumber for eighteen hours. "'Seems as if he was dead,' said Julius nervously. "'Tush, you fool, he's no more dead than you were I.' The hackman looked curious when the two men appeared, with their sleeping burden, and Curtis felt that some explanation was required. "'The boy has a very painful disease,' he said, and the doctor gave him a sleeping-drop. He is going abroad for his health, and under the circumstances, I think it best not to wake him up. Drive slowly and carefully to peer-number, blank, as I don't want the boy aroused if it can be helped. "'All right, sir. Julius, you may lock the door and come with me. I shall need your help to get him on board the ship.' "'All right, Massa Curtis.' "'And, mind you, don't go to sleep in the carriage, you black rascal,' added Curtis, as he saw that the need-row found it hard to keep his eyes open. "'All right, Massa, I'll keep awake. No am I to get home. I will instruct the hackman to take you home. Ya, ya, I'll be riding like a gentleman.' The journey was successfully accomplished, but it took an hour, for according to directions the hackman did not force his pace, but drove slowly till he reached the north river pier indicated. At the pier was a large staunch vessel, the Columbia, bound for San Francisco, around Cape Horn. All was dark, but the second officer was pacing the deck. This warring hailed him. What time do you get off? Early to-morrow morning. So the captain told me, I have brought you a passenger. The captain told me about him. "'Is his stateroom ready?' "'Yes, sir, you are rather late.' "'True, and the boy is asleep, as you will see. He is going to make the voyage for his health, and, as he has been suffering some pain, I thought I would not wake him up. Who will direct me to his stateroom?' The mate summoned the steward, and Dodger, still unconscious, was brought on board, and quietly transferred to the bunk that had been prepared for him. It was a critical moment for poor Dodger, but he was quite unconscious of it. "'What is the boy's name?' asked the mate. "'Arthur Grant, the captain has it on his list. Is he on board?' "'Yes, but he is asleep.' "'I do not need to see him. I have transacted all necessary business with him, and paid the passage money.' "'Julius, bring the valice.' "'Julius did so. This contains the boy's clothing. Get to the stateroom, Julius.' "'All right, Massa Curtis.' "'What is your usual time between New York and San Francisco?' asked Curtis, addressing the mate. "'From four to six months. Four months is very short. Six months very long. We ought to get there in five months, or perhaps a little sooner, with average weather. "'Very well. I believe there is no more to be said. Good night.' "'Good night, sir.' "'So he is well out of the way for five months,' so little acquiesced Curtis, and five months much may happen. Before that time I hoped to be in possession of my uncle's property. Then I can snap my fingers at fate.' CHAPTER XXI The good ship Columbia had got fifty miles under way before Dodger opened his eyes. He looked about him languidly at first, but this feeling was succeeded by the wildest amazement, as his eyes took in his unusual surroundings. He had gone to sleep on a bed. He found himself unawakening in a ship's bunk. He half arose in his berth, but the motion of the vessel and a slight feeling of dizziness compelled him to resume a recumbent position. "'I must be dreaming,' thought Dodger, "'it's very queer. I am dreaming. I am at sea. I suppose that explains it.' He listened and heard the swish of the waters as they be against the sides of the vessel. He noted the pitching of the ship, and there was an unsteady feeling in his head, such as those who have gone to sea will readily recall. Dodger became more and more bewildered. "'If it's a dream, it's the most real dream I ever had,' he said to himself. This seems like a ship's captain,' he continued, looking about him. "'I think if I got up I should be seasick. I wonder if people ever get seasick in dreams.' There was another pitch, and Dodger instinctively clung to the edge of his berth, to save himself from being thrown out. "'Let me see,' he said, trying to collect his scattered recollection. I went to sleep in a house uptown, a house to which Curtis Warring lured me, and then made me a prisoner. That house was somewhere near 125th Street. Now it seems as if I was on board a ship. How could I get here? I wish somebody would come in that I could ask.' As no one came in, Dodger got out of the berth and tried to stand on the cabin floor. But before he knew it he was staggering like one intoxicated, and his head began to feel bad. Partly no doubt, on account of the sleeping potion which he had unconsciously taken. At this moment the steward entered the cabin. "'Hello, young man, have you got up?' he asked. "'Where am I?' asked Dodger, looking at him with a dazed expression. "'Where are you? You're on the good ship Columbia, to be sure. Are we out to sea?' "'Of course you are. How far from land?' "'Well, about fifty miles more or less, I should judge.' "'How long have I been here?' "'It seems to me you have a poor memory. You came on board last evening.' "'I suppose Curtis Warring brought me,' said Dodger, beginning to get his bearings. "'There was a gentleman came with you, so the mate told me. I don't know his name. Where is the ship bound?' "'To San Francisco, around Cape Horn. I suppose do you knew that?' "'I never heard of the ship Columbia before, and I never had any idea of making a sea voyage. Just a word looks surprised. I suppose your guardian arranged about that. Didn't he tell you?' "'I have no guardian. Well, you'll have to ask Captain Barnes about that. I know nothing, except that you are a passenger, and that your fare has been paid.' "'My fare paid to San Francisco?' asked Dodger, more and more at sea, both mentally and physically. "'Yes, we don't take any deadheads on the Columbia. Can you tell me what time it is?' "'About twelve o'clock. Do you feel hungry?' "'Not very,' returned Dodger, as a gas-slit expression came over his face, and he tumbled back into his berth, looking very pale. The steward smiled. "'I see how it is,' he said. "'You are getting initiated.' "'What's that?' muttered Dodger, feebly. "'You're going to be seasick. You'll hardly be able to appear at the dinner-table.' "'It makes me sick to think of eating,' said Dodger, feebly. As he sank back into his berth, all thoughts of his unexpected position gave way to an overpowering feeling of seasickness. He had never been tried in this way before, and he found the sensation far from agreeable. "'If only the vessel would stop pitching,' he groaned. "'Oh, how happy I should be if I were on dry land.' But the vessel wouldn't stop, even for a minute. The motion, on the other hand, seemed to increase, as was natural, for they were getting farther and farther from land, and were exposed to the more violent winds that swept the open ocean. Here is something about seasickness that spallows up and draws away all minor cares and anxieties. And Dodger was too much affected to consider how or why it was that he so unexpectedly found himself a passenger to California. "'Life flat on your back,' said the steward. "'You will feel better if you do.' "'How long is it going to last?' groaned Dodger, feeling quite miserable. "'Oh, you'll feel better to-morrow. I'll bring you some porridge, presently. You can get that down, and it is better to have something on your stomach.' He was right. The next day Dodger felt considerably better, and ventured to go up on deck. He looked about him in surprise. There had been a storm, and the waves were white with foam. As far as the eye could see, there was a tumult in an uproar. The ship was tossed about like a cockle-shell, but the sailors went about their work unruffled. It was no new sight for them. Though his head did not feel exactly right, the strong wind entered Dodger's lungs, and he felt exhilarated. His eyes brightened, and he began to share in the excitement of the scene. Pacing the deck was a stout, bronze seamen, whose dress made it clear, even to the inexperienced eyes of Dodger, that he was the captain. "'Good morning, Master Grant,' he said pleasantly. "'Are you getting your sea-legs on?' The name was unfamiliar to Dodger, but he could see that the remark was addressed to him. "'Yes, sir,' he answered. "'I've ever been to sea before?' "'No, sir. You'll get used to it. Bless me. You'll stand at like an old sailor before we get to Frisco.' "'Is it a long voyage, Captain?' asked Dodger. "'Five months, probably. We may get there a little sooner. It depends on the winds and weather.' "'Five months,' said Dodger to himself, in a tone of dismay. The captain laughed. "'It'll be a grand experience for a lad like you, Arthur,' said the captain, encouragingly. "'Arthur,' so his name was Arthur. He had just been called Master Grant, so Arthur Grant was his name on board ship. Dodger was rather glad to have a name provided, for he had only been known as Dodger here to fore, and this name would excite surprise. He had recently felt the need of a name, and didn't see why this wouldn't answer his purpose as well as any other. I must write it down so as not to forget it,' he resolved. It would seem queer if I forgot my own name. "'I shouldn't enjoy it much if I were going to be sea-sick all the time,' he answered. "'Oh, a strong healthy boy like you will soon be all right. You don't look like an invalid.' "'I never was sick in my life. But your guardian told me he was sending you on a sea voyage for your health. Did Mr. Warring say that?' "'Yes. Didn't you know the object of your sea-trip?' asked Captain Barnes, in surprise. "'No. There may be some tendency to disease in your system. Some hereditary tendency,' said the captain, after a pause. "'Were your parents healthy?' "'They died young,' answered Dodger, hesitatingly. "'That accounts for your guardian's anxiety. However, you look strong enough in all conscience, and if you're not healthy, you will be before the voyage ends.' "'I don't know what I am to do for clothes,' said Dodger, as a new source of perplexity presented itself. I can't get along with one shirt in color for five months. "'You will find plenty of clothes in your valus. Hasn't it been given you?' "'No, sir.' "'You may ask the steward for it. You didn't think your guardian would send you on a five-month voyage without a change of clothing, did you?' And the captain left heartily. "'I don't know, Mr. Warring, very well,' said Dodger, awkwardly. As he went downstairs to inquire about his valus, this question haunted him. Why did Curtis Warring send him on a sea voyage?' CHAPTER XXII. THE OTHER PASSENGER. Dodger sought the steward, and asked for his valus. "'Isn't it in your stateroom?' asked that functionary. I haven't seen it. I remember now. It was put with the luggage of the other passenger. I will show it to you.' He took Dodger to a part of the ship where freight was stored, and pointed to a sizeable valus with a card attached to it, on which was inscribed the name Arthur Grant. "'This must be yours,' he said. "'Yes, I suppose so,' answered Dodger. Glad to have found out the new name which had been given him, otherwise he would have supposed the valus belong to some other person.' He took the valus to his stateroom, and finding a key tied to the handles he opened it at once. It proved to contain a very fair supply of under-clothing, socks, handkerchiefs, etc., with a toothbrush, a hairbrush, and comb, and a sponge. Never in his life had Dodger been so well supplied with clothing before. There were four white shirts, two tennis shirts, half a dozen handkerchiefs, and the same number of socks, with three changes of under-clothing. "'I begin to feel like a gentleman,' said Dodger to himself complacently. That was not all. At the bottom of the valus was an envelope, sealed, on which was inscribed the name Dodger. "'That is for me at any rate,' thought our hero. I suppose it is from Curtis Warring.' He opened the envelope and found enclosed twenty-five dollars in bills, with a few lines written on a half sheet of paper. These Dodger read, with interest and curiosity. They were as follows. "'Dodger, the money enclosed is for you. When you reach California you will find it of use. I have sent you out there, because you will find in a new country a better chance to rise than in the city of New York. I advise you to stay there and grow up with the country. In New York you were under the influence of a bad man, from whom it is best that you should be permanently separated. I know something of the early history of Tim Bolton. He was detected in a crime, and fled to escape the consequences. You are not his son, but his nephew. Your mother was his sister, but quite superior to himself. Your right name is Arthur Grant, and it will be well for you to assume it hereafter. I have entered you in the list of passengers under that name. I thought you had taken the will from my uncle's desk, but I am inclined to think you had nothing to do with it. If you know where it is, or whether Bolton has it, I expect you to notify me in return for the money I have expended in your behalf. In that case you can write to me—Number, Blank, Madison Avenue, Curtis Warring." Dodger read the letter over twice, and it puzzled him. "'He seems from the letter to take an interest in me,' he soliloquized. At any rate, he has given me money and clothes, and paid my passage to California. What for, I wonder? I don't believe it is to get me away from the bad influence of Tim. There must be some other reason. There was another part of the letter which Dodger did not agree.' Curtis asserted positively that he was the nephew of Tim Bolton, while he was positive that there was no relationship between them. In that case, Curtis must have been an early acquaintance of Tim's. At any rate, he seemed to know about his past life. Dodger now comprehended his present situation fully. He was a passenger on the ship Columbia, and there was no chance of leaving it. He had a certain done inquiry that the vessel would not put in anywhere, but would make the long voyage direct. It would be over four months at any rate before he could communicate with Florence. And in the meantime, she and Mrs. O'Keeffe, whom he recognized as a good friend, would conclude that he was dead. It was very provoking to think that he could not even telegraph, as that would relieve all anxiety, and he felt sure that Florence was enough his friend to feel anxious about him. He had just closed up his valus when a young man of dark complexion and of an attractive intellectual expression entered the cabin. He nodded pleasantly to Dodger and said, "'I suppose this is Arthur Grant.' "'Yes, sir,' answered Dodger, for he had decided to adopt the name. We ought to become close friends, for we are, I believe, the only passengers. Then you are a passenger, too,' said Dodger, deciding, after a brief scrutiny, that he should like his new acquaintance. "'Yes, my name is Randolph Leslie. I have been, for the last five years, a reporter on leading New York daily papers, and worked so closely that my health has become somewhat affected. My doctor recommended a sea voyage, and I have arranged for a pretty long one. What papers have you worked for? Oh, all the leading ones—Tribune, World, Harold, and Son—sometimes one and sometimes another. Your reason for taking this trip can hardly be the same as mine. You don't look as if your health required you to travel.' "'No,' answered Dodger, smiling, but I understand that the gentleman who engaged my passage said I was going to see for my health. If I were as robust as you, I shouldn't give much thought to my health. Do you intend to remain in California?' "'I don't know what I do intend,' replied Dodger. I didn't know I was going to California at all, until I woke up in my state-room.' The young man looked surprised. "'Didn't you know the destination of the vessel when you came on board?' he asked. I was brought aboard in my sleep. This is curious. It looks to me as if you had a story to tell. Of course I don't want to be curious, but if there's any way in which I can help you, by advice, or in any other way, I'm quite ready to do so.' Dodger paused, but only briefly. This young man looked friendly, and might help him to penetrate the mystery which at present baffled him. At any rate, his experience qualified him to give friendly advice, and of this Dodger felt that he stood in need. "'I ought to tell you to begin with,' he said, that I am a poor boy, and made my living as best I could, by carrying baggage, selling papers, etc. "'I don't think any the worse of you for that. Did you live at the lodging-houses?' "'No, until lately I lived with a man who keeps a saloon on the Bowery, and tended bar for him. What was his name? As a reporter, I know the Bowery pretty well.' "'Tim Bolton. Tim Bolton, I know his place well. I think I have seen you there. Your face looked familiar to me, as soon as I set eyes on you. Very likely a good many people came into Tim's. I couldn't pretend to remember them all. Was Tim a relative of yours? I don't believe he was. I always thought that he got hold of me when I was a kid. I don't remember the time when I wasn't with him. I suppose you have always lived in New York?' "'No, I lived for several years in Australia. Tim was in the same business there. I came on with him a year or more since.' "'Do you think you ever lived in New York before?' "'Yes, Tim has told me that I was born in New York. I understand that you have left Tim now.' "'Yes.' "'Why, may I ask? Because I didn't like the business he was in, but I liked it better than the one he wanted me to go into.' "'What was that?' "'Burglory. The young reporter started in surprise.' "'Well,' he said, "'this is a new tack for Tim. However, I never looked upon him as a man who would shrink from any violation of the laws, except murder. I don't think he would do that.' "'No, Tim isn't quite so bad. He isn't the worst man alive, though he is a rather hard customer. It was his wanting me to enter a house on Madison Avenue and open a desk that led to me going on this trip. Tell me about it if you don't mind.' Thus invited, Dodger told his story to Randolph Leslie, keeping nothing back. He finished by showing him the letter he had found in the vallus. End of CHAPTER XXI and XXII. CHAPTER XXIII and XXIV of Adrift in New York. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Bridget Gage. Adrift in New York by Horatio Elger, Jr. CHAPTER XXIII. Through the Golden Gate. "'Well, this is certainly a remarkable letter,' said the reporter, as he handed it back to Dodger. I am at a loss to understand the interest which this man appears to feel in you.' "'I look upon him as my enemy,' said Dodger, but an enemy doesn't spend so much money upon another as he has.' "'Unless he has an object in it,' amended Leslie, shrewdly, do you know of any connection this man has with you?' "'No, I never heard of him until I entered his house.' And Dodger flushed as he thought that his entrance into the mansion on Madison Avenue had been as a burglar. "'It seems to me that he knows more about you than you do about him. It also seems to me that he is anxious to get you out of New York, the farther the better.' "'But what harm could I do him in New York?' asked Dodger, puzzled. "'That is the question which I cannot answer. You say he was instrumental in getting his cousin Florence out of the house?' "'Yes, he wanted to marry her.' And she would not consent?' "'No, I think she hates him.' "'How old is she?' "'Seventeen.' "'And he? He looks about thirty-five.' "'The difference in years isn't great enough to constitute an obstacle, provided she loved him. I am thirty years old. I am sure Florence would prefer you to Curtis Warring. Don't flatter me. I am vain enough already. The time may come when I may ask your good offices with Miss Lyndon. What I was about to ask was, is Miss Lyndon also entitled to a share in her uncle's estate? She is just as nearly related to him as Mr. Warring. Then I can understand his wishing to get rid of her. I don't know why he should want to send you to a distance. I suppose there can't be any relationship. Is it likely that I, a poor street boy, should be related to a rich man like Mr. Lyndon?' "'It doesn't seem likely, I admit,' said Blisly, musingly. Well, I suppose he continued after a pause. There is no use speculating about the matter now. The important point is, what are we to do with ourselves during the four or five months we must spend on ship-board?' "'I don't know what I can do,' said Dodger. I can't sell papers, and I can't smash baggage. And there appears to be no need of your doing either, as you are provided with board and lodging till we reach shore. It seems strange to me, for I've always had to hustle for a living. I was about to make a proposal to you. But first, let me ask about your education. I suppose you are not an accomplished scholar.' "'I'm about as ignorant as they make them,' answered Dodger, drolly. Tim was afraid to send me to college. For fear I'd get to know too much for my business.' "'Tending bar does not require an acquaintance with Latin and Greek. Would you like to know more?' "'I wish I did. Florence was teaching me knights when I was in New York. Now I've got to give up all that.' "'Not necessarily. Listen to me, Arthur. Before I came to New York to go into journalism, I taught school for two years. And I believe I may say that I was tolerably successful. Suppose I take you as a scholar.' "'I should like it very much, Mr. Leslie, but I'm afraid I haven't got money enough to pay you.' "'That is true. You will need all the money you have when you land in California. Twenty-five dollars won't go far. Still, you have all the money that is necessary, for I do not intend to charge you anything.' "'You are very kind to me, Mr. Leslie, considering you don't know me,' said Dodger, gratefully. "'On the contrary, I think I know you very well. But about the kindness, my motives are somewhat mixed. I should like to do you a service, but I should also like to find employment for myself that will make the days less monotonous. I have a collection of books in my trunk, enough for our needs, and if you will agree we will commence our studies to-morrow. I should like it very much. I'd like to show Florence, when I see her, that I have improved. Till I saw her I didn't care much, but when I talk with her I feel awfully ignorant. In four months a great deal can be accomplished. I don't know how quick you are to learn. After we have had one or two lessons I can judge better.' Two days later Mr. Leslie pronounced his opinion, and a favorable one. "'You have not exaggerated your ignorance,' he said to Dodger. "'You have a great deal to learn. But on the other hand, you are quick, have every ton of memory, and are very anxious to learn. I shall make something of you.' I learned faster with you than with Florence,' said Dodger. "'Perhaps she would succeed better with girls, but I hold that a male teacher is better for boys. How long are you willing to study every day? As long as you think best.' "'Then we will say from two to three hours. I think you have a talent for arithmetic. I don't expect to make you fit for a bookkeeper, but I hope to make you equal to most office boys by the time we reach San Francisco. What do you intend to do in California?' "'I don't know. I should like to go back to New York, but I shall not have money enough.' "'No, twenty-five dollars would go but a little way toward the passage. Evidently, Mr. Warring did not intend to have you return, or he would have provided you with more. "'That is just why I should like to go back. I am afraid he will do some harm to Florence.' "'And you would like to be on hand to protect her?' "'Yes.' Randolph Leslie smiled. "'You seem to take a great deal of interest in Florence, if I may make as free with her name as you do.' "'Yes, I do, Mr. Leslie. If you were only a little older, I might suspect the nature of that interest. I am older than she is.' "'In years, yes, but a young lady of seventeen, brought up as she has been, as older by years than a boy of eighteen. I don't think you need apprehend any harm to Miss Lyndon, except that Mr. Warring may cheat her out of her rightful share of the inheritance. Is her uncle in good health?' "'No, sir. He is a very feeble man.' "'Is he an old man?' "'Not so very old. I don't believe he is over sixty.' "'Really, Mr. Lyndon was but fifty-four. But being a confirmed invalid, he looked older. "'Should you say that he was likely to live very long?' "'No,' answered Dodger. "'He looks as if you could knock him over with a feather. Besides, I've heard Florence say that she was afraid her uncle could not live long.' "'Probably Curtis Warring is counting upon this. If he can keep Florence and her uncle apart for a few months, Mr. Lyndon will die, and he will inherit the whole estate. What is this will he speaks of in the letter you showed me?' "'I don't know, sir.' "'Whatever the provisions are, it is evident that he thinks it important to get it into his possession. If favorable to him, he will keep it carefully. If unfavorable, I think a man like him would not hesitate to suppress it.' "'No doubt you are right, sir. I don't know much about wills,' said Dodger. "'No, I suppose not. You never made any, I suppose,' remarked the reporter, with a smile. "'I never had nothing to leave,' said Dodger. "'Anything would be a better expression. As your tutor, I feel incumbent upon me to correct your grammar.' "'I wish you would, Mr. Vusley. What do you mean to do when you get to San Francisco?' "'I shall seek employment on one of the San Francisco daily papers. Six months or a year so spent will restore my health, and enable me to live without drawing upon my moderate savings. I expect I shall have to work, too, to get money to take me back to New York.' And now we must ask the reader to imagine four months and one week past. There had been favorable weather on the whole, and the voyage was unusually short. Dodger and the reporter stood on deck, and with eager interest watched the passage through the Golden Gate. A little later, and the Queen City of the Pacific came in sight, crowning the hill on which a part of the city is built, with the vast palace hotel, a conspicuous object in the foreground. CHAPTER XXIV. FLORENCE AND SUSPENSE. We must now return to New York to Dodger's old home. When he did not return at the usual hour, neither Florence nor Mrs. O'Keefe was particularly disturbed. It was thought that he had gone on some errand of unusual length, and would return an hour or two late. Eight o'clock came, the hour at which the boy was accustomed to repair to Florence's room to study, and still he didn't make his appearance. "'Dodger's late this evening, Mrs. O'Keefe,' said Florence, going up to the room of her landlady. "'Sure he is. It's likely he's gone to Brooklyn, or up to Harlem with a bundle. He'll be coming in soon. I hope he will be well paid for the errand, since it keeps him so long. I hope so, too, Florence, for he's a good boy, is Dodger. Did I tell you how he served the Repskelean that tried to stale my apples the other day? No, I would like to hear it. A big black-bearded man came along and asked me for an apple. "'You can have one for two pennies,' says I. "'But I haven't got them,' says he. "'Then you must go without it,' says I. "'We'll see about that,' says he. "'And what do you think? The fellow picked out one of my biggest apples, and was walking away. That made me mad. "'Come back, you thief of the world,' says I. "'Silence, you old hag,' says he. "'Actually, he called me an old hag. I wanted to go after him. But there was two hoodlums hanging round, and I knew they'd carry off some of my apples. When, just as I was at my wit's end, Dodger came round the corner. "'Dodger,' I screamed, go after that man. He's taken one of my apples, without labor or license.' "'Upon that, Dodger, brave as a lion, walked up to the man and says he. Give back that apple or pay for it.' "'What's that to you, you impudent young grascal?' says the man, raising the apple to his mouth. But he didn't get a chance to bite it. For Dodger, with a flip of his hand, knocked it on the sidewalk and picked it up. "'Wasn't the man mad just?' "'I'll smash you, boy,' he growled. "'I'm a baggage smasher myself,' says Dodger, and I can smash as well as you.' With that, the man up with his fist and struck at Dodger. But he dodged the blow, and gave him one for himself with his right. Just then up came a cop. "'What's all this?' says he. "'That man tried to run off with one of my apples,' says I. "'Come along,' says the cop. "'You're wanted at the station house.' "'It's a lie,' says the man. I paid the woman for the apple, and that young grascal knocked it out of my hand. "'I know the boy,' says the cop, and he ain't one of that kind. I'll let you go if you buy five apples from the lady and pay for them.' The man made an ugly face, but he didn't want to be locked up, and so he paid me a dime for five apples.' "'Dodger is very brave,' said Florence. "'Sometimes I think he is too daring. He is liable to get into trouble.' "'If he does, he'll get himself out of it, never you fear. Dodger can take care of himself.' Nine o'clock came, and Florence became alarmed. She had not been aware how much she had depended upon the company of her faithful friend, humble as his station was. Again she went into Mrs. O'Keeffe's room. The apple-woman had been out to buy some groceries, and had just returned. "'I am getting anxious about Dodger,' said Florence. "'It's nine o'clock.' "'And what's nine o'clock for a boy like him? Sure, he's used to being out at all hours of the night. I shall feel relieved when he comes home. What should I do without him?' "'Sure, I'd miss him myself, but it isn't the first time he has been out late.' "'Perhaps that terrible Tim Bolton has got hold of him,' suggested Florence. "'Tim isn't so bad, Florence. He isn't fit company for the likes of you, but there's worse men nor Tim.' "'Didn't he send out Dodger to commit a burglary?' "'And if he hadn't, you'd never made Dodger's acquaintance.' "'That's true, but it doesn't make burglary any more excusable. Don't you really think Tim Bolton has got hold of him?' "'If he has, he won't keep him along. I'll make oath of that. He might keep him overnight, but Dodger would come back in the morning.' Florence was somewhat cheered by Mrs. O'Keeffe's refusal to believe that Dodger was in any serious trouble, but she could not wholly free herself from uneasiness. When eleven o'clock came, she went to bed very unwillingly, and got very little rest during the night. Warning came, and still Dodger did not show up. As we know, he was fairly started on his long voyage, though he had not yet recovered consciousness. Florence took a very light breakfast, and at the usual time went to Mrs. Layton's to meet her pupil. When the study hour was over, she did not remain to lunch, but hurried back, stopping at Mrs. O'Keeffe's apple stand, just as that lady was preparing to go home to prepare dinner. "'Have you seen anything of Dodger, Mrs. O'Keeffe?' asked Florence breathlessly. "'No, I haven't, Florence. I've had my eye out watching for him, and he hasn't showed up.' "'Is there anything we can do?' asked Florence anxiously. "'Well, we might go around and see Tim, and find out whether he's got hold of him.' "'Let us go at once.' "'Sure, I didn't know you cared so much for the boy,' said Mrs. O'Keeffe, with a shrewd look at Florence's anxious face. "'Why shouldn't I care for him? He is my only friend.' "'Is he now, and what's the matter with Bridget O'Keeffe?' asked the apple woman. "'Excuse me, Mrs. O'Keeffe. I know very well you are my friend, and a kind friend, too. I should not have forgotten you.' "'It's all right, Florence. You're frustrated like, and that's why you forgot me.' "'I have so few friends that I can't spare one,' continued Florence. "'That's so. Come along with me, and we'll see what Tim has to tell us.' A short walk brought the two strangely assorted companions to the entrance of Tim Bolton's saloon. "'I'm afraid to go in, Mrs. O'Keeffe,' said Florence. "'Come along with me, my dear. I won't let anything harm you. You weren't used to such a place, but I've been here more than once to fill the growler. Be careful as you go down the steps, Florence.' Tim Bolton was standing behind the bar, and as he heard steps he looked carelessly toward the entrance. But when he saw Florence, his indifference vanished. He came from behind the bar, and advanced to meet her. "'Miss Linden,' he said. Florence shrank back and clung to her companion's arm. "'Is there anything I can do for you? I am a rough man, but I'm not so bad as you may think.' "'That's what I told her, Tim,' said Mrs. O'Keeffe. I told Florence there was worse men than you. "'Thank you, Mrs. O'Keeffe. Can I offer you a glass of whiskey?' The apple-woman was about to accept, but she felt an alarmed tug at her arm, and saw that Florence would be placed in an embarrassing position if she accepted. So by an exercise of self-denial, for Mrs. O'Keeffe was by no means insensible to the attractions of whiskey, though she never drank to excess, she said. "'Thank you kindly, Mr. Bolton. I won't take any just now, but I'll remind you of your offer another day.' "'Have it your own way, Mrs. O'Keeffe. And now, what can I do for you and Miss Linden?' "'Oh, Mr. Bolton,' broke in Florence, unable to bear the suspense longer. "'Where is Dodger?' End of chapters twenty-three and twenty-four. Chapter twenty-five and twenty-six of A Drift in New York, this LibriVox recording is in the public domain, recording by Bridget Gage, A Drift in New York by Horatio Elger Jr., Chapter twenty-five, Finding the Clue. Tim Bolton looked at Florence in undisguised astonishment. "'Dodger!' he repeated. "'How should I know? I supposed that you had lured him away from me.' "'He didn't like the business you were in. He preferred to make a living in some other way.' "'Then why do you ask me where he is?' "'Because he did not come home last night. Sure, he roams at my house,' put in Mrs. O'Keeffe, and he hasn't showed up since. "'And you thought I might have got hold of him?' said Bolton inquiringly. "'Then you are mistaken. I haven't seen the boy for weeks.' Tim Bolton spoke so straightforwardly that there was no chance to doubt his word. "'When he was living with you, Mr. Bolton,' continued Florence. "'Did he ever stay away like this?' "'No,' answered Bolton. Dodger was always very regular about coming home. "'Then something must have happened to him,' said Florence anxiously. "'He might have got run in,' suggested the Applewoman. Some of them cops as mighty officious. Dodger would never do anything to deserve a rest,' Florence said quickly. "'True for you, Florence, but some innocent parties are nabbed. I know of one young man who was standing on a straight corner waiting for the cars when a cop came up and arrested him for disorderly conduct.' "'But that is shameful,' said Florence indignantly. "'True for you, my dear. We might go round to the police headquarters and inquire if the boy's been run in.' "'What do you think, Mr. Bolton?' asked Florence. Tim Bolton seemed busy thinking. Finally he brought down his hand forcibly on the bar and said, "'I begin to see through it.' Florence did not speak, but she fixed an eager look of inquiry on the face of the saloonkeeper. "'I believe Curtis Warring is at the bottom of this,' he said. "'My cousin,' exclaimed Florence in astonishment. "'Yes, your cousin, Miss London.' "'But what can he have against poor Dodger? Is it because the boy has taken my part and is a friend to me?' "'He wouldn't like him any better on account of that, but he has another and a more powerful reason.' "'Would you mind telling me what it is? I cannot conceive what it can be.' "'At present,' answered Bolton cautiously, I prefer to say nothing on the subject. I will only say that the boy's disappearance interferes with my plans, and I will see if I can't find out what has become of him. "'If you only will, Mr. Bolton, I shall be so grateful. I am afraid I have misjudged you. I thought you were an enemy of Dodgers.' "'Then you were mistaken. I have had the boy with me since he was a kid, and though I've been rough with him at times maybe, I like him, and I may sometime have a chance to show him that old Tim Bolton is one of his best friends.' "'I will believe it now, Mr. Bolton,' said Florence impulsively, holding out her hand to the burly saloonkeeper. He was surprised, but it was evident that he was pleased also, and he took the little hand respectfully in his own ample palm, and pressed it in a friendly manner. "'There's one thing more I want you to believe, Ms. Linden,' he said, and that is, that I am your friend also.' "'Thank you, Mr. Bolton. And now let us all work together to find Dodger.' "'You can count on me, Ms. Linden. If you'll tell me where you live, I'll send or bring you any news I may hear.' "'I live with Mrs. O'Keeffe, my good friend here.' "'I haven't my card with me, Tim,' said the Apple-woman, but I'll give you my straight-in number. You know my place of business?' "'Yes. If you come to me there, I'll let Florence know whatever you tell me. She is not always at home.' The two went away, relieved in mind. For, helpless and bewildered as they were, they felt that Tim Bolton would make a valuable ally.' When they had gone, Tim turned to Hooker and Briggs, who were lounging at a table, waiting for some generous customer to invite them to the bar. "'Boys,' said Tim, has either of you seen anything of Dodger lately?' "'No,' answered the two in unison. "'Have you heard anything of him?' "'I heard that he was baggage-smashing down by the steamboat landings,' said Hooker. "'Go down there, both of you, and see if you can see or hear anything of him.' "'All right, Tim.' And the two left the saloon and took a westerly route toward the North River Peers. Three hours later they returned. "'Have you heard anything?' asked Bolton. "'Did you see Dodger?' "'No, we didn't see him. But you heard something.' "'Yes, we found a boy, a friend of his, that said the last he saw of Dodger was last evening.' "'Where did he see him? Near the pier of the Albany boats. What was he doing? Carry in a vellus for a man.' "'What kind of a man? How did he look?' He had gray hair and gray whiskers. Tim was puzzled by the description. If, as he suspected, Curtis were concerned in the abduction, this man could not have been he. The man was a passenger by the Albany boat, I suppose. No, that was what looked queer. Before the Albany boat came in, the man was lying round with his vellus, and the boy thought he was going off somewhere. But when the boat came in, he just mixed in with the passengers and came up to the entrance of the pier. Two boys asked to carry his vellus, but he shook his head till Dodger came round, and he engaged him right off. Tim Bolton nodded knowingly. It was a plan, he said. The man wanted to get hold of Dodger. What puzzles me is that you said he was an old man. His hair and beard were gray. And Curtis has no beard, and his hair is black. But the boy said he didn't look like an old man, except the hair. He walked off like a young man. Tim Bolton's face lighted up with sudden intelligence. "'I'll bet a hat was Curtis in disguise,' he silviliquized. "'That's all we could find out, Mr. Bolton,' said Briggs, with another longing look at the bar. "'It is enough. You have earned your whiskey. Walk up, gentlemen.' Hooker and Briggs needed no second invitation. "'Will either of you take a note from me to Mrs. O'Keeffe? For another drink, of course.' "'I will, Tim,' said Hooker eagerly. "'No, take me, Mr. Bolton,' and treated Briggs.' "'You can both go,' said Tim generously. "'Wait a minute, and I'll have it ready for you.' He found a half-sheet of note-paper, and scribbled on it this message. "'Mrs. O'Keeffe, tell Miss Linden that I have a clue. I am almost certain her cousin has got away with Dodger. He won't hurt him, but he will get him out of the city. When I hear more, I will write. T. Bolton Chapter 26 Bolton Makes a Discovery "'I see it all,' Bolton said to himself, thoughtfully. Curtis' warring is afraid of the boy, and of me. He circumvented me neatly, and the game is his. So far my little plan is dished. I must find out for certain whether he's had anything to do with getting Dodger out of the way. And then, Tim Bolton, you must set your wits to work to spoil his little game.' Bolton succeeded in securing the services of a young man who had experience at Tending Bar. And about eight o'clock, after donning his best attire, he hailed a fourth Avenue service car and got aboard. Getting out at the proper street, he made his way to Madison Avenue, and ascended the steps of John Linden's residence. The door was opened by Jane, who eyed the visitor with no friendly glance. "'What do you want?' she asked, in a hostile tone. "'Is Mr. Warring at home?' "'I don't know. Is Miss Florence at home?' "'Do you know her?' she asked. "'Yes, I'm a friend of hers.' Jane evidently thought that Florence must have made some queer friends. "'Have you seen her lately?' she asked eagerly. "'I saw her today.' "'Is she well?' "'Yes, she is well, but she is in trouble.' "'Is she—does she need any money?' "'No, it isn't that. The boy Dodger has disappeared, and she is afraid something has happened to him.' "'Oh, I am so sorry. He was a good friend of Miss Florence.' "'I see you know him. I'm trying to help him and her.' "'But you asked for Mr. Warring,' said Jane suspiciously. "'So I did. Shall I tell you why?' "'I wish you would. I think he has something to do with getting Dodger out of the way, and I'm going to try to find out.' "'He won't tell you.' "'You don't understand. I shall make him think I am on his side.' "'Was he at home last night?' "'He went away at dinnertime, and he didn't come home till after twelve. "'I ought to know, for he forgot his latch-key, and I had to get up and let him in. I won't do it again. I'll let him stay out first.' "'I see. He was with Dodger, no doubt. Did you say he was in?' "'No, sir, but he will be indirectly. Won't you step into the library?' "'Shall I meet the old gentleman there?' asked Bolton, in a tone of hesitation. "'No. He goes up to his chamber directly after dinner.' "'How is he? I think he's failing.' "'I hope there is no immediate danger,' said Bolton anxiously. "'No, but he's worrying about Miss Florence. It's my belief that if she were at home, he'd live a good while.' "'Doesn't he ask for her?' "'Mr. Curtis tells him she'll come round soon, if he'll only be firm.' "'I don't see, for my part, why Mr. London wants her to marry such a disagreeable man. There's plenty better husbands she could get. Come in, sir, and I'll tell him as soon as he comes in. Shall you see Miss Florence soon?' "'I think so. Then tell her not to give up. Things will come right sometime.' "'I'll tell her.' Bolton was ushered into the library, where, amid the fashionable furniture, he looked quite out of place. He did not feel so, however, for he drew a cigar out of his pocket, and, lighting it nonchalantly, leaned back in a luxurious armchair, and began to smoke. "'Curtis Warring is well-fixed. That's a fact,' he soliloquized. I suppose he is the master here, for the old man isn't likely to interfere. Still, he will like it better when his uncle is out of the way.' He had to wait but fifteen minutes in solitude, for at the end of that time Curtis Warring appeared. He paused on the threshold, and frowned when he saw who it was that awaited him. Jane told me that a gentleman was waiting to see me. "'Well, she was right. And you, I suppose, are the gentleman,' said Curtis in a sneering tone. "'Yes, I am the gentleman,' remarked Bolton coolly. "'I am not in the habit of receiving visits from gentlemen of your class. However, I suppose you have an object in calling.' "'It shall go hard with me, if I don't pay you for your sneer some day,' thought Bolton, but he remained outwardly unruffled. "'Well,' he answered, "'I can't say that I have any particular business to see you about. I saw your cousin recently.' "'Florence?' asked Curtis eagerly. "'Yes. What did she say? Did you speak with her?' "'Yes. She doesn't seem any more willing to marry you.' Curtis Warring frowned. "'She is a foolish girl,' he said. She doesn't know her own mind. She looks to me like a gale that knows her own mind particularly well. "'Pushaw, what can you know about it?' "'Then you really expect to marry her sometime, Mr. Warring?' "'Certainly I do. And to inherit your uncle's fortune?' "'Of course. Why not?' "'I was thinking of the boy.' "'The boy is dead.' "'What?' exclaimed Bolton, jumping to his feet in irresistible excitement. "'Don't be a fool. Wait until I finish my sentence.' "'He is dead so far as his prospects are concerned. "'Who is there that can identify him with the lost child of John Linden?' "'I can.' "'Yes, if anyone would believe you. However, it is for your interest to keep silent.' "'That is just what I want to know. I suppose you can make it for my interest.' "'Yes, and will, after I get the property. I don't believe in counting my chickens before they are hatched.' "'Of course you know that the boy has left me,' said Bolton. "'Yes,' answered Curtis, indifferently. "'He is with my cousin, I believe.' "'Yes, and through her I can learn where he is, and get hold of him if I desire.' A cynical smile played over the face of Curtis Warring. "'Do you propose to get him back?' he asked, shrugging his shoulders. "'I am right,' thought Bolton shrewdly. "'From his manner it is easy to see that Curtis is quite at ease as regards Dodger. He knows where he is.' "'You asked me what business I came about, Mr. Warring,' he said, after a pause. "'Yes. Of course I am devoted to your interests, but is it quite fair to make me wait till you come into your fortune before allowing me anything?' "'I think so.' "'You don't seem to consider that I can bring the boy here, and make him known to your uncle, as the son he lost so long ago.' "'You are quite sure you can bring the boy here?' asked Curtis. "'Why not? I have only to go to Florence and ask Curtis and the boy to me.' "'You are quite at liberty to do so if you like, Tim Bolton,' said Curtis, with a mocking smile. "'I am glad, at any rate, that you have shown me what is in your mind. You are very sharp, but you are not quite so sharp as I am. I don't understand you.' "'Then I will be more explicit. It's out of your power to make use of the boy against me, because—' "'Well, because he is not in the city.' "'Where is he, then?' "'Where you are not likely to find him.' "'If you have killed him,' Bolton began, but Curtis interrupted him. "'The boy is safe, I will tell you that much,' he said. But for reasons which you can guess, I think it better that he should be out of New York. When the proper time comes, and all is safe, he may come back. But not in time to help you in your cunning plans, Mr. Tim Bolton.' "'Then I suppose,' said Bolton, assuming an error of mortification and disconfiture, it is no use for me to remain here any longer. "'You are quite right. I wish you a pleasant journey home. Give my love to Florence when you see her.' "'That man is a fiend,' soliloquized Bolton, as he walked back leisurely to his place of business. Let me get hold of Dodger, and I will foil him yet.' End of CHAPTERS 25 and 26 CHAPTERS 27 and 28 of A Drift in New York. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Bridget Gage. A Drift in New York by Horatio Elger, Jr. CHAPTER 27 Dodger Strikes Look When Dodger landed in San Francisco, in spite of the fact that he had made the journey against his will, he felt a natural exhilaration and pleasure in the new and striking circumstances and scenes in which he found himself placed. It was in the year 1877, and the city was by no means what it is now. Yet it probably contained not far from two hundred thousand people, lively, earnest, enterprising. All seemed busy and hopeful, and Dodger caught the contagion. As he walked with the reporter to a modest hotel, where rates were a dollar and a half a day, not far from Montgomery Street, Randolph Leslie asked, "'How do you like San Francisco thus far, Arthur?' It will be remembered that Dodger, feeling that the name by which he had hitherto been known, was hardly likely to recommend him, adopted the one given him by Curtis Warring. "'I think I shall like it ever so much,' answered Dodger. Everybody seems to be wide awake. Do you think he will like it better than New York? I think a poor boy will have more of a chance of making a living here. In New York I was too well known. If I got a place anywhere, someone would recognize me as Tim Bolton's boy, accustomed to ten bar, or some gentleman would remember that he had bought papers of me. Here nobody knows me, and I can start fair. "'There is a great deal in what you say,' returned Leslie. What do you think of trying to do?' "'First of all, I will write a letter to Florence, and tell her I am all right. How long does it take a letter to go from here to New York?' "'About seven days.' And it took us over four months. That seems wonderful. Yes, there is a great difference between coming by sea around Cape Horn, and speeding across the country on an express train.' "'If I could only know how Florence is getting along,' Dodger said anxiously. I suppose she thinks I am dead.' "'You forget the letter you gave to the vessel we spoke off the coast of Brazil.' "'Yes, but do you think it went straight?' "'The chances are in favor of it. However, your idea is a good one. Write by all means, and then we will discuss future plans.' "'What are your plans, Mr. Leslie?' "'I shall try to secure a reporter's birth on one of the daily papers, the call, or chronicle. I will wait a few days, however, as I have a few hundred dollars by me, and can afford to take a little time to look around. I wish I were as well provided, but I have less than twenty-five dollars.' "'Don't worry about that, Arthur,' said Randolph, laying his hand affectionately on the boy's shoulder. I shall not allow you to want.' "'Thank you, Mr. Leslie,' said Dodger, gratefully. It's something new to me to have a friend like you. But I don't want to be any expense to you. I am large enough and strong enough to earn my own living.' "'True, and I feel you will have a chance in this enterprising city.' They bought copies of the day's papers, and Dodger looked eagerly over the advertising columns. At length he saw an advertisement that read as follows. Wanted, a young man of eighteen or twenty, to assist in the office of a local express. Enquirer at Number Blank Street. "'Do you think I would answer for such a place?' he asked. "'I don't see why not. At any rate, nothing venture, nothing gain. You may as well go around and inquire. And by the way, as your suit is rather shabby, let me lend you one of mine. We are of nearly the same size.' "'Thank you, Mr. Leslie.' "'Fine feathers make fine birds you know, and neat dress always increases the chances of an applicant for employment. Though, when it is carried too far, it is apt to excite suspicion.' I remember a friend of mine advertised for a bookkeeper. Among the applicants was a young man wearing a sixty-dollar suit, a ruffled shirt, a handsome gold watch, and a diamond pin. He was a man of taste, and he was strongly impressed with a young man's elegant appearance. So largely upon the strength of these he engaged him, and in less than six months, discovered that he had been swindled to the extent of eight hundred dollars by his aesthetic bookkeeper. "'Then I will leave my diamond pin at home,' said Dodger, smiling. "'Suppose they ask me for recommendations.' "'I will go with you and endorse you. I happened to know one or two prominent gentlemen in San Francisco, among them the president of a bank, and I presume my endorsement will be sufficient.' Dodger went back to the hotel, put on a suit of Mr. Leslie's, got his boots blacked, and then, in company with a young reporter, went to the express office. "'I'm afraid someone will have been engaged already,' said the reporter. "'But if not, your chances will be good.' They entered a good-sized office on a prominent street, and Dodger inquired for Mr. Tucker. A small man of about forty, keen-eyed and alert, eyed him attentively. "'I am Mr. Tucker,' he said. "'I saw your advertisement for an assistant, Mr. Tucker,' said Dodger, modestly. "'Have you filled the place?' "'Let me see,' said Tucker, reflectively. "'You are the ninth young man who has applied, but the place is still open.' "'Then I am afraid you won't want me, as you have rejected so many.' "'I don't know. How long have you been in the city? I only just arrived. Where from? From New York. Have you any idea of going to the mines when you get money enough? I think I would prefer to remain in the city.' "'Good. How is your education?' "'I have never been to college,' answered Dodger, with a smile. "'Good. I don't care for your college men. I am a practical man myself.' "'I am a poor scholar, but Mr. Leslie tells me I write a fair hand.' "'Let me see a specimen of your writing.' Now Dodger had taken special pains on the voyage to improve his penmanship, with excellent results. So it happened that the specimen which he furnished had the good fortune to please Mr. Tucker. "'Good,' he said. "'You will, a part of the time, be taking orders. Your handwriting is plain and will do. Never mind about Latin and Greek. You won't need it. Chinese would be more serviceable to you here. When can you go to work?' "'Tomorrow morning. Today, if necessary,' answered Dodger promptly. Mr. Tucker seemed pleased with his answer. "'Tomorrow morning let it be, then. Hours are from eight in the morning till six at night. Very well, sir. Your wages will be fifteen dollars a week. How will that suit you?' Dodger wanted to indulge in a loud whoop of exultation, for fifteen dollars was beyond his wildest hopes. But he was too politic to express his delight. So he contented himself with saying, I shall be quite satisfied with that. "'Oh, by the way, I suppose I ought to have some reference,' said Mr. Tucker. Though as a general thing I judge a good deal by outward appearance. I can refer you to my friend, Mr. Visley, here. And who will endorse him?' asked the expressman shrewdly. Visley smiled. "'I see, Mr. Tucker. You are a thorough man of business. I can refer you to Mr. Blank, president of the Blank Bank in the city.' "'That is sufficient, sir. I am sure you would not refer me to him, unless you felt satisfied that he would speak favorably of you. I won't, therefore, take the trouble to inquire. Where are you staying?' "'At the Pacific Hotel, but we shall take a private apartment within a day or two.' As they passed out of the office, Randolph Leslie said, "'You've done splendidly, Arthur. Haven't I? I feel like a millionaire. As you are to go to work tomorrow, we may as well take up a room at once. It will be cheaper.' In a short time they had engaged a neat suite of rooms, to a number, not far from the Palace Hotel, at twenty dollars per month. The next day Leslie procured a position on the San Francisco Chronicle at twenty-five dollars per week. Chapter twenty-eight Florence Receives a Letter The discovery, through Tim Bolton, that Curtis Warring had a hand in the disappearance of Dodger, partially relieved the anxiety of Florence, but only partially. He might be detained in captivity, but even that was far better than an accident to life or limb. She knew that he would try to get word to her at the earliest opportunity, in order to relieve her fears. But week after week passed, and no tidings came. At length, at the end of ten weeks, a note came to her, written on a rough sheet of paper, the envelope marked by a foreign stamp. It ran thus, "'Dear Florence, I'm sure you have worried over my disappearance. Perhaps you thought I was dead, but I was never better in my life. I am on the ship Columbia, bound for San Francisco, around Cape Horn. And just now, as one of the officers tells me, we are off the coast of Brazil. There is a ship coming north, and we are going to hail her and give her letters to carry home, so I hope these few lines will reach you all right. I suppose I am in for it, and must keep on to San Francisco. But I haven't told you yet how I came here.' It was through a trick of your cousin, Curtis Warring. I haven't time to tell you about it, but I was drugged, and brought aboard in my sleep. When I woke up, I was forty miles at sea. Don't worry about me, for I have a good friend on board, Mr. Randolph Leslie, who has been a reporter on one of the New York Daily Papers. He advises me to get something to do in San Francisco, and work till I have earned enough money to get home. He says I can do better there, where I am not known, and can get higher pay. He is giving me lessons every day, and he says I am learning fast. The ship is almost here, and I must stop. Take good care of yourself, and remember me to Mrs. O'Keeffe. And I will write you again as soon as I get to San Francisco. Dodger. P.S. Don't let on to Curtis that you have heard from me, or he might try to play me some trick in San Francisco. Florence's face was radiant when she had read the letter. Dodger was alive, well, and in good spirits. The letter arrived during the afternoon, and she put on her street dress at once, and went over to the Apple stand, and read the letter to Mrs. O'Keeffe. Well, well, ejaculated the Apple woman, so it's that old life of the world, Curtis Warring, that has got hold of poor Dodger, just as Tim told us. It seems mighty queer to me that he should want to stale poor Dodger. If it was you now, I could understand it. It seems strange to me too, Mrs. O'Keeffe, said Florence thoughtfully. I thought it might be because Dodger was my friend, but that doesn't seem to be sufficient explanation. Don't you think we ought to show this letter to Mr. Bolton? I was going to suggest that same. If you'll give it to me, Florence, I'll get Maddie to tend my stand, and slip round with it to Tim's right off. I will go with you, Mrs. O'Keeffe. Maddie, who was playing around the corner, was summoned. Now Maddie, just mind the stand, and don't be running away, or them boys will get away with my home morning's profits. Do you hear? Yes, mum. And don't you be eaten all the while you are here. Here's one apple you can have. And the Apple woman carefully picked out one that she considered unsalable. That's specked, Mrs. O'Keeffe, objected Maddie. And what if it is? Can't you bite out the specks? The rest of the apple is good. You're getting mighty particular. Maddie bit a piece out of the sound part of the apple, and when Mrs. O'Keeffe was at a safe distance, gave the rest to a lame boot-black, and picked out one of the best apples for her own eating. Brigid O'Keeffe is awful main with her apples, so will acquiesed Maddie, but I'm too smart for her, trying to pass off one of her old specked apples on me. If I don't take three, good one, I'm a sinner. Arrived at the front of the saloon, Mrs. O'Keeffe penetrated the interior, and met Tim near the door. Have you come in for some whiskey, old lady? Asked Tim in a jesting tone. I'll take that by and by. Florence is outside, and we've got some news for you. Won't she come in? No, she don't like to be seen in a place like this. She's got a letter from Dodger. You don't mean it, ejaculated Tim, with sudden interest. Where is he? Come out and see. Good afternoon, Miss Lyndon, said Tim gallantly. So you have news from Dodger? Yes, here is the letter. Bolton read it through a ton of lee. Curtis is smart, he said, as he handed it back. He couldn't have thought of a better plan for getting rid of the boy. It will take several months for him to reach Frisco, and after that he can't get back, for he won't have any money. Dodger says he will try to save money enough to pay his way back. It will take him a good while. It doesn't take long to come back by cars, does it? No, but it costs a great deal of money. Why, it may take Dodger a year to earn enough to pay his way back on the railroad. A year, exclaimed Florence, and genuine dismay. A year, in addition to the time it takes to go out there. Where will we all be at the end of that time? Not in jail, I hope, answered Bolton, jocularly. I'm afraid your uncle will no longer be in the land of the living. A shadow came over Florence's face. Poor Uncle John, she said sadly. It is terrible to think he may die thinking hardly of me. Leaving his whole fortune to Curtis, continued Tim. That is the least thing that troubles me, said Florence. A woman's a queer thing, said Tim, shrugging his shoulders. Here's a fortune of maybe half a million, and half of it rightful years, and you don't give it a thought. Not compared with the loss of my uncle's affections. Money is a great deal more practical than affection. Perhaps so, from your standpoint, Mr. Bolton, said Florence, with dignity. No offence, Miss. When you've lived as long as I, you'll look at things different. Well, I'm glad to hear from the lad. If Curtis had done him any harm, I'd have got even with him if it sent me to jail. A quiet, determined look replaced Tim Bolton's usual expression of easy good humor. He could not have said anything that would have ingratiated him more with Florence. Thank you, Mr. Bolton, she said earnestly. I shall always count upon your help. I believe you are a true friend of Dodger. And of yours too, Miss. I believe it, she said, with a smile that quite captivated Tim. If it would be any satisfaction to you, Miss Florence, he continued, I'll give Curtis warring a lichen. He deserves it for persecuting you, and getting you turned out of your uncle's house. Thank you, Mr. Bolton. It wouldn't be any satisfaction to me to see Curtis injured in any way. You're too good a Christian, you are, Miss Florence. I wish I deserved your praise, but I can hardly lay claim to it. Now, Mr. Bolton, tell me what I can do to help Dodger. I don't see that you can do anything now, as it will be most three months before he reaches Frisco. You might write to him toward the time he gets there. I will, direct to the post office. I think he'll have sense enough to ask for letters. I wish I could send him some money. I'm afraid he will land penniless. If he lands in good health, you can trust him for making a living. A New York boy, brought up as he was, isn't going to starve where there are papers to sell and errands to run. Why, he'll light on his feet in Frisco, take my word for it. Florence felt a good deal encouraged by Tim's words of assurance, and she went home with her heart perceptibly lightened. But she was soon to have trials of her own, which for the time being would make her forgetful of Dodger. End of CHAPTERS XXVII and XXVIII CHAPTERS XXIX and XXXVIII of A Drift in New York. This LibriVox recording is in the public domain, recording by Bridget Gage. A Drift in New York by her ratio, Elger, Jr. CHAPTER XXIX Mrs. Layton's Party Miss Linden, said Mrs. Layton, one day in the fourth month of Dodger's absence, Carrie has perhaps told you that I give a party next Thursday evening. She told me, answered the governess. I expected Professor Bovier to furnish dancing music. In fact, I had engaged him, but I have just received a note stating that he is unwell, and I am left unprovided. It is very inconsiderate on his part, added the lady, in a tone of annoyance. Florence did not reply. She took rather a different view of the professor's letter, and did not care to offend Mrs. Layton. Under the circumstances, continued the lady, it has occurred to me that, as you are really quite a nice performer, you might fill his place. I shall be willing to allow you a dollar for the evening. What do you say? Florence felt embarrassed. She shrank from appearing in society, in her present separation from her family, yet could think of no good excuse. Noticing her hesitation, Mrs. Layton added, patronizingly, On second thought, I will pay you a dollar and a half. Professor Bovier was to have charged ten dollars, and you will be kind enough to come in your best attire. You seem to be well provided with dresses. Yes, madame, there will be no difficulty on that score. Nor on any other, I hope. As governess in my family, I think I have a right to command your services. I will come, said Florence Meekly. She felt that it would not do to refuse after this. As she entered the handsomely decorated rooms on the night of the party, she looked around her nervously, fearing to see someone whom she had known in earlier days. She noticed only one, Piercy du Brabazon, whose face lighted up when he saw her, for he had been expecting to see her. She managed to convey a caution by a quiet movement, as it would not be wise for Mrs. Layton to know of their previous acquaintance. But Piercy was determined to get an opportunity to speak to her. Who is that young lady Aunt Mary, he asked, the one standing near the piano? That is Carrie's governess, answered Mrs. Layton carelessly. She seems quite a ladylike person. Yes, I understand she has seen better days. She is to play for us in the absence of Professor Bovier. Will you introduce me, Aunt? Why? asked Mrs. Layton, with a searching look. I should like to inquire about Carrie's progress in her studies, said the cunning Piercy. Oh, certainly, answered the Aunt, quite deceived by his words. Miss Linden, she said, let me introduce my nephew, Mr. du Brabazon. He wishes to inquire about Carrie's progress in her studies. And the lady sailed off to another part of the room. I can assure you, Mr. du Brabazon, said Florence, that my young charge is making excellent progress. I can easily believe it under your instruction, said Piercy. I am very glad you take such an interest in your cousin, added Florence, with a smile. It does you great credit. It's only an excuse, you know, to get a chance to talk with you, Miss Linden. May I say Miss Florence? No, answered Florence, decidedly. It won't do. You must be very formal. Then tell me how you like teaching. Very well, indeed. It must be an awful bore, I think. I don't think so. Carrie is a warm-hearted, affectionate girl. Besides, she is very bright, and gives me very little trouble. Don't you think you could take another pupil, Miss Linden? A young girl? No, a young man. In fact, myself. What could I teach you, Mr. du Brabazon? Lots of things. I am not very sound in spelling and grammar. What a pity, answered Florence, with mock seriousness. I am afraid your aunt would hardly consent to have a boy of your size in the schoolroom. Then perhaps you could give me some private lessons in the afternoon. That would not be possible. Just then Mrs. Linden came up. Well, she said, what does Miss Linden say of Carrie? She has quite satisfied my mind about her, answered Piercy, was excusable duplicity. I think her methods are excellent. I was telling her that I might be able to procure her another pupil. I have no objection, as long as it does not interfere with Carrie's hours. Miss Linden, there is a call for music. Will you go to the piano and play a Strauss waltz? Florence inclined her head obediently. Let me escort you to the piano, Miss Linden, said Piercy. Thank you, answered Florence, in a formal tone. For an hour Florence was engaged in playing waltzes, gallops, and lancers music. Then a lady who was proud of her daughter's proficiency volunteered her services to relieve Florence. Now you can dance yourself, said Piercy, in a low tone. Will you give me a waltz? Not at once. Wait till the second dance. Piercy Dubrabazon was prompt in presenting himself as soon as permitted, and he led Florence out for a dance. Both were excellent dancers and attracted general attention. Florence really enjoyed dancing, and forgot for a time that she was only a guest on sufferance, as she moved with rhythmic grace about the handsome rums. Piercy was disposed to prolong the dance, but Florence was cautious. I think I will rest now, Mr. Dubrabazon, she said. You will favour me again later in the evening, he pleaded. I hardly think it will be wise. But when, half an hour later, he asked her again, Florence could not find it in her heart to say no. It would have been wise if she had done so. A pair of jealous eyes was fixed upon her. Miss Emily Carter, had for a considerable time tried to fascinate Mr. Dubrabazon, whose wealth made him a very desirable match, and she viewed his decided penchant for Florence with alarm and indignation. To be thrown in the shade by a governess is really too humiliating, she murmured to herself in vexation. If it were a girl in my own station, I should not care so much, and she eyed Florence with marked hostility. Mama, she said, do you see how Mr. Dubrabazon is carrying on with Mrs. Layton's governess? Really, I think it very discreditable. Mrs. Carter looked through her gold eyeglasses at the couple. Is the girl really a governess? she added. She is very well dressed. I don't know where she got her dress, but she is really a governess. She seems very bold. So she does. Poor Florence, she was far from deserving their unkindly remarks. I suppose she is trying to ensnare young Dubrabazon, said Emily spitefully. People of her class are very artful. Don't you think it would be well to call Mrs. Layton's attention? Piercy Dubrabazon is her nephew, you know. True, the suggestion is a good one, Emily. Mrs. Carter was quite as desirous as her daughter of bringing about an alliance with Piercy, and she readily agreed to second her plans. She looked about for Mrs. Layton and took a seat at her side. Your nephew seems quite attentive to your governess, she commenced. Indeed, in what way? He has danced with her three or four times, I believe. It looks rather marked. So it does, said Mrs. Layton. He is quite inconsiderate. Oh well, it is of no great consequence. She is quite stylish for a governess, and doubtless your nephew is taken with her. That will not suit my views at all, said Mrs. Layton coldly. I shall speak to her tomorrow. Pray don't. It really is a matter of small consequence, quite natural, in fact. Leave the matter with me. You have done quite right in mentioning it. At twelve o'clock the next day, when Florence had just completed her lessons with Kerry, Mrs. Layton entered the room. Please remain a moment, Miss London, she said. I have a few words to say to you. Mrs. Layton's tone was cold and unfriendly, and Florence felt that something unpleasant was coming. Chapter 30 Florence is followed home I am listening, madame, said Florence, inclining her head. I wish to speak to you about last evening, Miss London. I hope my playing was satisfactory, Mrs. Layton. I did my best. I have no fault to find with your music. It came up to my expectations. I am glad of that, madame. I referred, rather, to your behaviour, Miss London. I don't understand you, Mrs. Layton. Florence responded. An unaffected surprise. Please explain. You danced several times with my nephew, Mr. Piercy du Brabazon. Twice, madame. I understood it was oftener. However, that is immaterial. You hardly seemed conscious of your position. What was my position, Mrs. Layton? asked Florence quietly, looking her employer in the face. Well, ahem! answered Mrs. Layton, a little ill at ease. You were a hired musician. Well? And you acted as if you were an invited guest. I am sorry you did not give me instructions as to my conduct, said the governess coldly. I should not have danced if I had been aware that it was prohibited. I am sorry, Miss London, that you persisted misunderstanding me. Mr. du Brabazon, being in a different social position from yourself, it hardly looked proper that he should have devoted himself to you, more than to any other lady. Did he? I was not aware of it. Don't you think, under the circumstances, that he is the one whom you should take to task? I didn't invite his attentions. You seemed glad to receive them. I was. He is undoubtedly a gentleman. Certainly he is. He is my nephew. It was not my part to instruct him as to what was proper, surely. You are very plausible. Miss London, I think it right to tell you that your conduct was commented upon by one of my lady-guests as unbecoming. However, I will remember, in extenuation, that you are unaccustomed to society and doubtless aired ignorantly. Florence bowed, but forbore to make any remark. Do you wish to speak further to me, Mrs. Layton? No, I think not. Then I will bid you good morning. When the governess had left the house, Mrs. Layton asked herself whether in her encounter with her governess the victory rested with her, and she was forced to acknowledge that it was at least a matter of doubt. Miss London is a faithful teacher, but she does not appear to appreciate the difference that exists between her and my guests. I think, however, that upon reflection she will see that I am right in my stricture upon her conduct. Florence left the house indignant and mortified. It was something new to her to be regarded as a social inferior, and she felt sure that there were many in Mrs. Layton's position who would have seen no harm in her behaviour on the previous evening. Four days afterward, when Florence entered the Madison Avenue car to ride downtown, she had scarcely reached her seat when an eager voice addressed her. Miss London, how fortunate I am in meeting you! Florence looked up and saw Mr. Dubrabazon sitting nearly opposite her. Though she felt an esteem for him, she was sorry to see him. For, with Mrs. Layton's rebuke fresh in her mind, it could only be a source of embarrassment, and, if discovered, subject her in all probability to a fresh reprimand. You were kind to say so, Mr. Dubrabazon. Not at all. I hoped I might meet you again soon. What a pleasant time we had at the party. I thought so at the time, but the next day I changed my mind. Why may I ask? Because your aunt, Mrs. Layton, took me to task for dancing with you twice. Was she so absurd, ejaculated Piercy. It is not necessarily absurd. She said our social positions were so different that it was unbecoming for me to receive attention from you. Rubbish! exclaimed Piercy warmly. I am afraid I ought not to listen to such strictures upon the words of my employer. I wish you didn't have to teach. I can't join you in that wish. I enjoy my work. But you ought to be relieved from the necessity. We must accept things as we find them, said Florence gravely. There is a way out of it, said Piercy quickly. You understand me, do you not? I think I do, Mr. Dubrabazon, and I am grateful to you, but I am afraid it can never be. Piercy remained silent. How far are you going? asked Florence uneasily, for she did not care to have her companion learn where she lived. I intend to get out at 14th Street. Then I must bid you good afternoon, for we are already at 15th Street. If I can be of any service to you, I will ride farther. Thank you, said Florence hastily, but it is quite unnecessary. Then good morning. And Piercy descended from the car. In another part of the car, said a young lady, who listened with sensations far from pleasant to the conversation that had taken place between Florence and Mr. Dubrabazon. It was Emily Carter, whose jealousy had been excited on the evening of the party. She dropped her veil, fearing to be recognized by Mr. Dubrabazon, with whom she was well acquainted. She too had intended getting off at 14th Street, but decided to remain longer in the car. I will find out where that girl lives, she resolved. Her conduct with Piercy Dubrabazon is positively disgraceful. She is evidently doing her best to captivate him. I feel that it is due to Mrs. Layton, who would be shocked at the thought of her nephews making a low alliance, to find out all I can and put her on her guard. She kept her seat, still keeping her veil down, for it was possible that Florence might recognize her. And the car moved steadily onward till it turned into the bowery. Where on earth is she leading me, Ms. Carter asked. I have never been in this neighborhood before. However, it won't do to give up, when I am, perhaps, on the verge of some important discoveries. Still the car sped on. Not far from Grand Street, Florence left the car, followed, though she was unconscious of it, by her aristocratic fellow passenger. Florence stopped a moment to speak to Mrs. O'Keefe at her apple stand. So you're through with your work, Florence. Are you going home? Yes, Mrs. O'Keefe. Then I'll go with you, for I've got a nasty headache, and I'll lay down for an hour. They crossed the street, not noticing the veiled young lady, who followed with an earshot, and listened to their conversation. At length they reached the tenement house. Florence's humble home, and went in. I've learned more than I bargained for, said Emily Carter, in malicious exultation. I am well repaid for coming to this horrid part of the city. I wonder if Mr. Dubrabazon knows where his charmer lives. I will see that Mrs. Layton knows, at any rate.