Boys -- Fiction; City and town life -- Fiction; Newspaper employees -- Fiction
When the door of Ned's cell fairly closed upon him he could do nothing
but throw himself on the floor in a frenzy of weeping. For a time
he could think only of the disgrace,--the shame to himself and to
his mother. Presently ideas more practical, more immediate in their
effects, usurped this sentiment. He remembered her desolation,--her
destitution. His wages would be lost to the little family while he was
locked up here,--for how long,--oh, for how long! If they would only
let him work,--on his wages had he and his mother lived,--if they only
would let him work for his mother, he would care for nothing besides.
He broke once more into loud cries and sobs. How could the little
household live without him and his weekly wage! They would starve--they
would die! He beat as frantically as futilely on the door. He tried the
strong bars at the window till every muscle in his arms ached.
When exhaustion brought calmness at last, he sat down and tried to
think quietly of what could be done. He entertained now no intention
of appealing to his father's old patrons to whom he had contemplated
applying for counsel, for guidance, in a difficult emergency. Now,
as he was tarnished by an actual criminal charge, he knew they would
look askance upon him. He was aware that his mother had never, in her
most stringent financial needs, considered seeking for help or charity
from them, and hence he judged the tie was not of a kind that might
justify money aid. His father's name, for old sake's sake, Ned had
fancied might warrant an appeal for advice, but he knew it would be
futile as an urgency to them to risk money or to go upon his bond, and
naturally so! If those who were acquainted with him personally could
not venture thus, how could he expect it from strangers in effect, who
had known his father indeed, but in humble guise and long ago, and
whose attention could be brought now to Ned himself, only as a most
precocious suspect of crime? He did not blame even the dude reporter
for declining, but was grateful to him for the good word he had taken
the trouble to say.
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