XXXIV. ROSE MAKES AN ENEMY, 279 XXXV. A WOMAN'S JEALOUSY, 287 XXXVI. ROSE COMES INTO A FORTUNE, 296 XXXVII. BEN MEETS HIS COUSIN, 305 XXXVIII. M. BOURDON HAS A BAD QUARTER OF AN HOUR, 310 XXXIX. BEN AND HIS UNCLE, 314 XL. CONCLUSION, 319 A BOY'S FORTUNE; OR, THE STRANGE ADVENTURES OF BEN BAKER. CHAPTER I. OLIVER HITCHCOCK'S LUNCH-ROOM. "Wake up there! This is no place to sleep." The speaker was a policeman, the scene was City Hall Park, and the person addressed was a boy of perhaps sixteen, who was reclining on one of the park benches, with a bundle at his side. The officer accompanied his admonition with a shaking which served to arouse the young sleeper. "Is it morning?" asked the boy, drowsily, not yet realizing his situation. "No, it isn't. Don't you know where you are?" "I know now," said the boy, looking about him. "Come, get up, Johnny! This is no place for you," said the officer, not unkindly, for he was a family man, and had a boy of his own not far from the age of the young wayfarer. The boy got up, and looked about him undecidedly. Clearly he did not know where to go. "Are you a stranger in the city?" asked the policeman. "Yes, sir. I only got here this afternoon." "Then you have no place to sleep?" "No." "Haven't you got money enough to go to a hotel? There is Leggett's Hotel, just down Park Row," pointing eastward. "I have a little money, but I can't afford to go to a hotel." "You can go to the Newsboys' Lodging House for six cents." "Where is it?" The officer told him. "I feel hungry. I suppose there isn't any place where I can get supper so late as this?" "Oh, yes! There's one close by. Do you see a light over there?" The officer pointed to a basement opposite the post-office, at the corner of Beekman street and Park Row. "Yes, I see it," answered the boy. "Is it a good place?" "I should say so. Why, that's Oll Hitchcock's. You can't get a better cup of coffee or sandwich anywhere in New York. I often get lunch there myself, when I don't have time to go home." "Thank you for telling me. I'll go over." Ben Baker, for that is the name of our young hero, walked across the street, and descended the steps into the well-known restaurant or lunch-room of Oliver Hitchcock. Open by night as well as by day, there is hardly an hour of the twenty-four in which it is not fairly well patronized, while at times it is thronged. It is a favorite resort for men of all classes--printers, journalists, newsmen--who drop in in the early morning on their way to or from the offices of the great morning papers for their regular supplies--politicians and business men of all kinds.