Out for Business; or, Robert Frost's Strange CareerAlger, Horatio, Jr.
History
Out for Business; or, Robert Frost's Strange Career
Alger, Horatio, Jr.
Chicago (Ill.) -- History -- 19th century -- Juvenile fiction; Self-reliance -- Juvenile fiction; Stepfathers -- Juvenile fiction
"That's my idea," said the miner.
Had the engineer sanctioned this, it would have been done without
further delay, but he was a man of good judgment, and would not
countenance such a proceeding.
"No," he said, "secure them and take them on board the train."
"Come here, boy," said the miner, beckoning to Tommy. "The passengers
owe you something for exposing these infamous rascals. Who will chip
in?"
He took off his hat and dropped in a piece of money. Others followed
suit, and the happy Tommy went away the richer by over thirty dollars.
The two men were secured by a strong cord, and once again boarded the
train as passengers, but under very unfavorable circumstances, and with
gloomy forebodings as to the fate that was in store for them.
As they neared Chicago the miner turned to Robert and asked: "Are you
intending to go to a hotel, my lad?"
Robert hesitated.
"I don't think I can afford it," he said. "I have but little money, and
I don't know how long I may have to wait for work."
"Don't let that worry. I am going to the Palmer House, and will take
you along with me."
"Isn't it a high-priced hotel?"
"Yes, but it will cost you nothing. You can stay with me two or three
days while you are looking around for work."
"You are very kind," said Robert gratefully, "but I am a stranger to
you."
"Not now. I feel as well acquainted with you as if I had known you for
years. I have been poor myself, and it will go hard if Dick Marden
can't take care of a boy who is looking out for a chance to make a
living. Well, youngster, what do you say?"
"I can only say that I accept your offer with gratitude, Mr. Marden."
"That's all right. You may consider me your guardian for the time
being."
Twenty minutes more brought them to the Chicago station.
The hackmen were on hand with their offers of transportation, but the
miner declined.
"I want to unfold myself," he said, "and I reckon I'll walk. My bag
isn't heavy, for I don't carry round a dress suit. I suppose you're
able to walk, Robert?"
"Yes, I would prefer it."
So, unheeding the hackmen, they started for the Palmer House, which was
less than half a mile distant. When Robert came in sight of the hotel,
he was impressed by the large size and handsome appearance of the
structure.
"I shouldn't dare to put up at such a hotel if I were alone," he said
with a smile.
"No, I reckon not. As it is, you are all right. Let us go in."
They walked in to the office.
"I want a room with two beds," said the miner, after registering his
name.
"All right, sir. Front!"
A bell-boy came up at the summons.
"Take this gentleman and his son to 297."
The bell-boy took their bags and preceded them to the elevator.
"Did you hear what the clerk said, Robert? He called you my son."
"Yes, I heard him."
"I haven't chick nor child, and have no right to have, as I never
married, but if I did have a son, you would suit me as well as any boy
I know."
"Thank you, Mr. Marden; I consider that a compliment."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account