The Adventures of a Boy ReporterMorrison, Harry Steele
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The Adventures of a Boy Reporter
Morrison, Harry Steele
Reporters and reporting -- Juvenile fiction
He remembered the place where he had stayed with Uncle Henry, but
he knew that this would be too high-priced for his pocketbook, so he
started up the Bowery, where he expected to find some very cheap places.
He didn’t like the looks of the people he met in the street, but
his experiences on the way to New York had taught him not to be too
particular about a little dirt. So when he came to a rickety building
with a sign up, “Beds, ten and fifteen cents,” he immediately went up
the dark, filthy stairway, and found himself in a large room at the top
which served as the “hotel” office. There were rows of chairs in
front of the windows and along the walls, and in the chairs were
the queerest-looking lot of men he had ever seen. He didn’t pay any
attention to them, though, but went up to the seedy individual behind
the desk, and asked him if he could get a bed for the night. “Sure,
Mike,” the man replied, and Archie signed his name in a dirty book with
torn pages. He paid the man ten cents, and asked if he could leave his
bundle while he went outside. “Sure, Mike,” was again his answer, and
the man took his little bundle of necessities and threw them on the
floor behind the counter. When Archie had gone out, a fat man with a
baby face came up and whispered to the clerk. “Anything in the bloke?”
he inquired. “Nit,” said the clerk, “don’t yer see his baggage? Does
it look like there’s anything in it?” And the mysterious conversation
closed, to be continued later in the evening.
CHAPTER VIII.
LOOKING FOR WORK--WASHING DISHES IN A BOWERY RESTAURANT.
AFTER a couple of hours spent in going about the streets, Archie went
into a place where he bought some coffee and rolls for his supper. He
paid only five cents for three sweet rolls and a large cup of coffee
which was not at all bad to taste, and he returned to the lodging-house
on the Bowery feeling better than he had expected to feel when he
started out from the homestead where he spent the previous night, If
he could get a good meal for five or ten cents, and could sleep for ten
cents more, he would have enough to keep him going for some time.
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