Ben, the Luggage Boy; Or, Among the Wharves — John Shaqi
Ben, the Luggage Boy; Or, Among the WharvesAlger, Horatio, Jr.
History
Ben, the Luggage Boy; Or, Among the Wharves
Alger, Horatio, Jr.
New York (N.Y.) -- History -- Fiction; Runaways -- Fiction
"Well, that'll be more'n enough to buy your dinner."
"How much do you make in a day?" asked Ben.
"Sometimes over a dollar."
"You ought to lay up money, then."
Rough and Ready shook his head.
"I have to pay everything over to my mother," he said. "It's little
enough to support a family."
"Doesn't your father earn anything?"
"My _step_-father," repeated the other, emphasizing the first syllable.
"No, he doesn't earn much, and what he does earn, he spends for rum. We
could do a great deal better without him," he continued.
Ben began to see that he had a much easier task before him in supporting
himself, than his new friend in supplying the wants of a family of four;
for Mr. Martin, his step-father, did not scruple to live partially on
the earnings of his step-son, whose industry should have put him to
shame.
"I guess I'll go home a little while," said Rough and Ready. "I'll see
you again this afternoon."
Left to himself, Ben began to walk around with an entirely different
feeling from that which he experienced the day before. He had one dollar
and twenty cents in his pocket; not all of it his own, but the greater
part of it his own earnings. Only twenty-four hours before his prospects
seemed very dark. Now he had found friends, and he had also learned how
to help himself.
As he was walking down Nassau Street, he suddenly espied, a little
distance ahead, the reporter who had done him such an important service
the day before.
He quickened his pace, and speedily came up with him.
"Good-morning," said he, by way of calling the reporter's attention.
"Good-morning," responded the reporter, not at first recognizing him.
"I'm ready to pay the money you lent me yesterday," said Ben.
"Oh, you're the boy I set up in business yesterday. Well, how have you
made out?"
"Pretty well," said Ben, with satisfaction. "Here's the money you lent
me;" and he drew out fifty cents, and offered it to the young man.
"But have you got any money left?" inquired the reporter.
Ben displayed the remainder of his money, mentioning the amount.
"You've succeeded capitally. Where did you sleep last night?"
"At the Newsboys' Lodge."
"That's better than sleeping out. I begin to think, my young friend, you
must have a decided business talent. It isn't often a new boy succeeds
so well."
Ben was pleased with this compliment, and made a new offer of the money,
which the young man had not yet taken.
"I don't know as I had better take this money," said the reporter; "you
may need it."
"No," said Ben, "I've got enough to keep me along."
"You've got to get dinner."
"That won't cost me more than twenty-five cents; then I shall have
forty-five to buy papers this afternoon."
"Well," said the young man, "if you don't need it, I will take it; but
on one condition."
"What is that?" asked Ben.
"That if you get hard up at any time, you will come to me, and I will
help you out."
"Thank you," said Ben, gratefully. "You are very kind."
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