WAIT AND HOPE
or A Plucky Boy's Luck
by Horatio Alger, JR.
New York Book Company
Table of Contents
I - Ben and His Aunt
II - Three Situations
III - At Lovell's Grounds
IV - The Boys' Race
V - Ben Wins Again
VI - Mr. Dobson's Visit
VII - Ben Gets Employment
VIII - Deacon Sawyer's Liberality
IX - Mr. Manning's Proposal
X - Ben's Journey
XI - In New York
XII - An Adventure
XIII - A Curious Old Lady
XIV - Prof. Crane, The Phrenologist
XV - An Old Convert to Phrenology
XVI - Ben's Loss
XVII - The Strange Captor
XVIII - The Envelope
XIX - The Prize for Scholarship
XX - Before the Battle
XXI - Ben Wins at School
XXII - Sam's Revenge
XXIII - The Decoy Letter
XXIV - Ben Arrives in Boston
XXV - Sam Gives Himself Away
XXVI - Ben Finds a Boarding-Place
XXVII - Sam Attempts Strategy
XXVIII - Sam Praises Ben
XXIX - The Cunard Steamer
XXX - Sam Is Improved By Adversity
XXXI - Clouds in the Sky
XXXII - The Blow Falls
XXXIII - Ben Receives a Commission
XXXIV - Solomon Brief
XXXV - John Tremlett
XXXVI - A Surprising Discovery
XXXVII - The Dead Alive
XXXVIII - Conclusion
Ben and His Aunt
Five o'clock sounded from the church clock, and straightway the
streets of Milltown were filled with men, women, and children
issuing from the great brick factories huddled together at one
end of the town. Among these, two boys waked in company, James
Watson and Ben Bradford. They were very nearly of an age, James
having just passed his fifteenth birthday, and Ben having nearly
Both boys looked sober. Why, will appear from their
"It's rather hard to get out of a job just now," said James.
"Why couldn't the superintendent discharge somebody else?"
"I suppose it's all right," said Ben. "We were taken on last, and
we haven't as much claim to remain as those that have been in
the mill longer."
"I don't believe there was any need of discharging anybody,"
"You know business is very dull," said Ben, who was more
considerate, "and I hear they have been losing money."
"Oh, well, they can stand it," said James.
"So can you," said Ben. "Your father is pretty well off, and
you won't suffer."
"Oh, I shall have enough to eat, and so on; but I shan't have
any spending money, and I can't get a new suit, as I expected to
"I wish that was all I had to fear," said Ben; "but you know how
it is with me. I don't see how Aunt Jane is going to get along
without my earnings."
"Oh, you'll get along somehow," said James carelessly, for he
did not care enough about other people's prospects to discuss
"Yes, I guess so," said Ben, more cheerfully. "There's no use
in worrying. Wait and Hope—that's my motto."
"You have to wait a thundering long time sometimes," said James.
"Well, good night. Come round and see me to-morrow. You'll
have plenty of time."
"I don't know about that. I must look up something to do."
"I shan't. I am going to wait till the superintendent takes me
on again. There's one comfort. I can lie abed as long as I want
to. I won't be tied to the factory bell."
The house which James entered was a good-sized two-story house,
with an ample yard, and a garden behind it. His father kept a
dry-goods store in Milltown, and was generally considered
well-to-do. James entered the mill, not because he was obliged
to, but because he wanted to have a supply of money in his
pocket. His father allowed him to retain all of his wages,
requiring him only to purchase his own clothes. As he was paid
five dollars a week, James was able to clothe himself with half
his income, and reserve the rest for spending-money. He was very
fond of amusements, and there was no circus, concert, or other
entertainment in Milltown which he did not patronize.
Ben kept on his way, till he reached the small house where his
aunt lived, and which had been his own home ever since his
parents died, when he was but five years of age. Two years
before, Mr. Reuben Bradford, his uncle, died, and since then
the family had been supported chiefly by Ben's wages in the mill.
His aunt got some sewing to do, but her earnings were comparatively small.
There was one thing Ben dreaded, and that was, to tell his aunt
about his loss of employment. He knew how she would take it.
She was apt to be despondent, and this news would undoubtedly
depress her. As for Ben, he was of a sanguine, cheerful
temperament, and always ready to look at the bright side, if there
was any bright side at all.
His little cousin Tony, seven years old, ran out to meet him.
"What makes you late, Ben?" he asked.
"I am not so very late, Tony," answered Ben, taking the little
"Yes you are; it's half-past five o'clock, and supper's been
ready quarter of an hour."
"I see how it is, Tony. You are hungry, and that has made you
tired of waiting."
"No, I am not, but I wanted you to come home. It's always
pleasanter when you are at home."
"I am glad you like my company. Good evening, Aunt Jane."
"Good evening, Ben. Sit right down at the table."
"Wait till I've washed my hands, aunt. I came home by Mr.
Watson's, and that made me a little longer. Have you heard
Ben asked this, thinking it possible that his aunt had already
heard of the discharge of some of the factory hands; but her
answer satisfied him that she had not.
"Butter's a cent higher a pound," said Mrs. Bradford. "I declare,
things seem to be going up all the time. Thirsty-five cents a
pound! It really seems sinful to ask such a price."
"I wish that wasn't the worst of it," thought Ben.
"I'm afraid even at twenty-five cents it will be hard for us to
pay for butter, if I don't get something to do soon."
"I guess I won't tell Aunt Jane till after supper," Ben decided.
"After a good cup of tea, perhaps it won't make her feel so
So he ate his supper, chatting merrily with his little cousin all
the time, just as if he had nothing on his mind. Even his aunt
smiled from time to time at his nonsense, catching the contagion
of his cheerfulness.
"I wish you'd split a little wood for me, Ben," said Mrs. Bradford,
as our hero rose from the supper table. "I've had some ironing to
do this afternoon, and that always takes off the fuel faster."
"All right, Aunt Jane," said Ben.
"I guess I'll wait till I've finished the wood before telling her,"
thought Ben. "It won't be any worse than now."
Tony went into the woodshed, to keep him company, and his aunt
prepared to clear away the supper dishes.
She had scarcely commenced upon this when a knock was heard at
the door. The visitor proved to be old Mrs. Perkins, a great-aunt
of James Watson, who was an inveterate gossip. Her great delight
was to carry news from one house to another.
"How do you do, Mrs. Bradford?" she began. "I was just passin' by,
and thought I'd come in a minute."
"I am very glad to see you, Mrs. Perkins. Won't you have a cup of
"No thank you. The fact is, I've just took tea at my nephew
Watson's. There I heard the news, and I couldn't help comin' right
round and sympathizin' with you."
"Sympathizing with me! What for?" asked Mrs. Bradford, amazed.
On general principles, she felt that she stood in need of sympathy,
but her visitor's tone seemed to hint at something in particular.
"It ain't possible you haven't heard the news?" ejaculated Mrs.
Perkins, feeling that she was indeed in luck, to have it in her
power to communicate such important intelligence to one who had
not heard of it.
"I hope it isn't anything about Ben," said Mrs. Bradford alarmed.
"Yes, I may say it is something about Benjamin," answered Mrs.
Perkins, nodding in a tantalizing manner.
"He hasn't got into any scrape, has he? He hasn't done anything
wrong, has he?" asked Aunt Jane startled.
"No, poor child!" sighed the old lady. "That's the wust on't. It
ain't what he has done; it's because he won't have anything to do."
"For mercy's sakes, tell me what you mean, Mrs. Perkins."
"Hasn't Benjamin told you that he's lost his place at the factory?"
"Is this true, Mrs. Perkins?" asked Mrs. Bradford, turning pale.
"Yes, business is dull and fifty men and boys have been turned off.
James Watson and your Benjamin are among them."
"Ben never told me anything about it," faltered Mrs. Bradford.
"Heaven only knows what we shall do."
"Oh, I guess you'll get along someway," said Mrs. Perkins,
complacently. She was not herself affected, having sufficient
property to live upon. "Well, I must be going," said the old lady,
anxious to reach the next neighbor, and report how poor Mrs.
Bradford took it. "Don't you be too much worried. The Lord
"I am afraid we shall all starve," thought Mrs. Bradford mournfully.
She opened the shed door, and said: "Ben, is it true that you've
lost your place at the mill?"
"Yes, aunt," answered Ben. "Who told you?"
"Old Mrs. Perkins. Why didn't you tell me before?"
"There's no hurry about bad news, aunt."
"I am afraid we'll all have to go to the poorhouse," said Aunt Jane,
"Perhaps we may, but we'll see what else we can do first. Wait and
Hope, aunt—that's my motto."
Mrs. Bradford shook her heard mournfully.
"I don't mind it so much for myself," she said; "but I can't help
thinking of you and Tony."
"Tony and I are coming out all right. There's lots of ways of making
money, aunt. Just do as I do—'Wait and Hope.'"
Before going further it may be as well to explain exactly how the
Bradfords were situated. To begin with, they had no rent to pay.
The small house in which they lived belonged to an old bachelor
uncle of Mrs. Bradford, living in Montreal, and all they were
required to do was to pay the taxes, which amounted to very little,
not more than twelve dollars a year. Ben had earned at the factory
five dollars a week, and his aunt averaged two. To some readers
it may seem remarkable that three persons could live and clothe
themselves on seven dollars a week; but Mrs. Bradford was a
good manager, and had not found the problem a difficult one.
Now, however, the question promised to become more difficult. If
Ben found nothing to do, the family would be reduced to two dollars
a week, and to live comfortably on that small sum might well appal
the most skilful financier.
Ben woke up early, and immediately began to consider the situation.
His motto was "Wait and Hope"; but he knew very well that he must
work while he was waiting and hoping, otherwise he would differ very
little from the hopeful Micawber, who was always waiting for
something to turn up.
"Aunt Jane," he said, after a frugal breakfast, over which Mrs.
Bradford presided with an uncommonly long face, "how much
money have you got on hand? I want to know just how we
Mrs. Bradford opened her pocketbook with a sigh, and produced
two one-dollar bills and thirty-seven cents in change.
"There's only that between us and starvation," she said mournfully.
"Well, that's something," said Ben cheerfully. "Isn't it, Tony?"
"It's a lot of money," said the inexperienced Tony. "I never had so
much in all my life."
"There, somebody thinks you are rich, Aunt Jane," laughed Ben.
"What should the poor child know of household expenses?" said
"To be sure. Only we may get some money before that is used up.
They owe me at the factory for half a week—two dollars and a half.
I shall get it Saturday night. We won't starve for a week, you see."
"Where are you going, Ben?" asked Tony; "won't you stay and play
"I can't, Tony. I must go out, and see if I can find something to do."
Milltown was something more than a village. In fact, it had been
incorporated two years before as a city, having the requisite number
of inhabitants. The main street was quite city-like, being lined with
"I wonder if I can't get a change in a store," thought Ben. So he made
his way to the principal street, and entered the first store he came
to—a large dry-goods store.
Entering, he addressed himself to a small, thin man, with an aquiline
nose, who seemed to have a keen scent for money.
"What can I do for you, young man?" he asked, taking Ben for a customer.
"Can you give me a place in your store?" asked Ben.
The small man's expression changed instantly.
"What do you know of the dry-goods trade?" he inquired.
"Nothing at present, but I could learn," answered our hero.
"Then, I'll make you an offer."
Ben brightened up.
"If you come into the store for nothing the first year, I'll give you
two dollars a week the second."
"Do you take me for a man of property?" asked Ben, disgusted.
The small man replied with a shrill, creaking laugh, sounding like the
grating of a rusty hinge.
"Isn't that fair?" he asked. "You didn't expect to come in as partner
first thing, did you?"
"No, but I can't work for nothing."
"Then—lemme see—I'll give you fifty cents a week for the first year,
and you can take it out in goods."
"No, thank you," answered Ben. "I couldn't afford it."
As he went out of the store, he heard another grating laugh, and the
remark: "That's the way to bluff 'em off. I offered him a place, and
he wouldn't take it."
Ben was at first indignant, but then his sense of humor got the better
of his anger, and he said to himself: "Well, I've been offered a
position, anyway, and that's something. Perhaps I shall have better
luck at the next place."
The next place happened to be a druggist's. The druggist, a tall man,
with scanty black locks, was compounding some pills behind the counter.
Ben was not bashful, and he advanced at once, and announced his
"Don't you want a boy?" he asked.
The druggist smiled.
"I've got three at home," he answered. "I really don't think I should
like to adopt another."
"I'm not in the market for adoption," said Ben, smiling. "I want to get
into some store to learn the business."
"Have you any particular fancy for the druggist's business?" asked the
"No, sir, I can't say that I have."
"I never took much, but enough to know that I don't like it."
"Then I am afraid you wouldn't do for experiment clerk."
"Oh, it his duty to try all the medicines, to make sure there are no
wrong ingredients in them—poison, for instance."
"I am afraid I shouldn't like that," said Ben.
"You don't know till you've tried. Here's a pill now. Suppose you
take that, and tell me how you like it."
The druggist extended to Ben a nauseous-looking pill, nearly as large
as a bullet. He had made it extra large, for Ben's special case.
"No, I thank you," said Ben, with a contortion of the face; "I know I
wouldn't do for experiment clerk. Don't you need any other clerk?
Couldn't I learn to mix medicines?"
"Well, you see, there would be danger at first—to the customers, I
mean. You might poison somebody, and then I would be liable for
damages. If you will get somebody to sign a bond, forfeiting ten
thousand dollars in any such case, I might consider your application."
"I don't think I could find any such person," said Ben.
"Then I am afraid I can't employ you. You are quite sure you don't
want to be experiment clerk?"
"And swallow your medicines? I guess not. Good morning."
"Good morning. If you want any pills, you will know where to come."
"I would rather go where they make 'em smaller," said Ben.
Ben and the druggist both laughed, and the former left the shop.
"That's the second situation I have been offered today," soliloquized
our hero. "They were not very desirable, either one of them, to be
sure, but it shows there's an opening for me somewhere."
The next was a cigar store.
"I might as well go in," thought Ben.
A little hump-backed man was behind the counter.
"Want to hire a boy?" asked Ben.
"Are you the boy?"
"What can you do?"
"I am willing to do anything."
The hunchback grinned.
"Then perhaps I can give you a situation. Will you work for three
dollars a week?"
"That will do, with strict economy," he thought, "till the factory takes
me on again."
"I'll come for a few weeks, at that rate," he said.
"But perhaps you won't like your duties," said the hunchback,
grinning in a curious manner.
"What would be my duties?"
"I should paint you red, and have you stand outside the door, as an
Indian," was the answer.
Ben didn't relish the joke.
"You'd better take that position yourself," he retorted. "Nobody'd
know the difference."
"Get out!" roared the cigar dealer angrily.
Ben left at once.
"That's the third situation I've been offered," he said: "I'd give 'em
all three for a decent one."
At Lovell's Grounds
On the way home Ben met James Watson.
"How are you, James?" he said. "What have you been doing this morning?"
"The fact is," he said, "I have only just got up and had my breakfast."
"I don't see how you can lie abed so late."
"Oh, I can do it just as easy. I guess I was born sleepy."
"You look so," retorted Bed, with a laugh.
"What have you been doing?" inquired James lazily.
"I've been about in search of a place."
"You have!" said James, with sudden interest. "Did you find any?"
"Yes, I found three."
"What!" exclaimed James, in surprise.
"I was offered three places."
"Which did you take?"
"I didn't take any; I didn't like them."
"You are too particular, Ben. Just tell me where they are; I'll accept
"All right!" said Ben. "I'll give you all the information you require.
The first is a dry-goods store."
"I'd like to be in a dry-goods store. What's the pay?"
"Fifty cents a week for the first year."
"Faugh!" ejaculated James, disgusted. "What's the second place?"
"Experiment clerk at the druggist's."
"I don't know."
"What are the duties?"
"To taste all the medicines, to make sure there's no poison in them.
The druggist offered me a pill, to begin with, about as large as my
"I wouldn't take it for a hundred dollars a week. What's the third?"
"In a cigar store. The pay is three dollars a week."
"That's better than nothing. Where is it? I guess I'll take it."
"I don't think you'll like the duties," said Ben, laughing.
"I wouldn't mind selling cigars."
"That isn't what you're wanted for. You are to be painted red, and
stand outside as an Indian."
"That's the worst yet. I don't wonder you didn't take any of those
chances. What are you going to do this afternoon?"
"Try and find some more places."
"Leave that till tomorrow. You know there's going to be a big picnic
at Lovell's Grounds, with all sorts of athletic sports. There are prizes
for wrestling, jumping, and so on."
"I would like it well enough, but I can't afford to go."
"There'll be nothing to pay. Father subscribed for two tickets, so I've
got a spare one. Come, will you go?"
"Yes, I will, and thank you."
"Then come round to the house as soon as you've got through dinner."
"All right! I'll come."
"I suppose you haven't found a place?" said Mrs. Bradford when Ben
"I don't know what's going to become of us if you don't," said Aunt
"Don't get discouraged so quick, aunt. I've only been looking round
one forenoon. Besides, I've been offered a place, and declined it."
"Declined it! What could you have been thinking of?"
Ben then told his aunt of the place at the druggist's. He thought he
would not mention the others.
"If you'd taken it, we might have got our medicine cheaper," said
Aunt Jane, who did not comprehend a joke, and understood the
"I should have got mine for nothing," said Ben, laughing, "and more
than I wanted, too."
"What pay would you get?"
"I didn't ask. The first pill the druggist offered me was too much for
me. So I respectfully declined the position."
"Pills are excellent for the constitution," said Mrs. Bradford, in a
rather reproachful tone. "I never could get you to take them,
Benjamin. Some day you'll lose your life, perhaps, because you are
so set against them."
"I can't say I hanker after them, aunt," said Ben good humoredly.
"However, you see, I might have had a place, so you mustn't get
discouraged so quick."
"Will you stay at home this afternoon, Ben?" asked little Tony.
"I can't Tony; I have an engagement with James Watson. Aunt Jane,
if I am late to supper, don't be frightened."
Ben found James ready and waiting. They set out at once.
Lovell's Grounds were situated a mile and a half away; they
comprised several acres, sloping down to a pond, which was
provided with pleasure boats. The grounds were frequently
hired by parties from neighboring towns, having been fitted up
especially for the enjoyment of a crowd. To-day they were
engaged by a young people's association, and the program
included, among other things, some athletic sports.
The grounds were pretty well filled when the two boys arrived. In
fact, the performance had already commenced.
"You're just in time for the fun, boys," said George Herman, a
mutual acquaintance, coming up to meet them.
"Why, what's up George?"
"There is to be a fat man's race of two hundred yards, for a prize of
"Who are going to enter?"
"Tom Hayden, the landlord of the Milltown House, and Jim
Morrison, the tailor. One weighs two hundred and fifty, the other
two hundred and forty-three."
"Good!" laughed Ben. "That will be fun. Where do they start from?"
"There! Don't you see that chalk-mark? And there come the men."
There was a level track laid out, extending two hundred yards, which
was used for such occasions, and this was one of the attractive
features of Lovell's Grounds.
The two men advanced to the starting-line, each accoutered for the
race. They had divested themselves of their coats, and stood in
shirt-sleeves, breathing hard already, in anticipation of the race.
Their bulky forms appeared to great advantage, and excited
considerable amusement. Tom Hayden, who was rather the heavier
of the two, had encircled his waist with a leather strap, which
confined it almost as closely as a young lady's waist. This was by
advice of Frank Jones, a young fellow noted as a runner.
"I don't think I can stand it, Frank," said Hayden, gasping for breath.
"Oh, yes, you can, Mr. Hayden. You'll see how it will help you."
"I can hardly breathe. You've got it too tight."
Frank Jones loosened it a little, and then turned to Morrison.
"Won't you have a girdle, too, Mr. Morrison?" he asked.
"Not much. I don't want to be suffocated before I start. Have you
made your will, Hayden?"
"Not yet, I will make it after I have won the prize."
"Are you ready, gentlemen?" asked Frank Jones, who officiated as
"As ready as I ever expect to be," answered Hayden, trying to draw a
long breath, and failing.
"Then, start at the word three. One! Two! Three!"
Amid shouts of applause, the two fat men started. It cannot be said
they started like arrows from the bow, but they certainly exerted
themselves uncommonly. Their faces grew red with the efforts they
made, and their colossal legs hurried over the ground as fast as could
reasonably be expected.
"I could beat them easily," said James Watson.
"Of course you could. Just wait till you've got as much to carry.
Look! there's Morrison down!"
It was true. Somehow one of Morrison's legs entangled with the
other, and he tumbled and rolled over and over.
"Go in and win, Hayden!" shouted fifty voices to his gasping competitor.
About seventy-five yards remained to be traversed. It look as if
Hayden could win the race with opposition. But he was quite out of
breath. He pressed both hands on his stomach, stopped, and
deliberately sat down on the track.
"Don't give it up!" yelled the crowd. "Keep on, and the prize is
"I can't," gasped Hayden, "and I wouldn't for five times the prize. I
don't want it."
So the prize was not awarded, but the crowd had their fun, and the
two fat competitors sat down together to rest under a tree. They did
not recover from their efforts for at least an hour.
"Is there to be a boys' race?" asked Ben.
"Yes, the boys' race is next in order. You'd better enter."
"I will," said Ben. "What's the prize?"
Ben's eyes sparkled.
"If I could only win it," he thought, "it would be equal to a week's
pay at the factory."
The Boys' Race
Ben felt that his chances of winning the prize were very good. Among
his schoolmates he was distinguished for his superiority in all athletic
sports. He could jump farther and run faster than any of the boys of
his age; and this was a ground of hope. On the other hand, he could
not tell how many contestants there might be. He had measured
himself against the boys of his acquaintance; but there were hundreds
of other boys in the city, and among them it was quite possible that
there might be one who surpassed him. However, Ben was always
hopeful, and determined to do his best to win.
One of the committee now came forward and announced the boys'
race. The distance was to be the same, the prize five dollars, and
there was a limitation of age. No boy over seventeen years of age
was permitted to enter.
"Are you going to compete, James?" asked Ben.
"I guess not. I don't stand any chance against you."
"I don't know about that. I might stumble or give out."
"I should like the five dollars well enough."
"Then enter your name."
"Well, I will. I may as well try."
So Ben and James were the first to enter their names.
"Are you coming in, George?" asked Ben of George Herman.
"No; I lamed myself in jumping yesterday, and am not in condition;
my brother, Frank, is going to enter. Of course he won't stand any
chance, for he is too young."
The next to put down his name was Radford Kelso.
"You can't run, Radford. You're too fat," said George Cormack.
"You're as fat as I am," retorted Radford. "I stand as much chance
Next came Arthur Clark and Frank Jones, both tall and long of limb,
and looking as if they might be dangerous rivals. Both were strangers
"I am afraid one of those fellows will outrun me," said Ben, aside, to
"They are taller, but perhaps they can't hold out as well."
"But the course is only two hundred yards," said Ben; "that is against
Just then the announcement was made, on behalf of the committee,
that the distance would be increased to three hundred yards, and that
there would be a second race of a hundred and fifty yards for boys
under fourteen, the prize being two dollars and a half.
"Frank," said George Herman to his brother, "you had better wait
and enter the second race."
"I think I will and here is Charlie. He can go in, too."
Edward Kemp, Harry Jones and George Huntingdon next entered
their names for the first race. The list was about to be declared
complete, when an active, well-made youth advanced, and expressed
a wish to compete. He had just reached the grounds, and learned
that a race was to be run. He gave his name as John Miles, from
"Who is he, George? Do you know him?" asked Ben.
"I believe he is visiting some friends in Milltown."
"He looks as if he might run."
"He is well made for running. The question is, has he had any
"That's going to decide the matter."
"Take your places, boys!"
At the order, the contestants, whose names have already been given,
took their places in line.
John Miles glanced carelessly and rather contemptuously at his rivals.
"I'll show them how to run," he said.
"You are very kind," said Frank Jones, who stood next to him. "We
never saw anybody run, you know."
"I have practiced running in a gymnasium," said Miles pompously.
"Running is the same all the world over."
"Perhaps it is; but I run on scientific principles."
Frank Jones laughed.
"You are very condescending to run with us, then."
"Oh, I go in for all the fun I can get."
"I suppose you expect to win the prize?"
"Of course I do. Who is there to prevent? You don't pretend to
run, do you?"
"Well, I've always supposed I could run a little, though I have never
run in a gymnasium; but there are better runners here than I. That
boy"—pointing to Ben—"is said to be a good runner."
"He!" said John Miles contemptuously. "Why, I'm a head taller than
he. He's a mere baby."
"Well, we shall see."
Time was called, and the signal to start was given.
The boys started almost simultaneously; Arthur Clark was fastening
a girdle about his waist, and that delayed him a little. For a few rods
all the boys kept pretty well together. Then three gradually drew
away from the rest. These three were John Miles, Frank Jones, and
Ben Bradford. Arthur Clark was just behind, but his loss at the start
put him at a disadvantage.
When the race was half over, John Miles led, while, fifteen feet
behind, Ben Bradford and Frank Jones were doing their best to
overtake him. John Miles wore upon his face the complacent smile
of assured victory.
At two hundred yards, Frank and Ben had partially closed the gap
between themselves and John Miles. Intent though he was on his
own progress, Ben had leisure to observe that Miles was beginning
to lose ground. It seemed clear that he was inferior to Ben in
"There is hope for me yet," thought Ben. "I am not in the least tired.
Toward the end I will put on a spurt, and see if I can't snatch the
victory from him."
"Go in and win!" exclaimed Frank Jones. "You're got more wind
than I. Don't let a stranger carry off the prize."
"Not if I can help it," said Ben.
He was now but four feet behind John, and there were fifty yards to
For the first time, John Miles became apprehensive. He turned his
head sufficiently to see that the boy whom he had considered
beneath his notice was almost at his heels.
"I can't let a baby like that beat me," he said to himself, and he
tried to increase the distance by a spurt. He gained a temporary
advantage, but lost more in the end, for the attempt exhausted his
strength, and compelled him to slacken his speed farther on.
Twenty yards from the goal the two rivals were neck and neck.
"Now for my spurt!" said Ben to himself.
He gathered himself up, and darted forward with all the strength that
was in him. He gained six feet upon his rival, which the latter tried
in vain to make up.
The excitement was intense. Popular sympathy was with Ben. He
was known to be a Milltown boy, while John Miles was a stranger.
"Put on steam, Milltown!" shouted the crowd.
"Hurrah for Boston!" called out two personal friends of John Miles.
Ben crossed the line seven feet in advance of John, amid shouts of
Frank Jones came in an easy third, and Arthur Clark ranked fourth.
"I congratulate you," said Frank to Ben, who stood, flushed and
pleased, at the goal. "You've won the prize fairly."
John Miles stood by, mortified and sullen.
"Better luck next time!" said Frank Jones. "You see we know a little
"I should have won easily enough if I hadn't had a sudden attack of
cramp," said John grumbling.
"You didn't run as if you had the cramp."
"You say so, because you don't know how fast I can run. I didn't
run at all this morning."
"That's unlucky. I wanted to see some real running."
"I should like to run the race over again," said John.
"Of course, you can't for the prize has been won."
"I don't care about the prize. I've got money enough."
"I haven't," said Ben; "I care more for the money than the victory."
"Look here!" said John. "I'll put up five dollars myself, if you'll run
with me again."
"You will?" exclaimed Ben, his eyes sparkling.
"Yes, I will."
"And you won't ask me to put up anything?"
"Then I'll run if the committee will let me."
A ready permission was obtained from the committee; but it was
stipulated that the younger boys should have their race first. To this
both contestants readily agreed, since it would give them a chance to
recover from the fatigue of the race they had just engaged in.
Ben Wins Again
"I am very glad you won," said Frank Jones, in a low voice.
"Thank you; so am I," answered Ben, smiling.
"Of course I should have preferred to win myself," continued Frank
candidly; "but, as I saw that it lay between you and John Miles, I
sided with you."
"Do you know Miles?"
"No, but I spoke with him just as the race began. I saw that he felt
sure of winning. He boasted that he had practiced running at a
gymnasium in Boston."
"Then I wonder he didn't beat me."
"He would on a short race; but your wind is better."
"I am glad to win, for the sake of the money," said Ben. "I have lost
my place at the factory, and my aunt depends on my earnings."
"Then I am glad for you," said Frank. "I didn't need the money
myself. If I had won, I would have given it to you, knowing your
"You are very kind," said Ben gratefully.
"You may win another five dollars. I hope you will."
"It will be rather hard on John Miles to lose two races and his
"You needn't consider that. If I judge him rightly, he has self-conceit
enough to carry him through a dozen defeats. He will have some
excuse ready, you may be sure. He says he lost the first race by a
sudden cramp. He has not more cramp than I."
"There are little boys in line," said Ben. "I recognize Frank and
Charlie Herman. Do you know the others?"
"I know nearly all. Next to Charlie Herman are Aleck Gale, Johnny
Clarke, little Vanderhoef, Brooks Gulager, and Charlie Boyd. The
end boy is Charlie Snedeker."
"Who will win?"
"One of the Hermans, probably."
The prediction proved correct.
Charles Herman can in first, leading his brother by a few feet.
"You ought to divide the prize with me, Charlie," said Frank. "I didn't
like to beat my older brother, or I would have run ahead of you."
"You didn't seem to hold back much," said Charlie. "However, I will
be generous and give you a dollar. It will be all in the family."
Proclamation was now made that a supplementary race would be
run, for a prize of five dollars, offered by John Miles, the contestants
being John Miles and Ben Bradford. The distance by request of
Miles, was diminished to two hundred yards. John was shrewd
enough to see that the shorter distance was more favorable to
himself. Defeat had not diminished his good opinion of himself,
not increased his respect for Ben.
"You gained the race by an accident," he said to Ben, as they stood
side by side, waiting for the signal.
"Perhaps I did," replied Ben good-humoredly; "all I can say is that it
was a lucky accident for me."
"Of course it was. You don't think you can run as fast as I can?"
"I can't tell yet. I will do my best."
"You will have to. I have practiced running in a Boston gymnasium."
"Then you have the advantage of me."
"Of course I have. Besides, I am taller than you."
"For all that, I mean to win your five dollars if I can."
"My money is safe enough. I don't concern myself about that."
"He has a tolerably comfortable opinion of himself," thought Ben; "I
begin to want to beat him for something else than the money."
The signal was given, and the boys started.
As in the first race, John Miles soon took the lead. He was nearly
three inches taller than Ben. Naturally, his legs were longer, and this
was an advantage. Again he put forth all his strength at once; Ben,
on the other hand, reserved his strength for the close of the contest.
When the race was half over, John Miles was probably twenty feet
"Boston, will win this time," said Arthur Clark. "See how much Miles
"I am not so sure of that," said George Herman. "I know Ben
Bradford. He is very strong, and can hold out well. Miles is using
himself up. Do you see how he is panting?"
This was true. In spite of all his training, John Miles had never been
able to overcome a shortness of breath which was constitutional with
him. It was telling upon him now.
Foot by foot Ben gained upon him. It was the first race over again.
Toward the finish he overtook him, and a final spurt won the
race—with John Miles full ten feet behind.
"Have I won fairly?" asked our her, turning to John.
"That confounded cramp caught me again," said John sullenly. "If it
hadn't been for that, you couldn't have beaten me."
"That was unlucky for you."
"I could beat you by twenty-five yards if I felt all right."
"Boasting is easy," thought Ben, but he did not say it. He felt in too
good humor over his second victory.
"We may have a chance to run again some time when you are in
better condition," he said cheerfully.
"Maybe so," answered John dubiously. He felt that he had had
enough of running against Ben.
Ben's acquaintances gathered about him, and congratulated him
over his double victory. Boys whom he did not know sought an
introduction, and he found himself quite a lion.
John Miles returned to the two boys who had accompanied him,
and began to apologize for his want of success.
"I was awfully unlucky," he said. "I suppose that fellow thinks,
because he has beaten me twice when I had the cramp, that he is
a better runner than I am. Just see those fellows crowding
around him! I suppose he will strut like a turkey-cock."
But this was doing injustice to Ben. He certainly had reason to feel
pleased with his success; for it not only brought him a sum equal to
two weeks' wages at the factory, but he received the congratulations
of the boys so modestly that he won the good opinion of many who
had hitherto been strangers to him.
"By George, Ben, you've done well," said James Watson. "I just wish
I were in your place."
"I owe my good luck to you, James."
"How is that?"
"You invited me to come here. I shouldn't have come but for you."
"I am glad of it, Ben. From what you tell me, the money'll come in
"Indeed it will, James."
"It would come in handy to me, too, but you need it more."
Ben was summoned before the committee of the picnic, and asked
whether he preferred to take his prizes in money or in the form of a
"In money," he said promptly.
"The medal would always remind you of your victory."
"They wouldn't receive it at a grocery store," said Ben.
"Then you are a family man?" said a member of the committee, smiling.
"Yes," said Ben; "I've got an aunt and cousin to provide for."
The money was accordingly placed in his hands. Two five-dollar
greenbacks were a rich reward for his afternoon's exertions, he
"I wish I could earn as much money every day," he thought.
"We would have no trouble then about getting along."
About half-past four o'clock, Ben and James left the picnic grounds,
and started on their way home. They had occasion to pass the cigar
store where Ben had been offered employment. The proprietor was
standing at the door.
"Have you made up your mind to accept my offer?" he asked
"You don't offer enough," said Ben.
"Isn't three dollars a week enough for a boy like you?"
"Since I last saw you I've earned ten dollars," answered Ben.
"You have!" exclaimed the cigar dealer, in surprise. "I believe you
are deceiving me. You don't expect me to believe a story like that."
"There is the proof," said Ben, displaying the greenbacks.
"Are you sure you haven't stolen the money?" asked the dwarf
"I am as sure as that you are no gentleman," retorted Ben, nettled by
The cigar dealer began to jump up and down with rage, and shook
his fist violently at the two boys, who retired laughing.
Mr. Dobson's Visit
It was a little after five o'clock when Ben entered his humble home.
He was in excellent spirits, as may be imagined. His aunt's face,
however, presented a decided contrast to his own.
"Well, Benjamin," she said, with a sigh, "I suppose you haven't found
anything to do."
"No, Aunt Jane, I have been to a picnic."
"I don't see how you can have the spirits to go to a picnic when we
are on the verge of starvation," said Mrs. Bradford reproachfully.
"Not so bad as that, Aunt Jane; we won't starve this week, anyway."
"Perhaps not; but I look forward to the future."
"So do I, Aunt Jane," Ben replied; "but there is this difference
between us. You look forward with discouragement, while I look
forward hopefully. You know my motto is, Wait and Hope!"
"You'll have plenty of waiting to do," his aunt retorted; "but there
isn't much to hope for."
"Why isn't there?"
"I shouldn't think you'd need to be told. You haven't earned a cent
"How do you know I haven't?" demanded Ben, smiling.
"How could you? You were going about this morning after a place,
and this afternoon you have been at a picnic."
"For all that, aunt, I have earned something—more than if I had been
at the factory."
Mrs. Bradford stared at Ben in astonishment.
"How much did you earn, Ben?" asked Tony.
"Haven't I done well enough to earn a dollar, Tony?"
Mrs. Bradford's face assumed a more cheerful look, for a dollar in
that little household would go far.
"I don't see how you found time to earn so much, Benjamin," she said.
"Now, just suppose, aunt, that I earned two dollars," said Ben, with a
merry twinkle in his eyes.
This was too much for his aunt to believe.
"If supposing would make it so, I should be very glad to suppose;
but it won't."
"But it's true, aunt."
"I can't believe it, Benjamin, unless you've found the money
somewhere, and then you will have to return it."
"No, I earned it, Aunt Jane, and it's mine fairly."
"I am glad to hear it, Benjamin. Is there any chance to earn any
more the same way?"
"I am afraid not, Aunt Jane. However, I've done even better than I
told you. I've earned ten dollars this afternoon."
"Benjamin Bradford!" said his aunt sharply. "Do you expect me to
believe such a foolish story as that?"
Ben laughed, He was not surprised at his aunt's incredulity; he
wouldn't have believed that morning that there was any chance of his
making so much money.
"I don't know as I blame you, Aunt Jane; but if you won't believe
me, perhaps you'll believe your own eyes," answered Ben, as he
drew forth the two five-dollar bills from his pocket, and showed
them to Mrs. Bradford.
"Are they good?" she asked suspiciously.
"As good as gold, Aunt Jane; well, not exactly as good as gold, but
as good as greenbacks, anyway."
"I can't understand it at all," said Mrs. Bradford, in helpless
"Then I'll tell you all about it," said Ben; and he did so.
"I shall have a high opinion of my legs from this time," he concluded,
"for they have earned ten dollars in quicker time than my hands can
earn twenty-five cents."
Even his aunt, in spite of her despondent mood, could not help being
cheerful over such good fortune as that.
"You see, Aunt Jane, that even if I don't earn anything for the next
two weeks, we shall be as well off as if I had been working at the
factory all the time. So don't worry any more till that time has passed."
"You certainly have been very fortunate, Benjamin," Mrs. Bradford
was forced to admit.
A copious rain is very apt to be followed by a protracted drought,
and I am sorry to say that this was the case with Ben's luck. Day
after day he went about Milltown, seeking for employment, and
night after night he returned home disappointed and empty-handed.
If it had depended only on himself, his courage would still have
kept up; but his aunt's dismal forebodings affected his spirits. He
did not find it quite so easy to wait and hope as he anticipated.
Three weeks passed, and Ben was painfully sensible that there was
but a dollar in the house.
They had just risen from the dinner table on the day when their
fortunes were at so low an ebb, when a knock was heard at the door.
A man of about thirty-five, Mr. Jotham Dobson, was admitted. Mr.
Dobson was a man with a brisk, business-like air.
"Won't you come in, Mr. Dobson?" asked Ben, who had answered
"Is your aunt at home?" inquired Mr. Dobson bruskly.
"Then, I'll step in a minute, as I want to see her on business."
"What business can he possibly have?" thought Ben. "I wish his
business lay with me, and that he wanted to employ me."
"Good morning, Mrs. Bradford," said Dobson rapidly. "No, thank
you, I really haven't the time to sit down; I have a little business
with you, that's all."
"Perhaps he wants to get me to do some sewing," thought Mrs.
Bradford; but she was doomed to be disagreeably disappointed.
"Perhaps you are not aware of it," said Mr. Dobson, "but I am the
city collector of taxes. I've got your tax bill made out. Let me
see—here it is. Will it be convenient for you to pay it to-day?"
"How much is it?" faltered Mrs. Bradford.
"Eleven dollars and eighty cents, precisely," answered the collector.
Mrs. Bradford looked so doleful that Ben felt called upon to reply.
"We can't pay it this morning, Mr. Dobson," he said.
"Really, you had better make the effort," said Dobson. "You are
aware that the tax is now due, and that one per cent a month will be
added for default. That's twelve per cent, a year—pretty heavy."
"What shall we do, Benjamin?" asked his aunt, in a crushed tone.
"Wait and hope, Aunt Jane."
"My friends," said Mr. Dobson persuasively, "I really think you'd
better make the effort to pay now, and so avoid the heavy interest."
"Perhaps," said Ben, "you'll tell us how to pay without money?"
"You might borrow it."
"All right! I am willing. Mr. Dobson will you be kind enough to lend
us twelve dollars to meet this bill?"
Mr. Dobson's face changed. It always did when any one proposed to
borrow money of him, for he was what people called a "close" man.
"I really couldn't do it," he answered. "Money's very scarce with
me—particularly scarce. It's all I can do to pay my own taxes."
Ben smiled to himself, for he knew how the application would be answered.
"Then of course we can't pay at present," he said. "We've tried to
borrow, and can't."
"I didn't expect you'd try to borrow of me—the tax collector," said
Dobson; "even if I had the money, it would be very unprofessional
of me to lend you the money."
"It would be very unprofessional of us to pay you without money,"
"I suppose I must call again," said the collector, disappointed.
He was disappointed less for the city than for his own account, for he
received a percentage on taxes collected.
"I suppose you must."
"Benjamin, this is awful," said Mrs. Bradford piteously, after Mr.
Dobson had retired. "What is going to become of us? The city will
sell the house for taxes."
"They'll wait a year first, at any rate, Aunt Jane; so we won't fret
about it yet. There are other things more pressing."
"If we don't get some money within a day or two, we must starve,
"Something may turn up this afternoon, Aunt Jane. Wait and hope!"
Ben put on his hat and went out. In spite of his cheerful answer, he
felt rather sober himself.
Ben Gets Employment
When Ben got out into the street, he set himself to consider where he
could apply for employment. As far as he knew, he had inquired at
every store in Milltown if a boy was wanted, only to be answered in
the negative, sometimes kindly, other times roughly. At the factory,
too, he had ascertained that there was no immediate prospect of his
being taken on again.
"It's a hard case," thought Ben, "when a fellow wants to work, and
needs the money, and can find no opening anywhere."
It was a hard case; but Ben was by no means the only one so
situated. It may be said of him, at all events, that he deserved to
succeed, for he left no stone unturned to procure employment.
"Perhaps," he thought, "I can get a small job to do somewhere. It
would be better to earn a trifle than to be idle."
As this thought passed through Ben's mind, he glanced into Deacon
Sawyer's yard. The deacon was a near neighbor of his mother, and
was reputed rich, though he lived in an old-fashioned house, furnished
in the plain manner of forty years back. It was said that probably not
fifty dollars' worth of furniture had come into the house since the
deacon's marriage, two-and-forty years previous. Perhaps his tastes
were plain; but the uncharitable said that he was too fond of his
money to part with it.
A couple of loads of wood were just being deposited in the deacon's
yard. They were brought by a tenant of his, who paid a part of his
rent in that way.
When Ben saw the wood, a bright thought came to him.
"Perhaps I can get a chance to saw and split that wood," he said to
himself. "The deacon doesn't keep a man, and he is too old to do it
As Ben did not mean to let any chance slip, he instantly entered the
yard by the gate, and, walking up to the front door, rang the bell.
The bell had only been in place for a year. The deacon had been
contented with the old fashioned knocker, and had reluctantly
consented to the innovation of a bell, and he still spoke of it as a
Nancy Sawyer, an old-maid daughter of the deacon, answered the
"Good morning, ma'am," said Ben politely.
"Good morning, Ben," the deacon's daughter responded. "How's
your aunt to-day?"
"Pretty well, thank you."
"Will you come in?"
"I called on business," said Ben. "Don't you want that wood sawed
"Yes, I suppose it ought to be," said Nancy. "Do you want to do it?"
"Yes," said our hero. "I'm out of work and ready to do anything I
can find to do."
"Are you used to sawing and splitting wood?" inquired Nancy
cautiously. "We had a boy once who broke our saw, because he
didn't understand how to use it."
"You needn't be afraid of my meeting with such an accident," said
Ben confidently. "I saw and split all our wood at home, and have
ever since I was twelve years old."
"Come in and speak to father," said Nancy; "I guess he'll be willing to
She led the way into a very plain sitting room, covered with a rag
carpet, where the deacon sat in a rocking chair, reading an
agricultural paper—the only one he subscribed to. His daughter,
whose literary tastes were less limited, had tried to get him to
subscribe for a magazine, but he declined, partly on account of the
expense, and partly because of the pictures of fashionably dressed
ladies, and he feared his daughter would become extravagant in
Deacon Sawyer looked up as Ben entered the room.
"It's Ben Bradford, father," said Nancy, for her father's vision was
"He ain't come to borrow anything, has he, Nancy?" asked the old man.
"No, he wants you to employ him to saw and split your wood."
"Don't you know I'm a sawyer myself?" said the deacon, chuckling
over a familiar joke.
Ben laughed, feeling that it was his policy to encourage what feeble
glimmering of wit the deacon might indulge in.
"That's your joke, father," said Nancy. "You'll have to get the wood
sawed and split, and you might as well employ Ben."
"I thought you was in the factory, Benjamin," said the old man.
"So I was, but they cut down the number of hands some weeks ago,
and I had to leave among others."
"How do you make a livin', then?" inquired the deacon bluntly.
"We've got along somehow," said Ben; "but if I don't get work soon,
I don't know what we shall do."
"Nancy," said the deacon, "seems to me I can saw the wood myself.
It will save money."
"No, you can't father," said Nancy decidedly. "You are too old for
that kind of work, and you can afford to have it done."
"You are a sensible woman, even if you are homely," thought Ben,
though for obvious reasons he did not say it.
"I dunno about that, Nancy," said her father.
"Well, I do," said Nancy peremptorily.
The fact is, that she had a will of her own, and ruled the deacon in
many things, but, it must be admitted, judiciously, and with an eye to
"How much will you charge, Benjamin," the deacon asked, "for
sawing and splitting the whole lot."
"How much is there of it?" asked Ben.
"I don't know how much I ought to charge, Deacon Sawyer. I am
willing to go ahead and do it, and leave you to pay me what you
"That's right," said the deacon in a tone of satisfaction. "You may go
ahead and do it, and I'll do the right thing by you."
"All right," said Ben cheerfully. "I'll go right to work."
I am obliged to say that in this agreement Ben was unbusiness-like.
There are some men with whom it will answer to make such
contracts, but it is generally wiser to have a definite understanding.
For the lack of this, disputes often arise, and mean men will take
advantage when so fair an opportunity is afforded them.
After Ben left the room, Nancy, who was sensible and practical, and
by no means niggardly as her father, said to him; "You ought to have
named your terms, Ben. Then you would know just what you are
"I was afraid I might ask too much, and lose the job."
"Now you may get too little."
"Even if I do, I would rather be at work than be doing nothing."
"That's the right way to feel," said Nancy, approvingly. "I like to see
a boy at your age industrious. As to the terms, I will try to make my
father do you justice."
"Thank you, ma'am. Can you tell me where you keep the saw and ax?"
"You will find them in the woodshed, in the L part."
"How long do you expect the job will take you?"
"I should think two or three days; but I have never undertaken such
a large job of any kind before."
"Very well. I didn't speak of it because there is any hurry about it."
"You may not be in a hurry, but I am," thought Ben, "for I want the money."
Ben tackled the wood-pile vigorously. It was not a kind of work he
was partial to; but he was sensible enough to know that he must
accept what work came in his way without regard to his own
He had been at work about an hour when he heard his name called
from the street. Looking up, he recognized James Watson.
"Is that you, Ben?" asked James, in some astonishment.
"It is supposed to be. Don't I look natural?" asked Ben, smiling.
"What are you doing?"
"Don't you see? I am sawing wood."
"You don't mean you go around from house to house sawing wood?"
"I should think you would be too proud to do it."
"I am not too proud to do any honest work that will put money in my
pocket. Isn't it as respectable as working in the factory?"
"Certainly not. I am willing to work in the factory, but I wouldn't go
round sawing wood."
"You can afford to be proud, James, but I can't. We are almost out
of money, and I must do something."
"I don't believe the deacon will give you much of anything. He hasn't
the reputation of being very generous."
"I must take my chance at that."
"I am sorry for it. I wanted you to go fishing with me this afternoon."
"I should like to go, James, but business before pleasure, they say."
"Ben has not pride," thought James, as he went away, disappointed.
But he was mistaken. Ben was proud in his way, but he was not too
proud to do honest work.
Deacon Sawyer's Liberality
About four o'clock on the afternoon of the third day, Ben completed
his job. Not only had he sawed and split the wood, but carried it into
the woodshed and piled it up neatly, all ready for use. He surveyed
his work not without complacency.
"The deacon can't find fault with that job," he said to himself. "He
ought to pay me a good price."
The shed opened out of the kitchen. Ben rubbed his feet carefully
on the mat, knowing that housekeepers had a prejudice against mud
or dust, and, ascending a couple of steps, entered the kitchen. Miss
Nancy was there, superintending her "help."
"Well, Miss Nancy," said Ben, "I've finished the wood."
"Have you piled it up in the woodshed?" asked the lady.
"Yes. Won't you come and look at it?"
Nancy Sawyer stepped into the shed, and surveyed the wood approvingly.
"You've done well," she said. "And now I suppose you want your money."
"It would be convenient," admitted Ben.
"You'll have to see father about that," said Nancy.
"Can I see him now?" asked Ben, a little anxiously, for he knew that
his aunt's stock of money had dwindled to ten cents.
"Yes; you may go right into the sitting-room."
This room was connected by a door with the kitchen.
"Wait a minute," said Nancy; and she looked at Ben in rather an
Ben paused with his hand on the latch, waiting to hear what Miss
Nancy had to say.
"My father is very careful with his money," she said. "He may not
realize how much work there has been in sawing and splitting the
wood. He may not pay you what it is worth."
Ben looked serious, for he knew that he needed all he had earned.
"What shall I do if he doesn't?" he asked.
"I don't want you to dispute about it. Take what he gives you, and
then come to me. I will make up what is lacking in one way or
"Thank you, Miss Nancy. You are very kind," said Ben.
"I don't know about that," said Nancy. "I don't pretend to be very
benevolent; but I want to be just, and in my opinion that is a good
deal better. Now you may go in."
Ben lifted the latch, and entered the sitting-room. He found that the
deacon was not alone. A gentleman, of perhaps thirty-five, was with him.
"I hope I am not intruding," said Ben politely, "but I have finished
with the wood."
Though Deacon Sawyer was a very "close" man, he was always
prompt in his payments. So much must be said to his credit. He
never thought, therefore, of putting Ben off.
"I suppose you want to be paid, Benjamin?" he said.
"Yes, sir, I should like it, if convenient to you."
"Lemme see, Benjamin, how long has it taken you?"
"Two days and a half, sir."
"Not quite. It's only four o'clock now. Have you just go through?"
"We didn't make no bargain, did we?"
"No, sir, I left it to you."
"Quite right. So you did. Now, Benjamin," continued the deacon,
"I want to do the fair thing by you. Two days and a half, at
twenty-five cents a day, will make sixty-two cents; or we will say
sixty-three. Will that do?"
Poor Ben! He had calculated on three times that sum, at least.
"That would only be a dollar and a half a week," he said, looking
very much disappointed.
"I used to work for that when I was young," said the deacon.
"At the factory I was paid five dollars a week," said Ben.
"Nobody of your age can earn as much as that," said the deacon
sharply. "No wonder manufacturin' don't pay, when such wages
are paid. What do you say, Mr. Manning?" continued the deacon,
appealing to the gentlemen with him.
Mr. Manning's face wore an amused smile. He lived in the city, and
his ideas on the subject of money and compensation were much less
contracted than the deacon's.
"Since you appeal to me," he answered. "I venture to suggest that
prices have gone up a good deal since you were a boy, Deacon
Sawyer, and twenty-five cents won't go as far now as it did then."
"You are right," said the deacon; "it costs a sight for groceries
nowadays. Well, Benjamin, I'll pay you a little more than I meant to.
Here's a dollar, and that's good pay for two days and a half."
Ben took the money, but for the life of him he couldn't thank the
deacon very heartily. He had been paid at the rate of forty cents a
day, which would amount to two dollars and forty cents a week,
for work considerably harder than he had done at the factory.
"Good afternoon," he said briefly, and reentered the kitchen.
Nancy Sawyer scanned his face closely as he closed the door of
the sitting-room. She was not surprised at his expression of
"Well," she inquired, "what did father pay you?"
"He wanted to pay me sixty-three cents," answered Ben, with a
touch of indignation in his tone. "Twenty-five cents a day."
"Of course that was much too little. What did he pay you?"
"How much were you expecting to get?" asked Nancy, in a
"I was hoping to get seventy-five cents a day. That would be
less than I got at the factory."
"I think your work was worth that much myself," said the
Ben felt encouraged.
"My father is getting old. He forgets that money won't buy as
much as it did in his younger days. He means to be just."
"Then I don't think he succeeds very well," thought Ben.
"I understand such things better," proceeded Miss Nancy, "and I
try to make up for father's mistakes, as far as I can. Now tell me
what are you meaning to do with the money you received for this
"I shall give it all to Aunt Jane," answered Ben.
"You are a good boy," said Nancy approvingly. "And she will
buy groceries with it, I suppose?"
"Yes, Miss Nancy. It is about all she has to depend upon."
"Just so. Now, Ben, I will tell you what I will do. Father keeps me
pretty close myself, as far as money goes, but we have plenty in the
house of groceries and such things as your aunt will need to have.
Now, will it do just as well if I give you the balance that you have
earned in that form?"
"It will do just as well, Miss Nancy, and I am very much obliged to
you for your kindness."
"I am not kind, only just," said Nancy. "I don't think it honest to pay
too little for work, nor father, either, for that matter, only he doesn't
always set the right value on it. Maggie, you may bring me the large
covered basket in the back room up-stairs."
Maggie brought the basket at once, and Miss Nancy went with it into
the storeroom, or buttery. She tied up various parcels of sugar, tea,
and flour, and added two loaves of bread and a couple of pies, quite
filling the basket.
"There," she said, "I guess you'll find a dollar and a half's worth of
articles here. Give my love to your aunt, and tell her from me that
they are not a gift, but that you have fairly earned them."
"Thank you, Miss Nancy," said Ben, overjoyed at his good luck.
"You may say you are not kind, but I am sure you are."
Miss Nance was really pleased by this recognition of her attempt to
"If it's kindness," she said, "you are very welcome. Do you find it
hard to get along, Benjamin?"
"Pretty hard, since I have lost my place at the factory, Miss Nancy."
"Tell your aunt," said Miss Nancy significantly "that if she ever want to
borrow any flour or groceries, to come to me."
"Thank you," said Ben gratefully, and he felt sure that Nance had a
kind heart, in spite of her prim and formal demeanor.
With a glad heart, he carried home the basket, and its contents
brought great relief to Mrs. Bradford, who, as she told Ben, was
"most out of everything."
Mr. Manning's Proposal
After supper Ben sauntered slowly up the street. It was a relief to
him after his confinement during the day, and there was always a
chance to find something to do. This was desirable, for now that
Deacon Sawyer's woodpile was disposed of, Ben had no work
Ben sauntered along, as I have said, until he found himself in front of
the Milltown Hotel.
It was the only hotel in the town, and, though not large, was able to
accommodate all who had occasion to visit the town and were not
"I wonder if Mr. Brockton"—this was the landlord's name—"hasn't got
something for me to do," thought Ben.
As this thought occurred to him, he entered by the open door, and
stepped into the office.
Mr. Brockton was not in, but, in an armchair at a window, Ben
recognized Mr. Manning, the same gentleman whom he had seen two
hours before at Deacon Sawyer's.
The recognition was mutual. Mr. Manning removed his cigar from
his lips and said, with a smile:
"Your name is Benjamin, isn't it?"
"Have you come to spend some of the money you received from
my friend, the deacon?"
"No, sir. It is all the money I have in the world, and I must take
good care of it."
"Wages don't seem to be very high in Milltown," remarked Mr.
Manning pleasantly, and he smiled again.
"Not for sawing and splitting wood, sir. They pay very well in
"Were you ever employed in the factory?"
"How did you happen to lose your place?" inquired Mr.
"It was the dull times, sir. They discharged quite a number, and
as I was one of the latest on, of course I was among the first to go."
"You don't complain of that, do you?"
"No, sir; but at the same time, it was unlucky for me."
"Still, it wasn't as bad as if you were a man with a family to
"I have a family to support, sir."
"You have?" repeated Mr. Manning, a little surprised. "You
are rather young—to have a family," he added, with a smile.
"I am not married yet, if that's what you mean," he said; "but
I have an aunt and cousin to take care of."
"And you find it hard work, eh?"
"Tell me about it. Here sit down next to me, and tell me how
you are situated."
Mr. Manning had a sympathetic tone, which invited confidence.
So Ben followed his directions, and confided to him all his
"We got along well enough," he concluded, "as long as I kept my
place at the factory. Five dollars a week went a good way with us.
Besides, my aunt made about two dollars a week sewing.
"Is she making that now?"
"No, sir. Even that kind of business is getting dull. Last week she
made a dollar and a quarter."
"That isn't much."
"No, sir. But every little helps."
"You are right there. We must not despise small earnings—such
as you made in the deacon's employ."
"I got paid better than you think, sir," said Ben. "Miss Nancy
made it up to me."
"Did she? I am glad to hear it. She is a good woman. She
understands better than her father the proper price of work."
"Yes, sir. Are you any relative to Deacon Sawyer?"
"No," said Mr. Manning, "but I have had a little business
transaction with the deacon. He's pretty close in money matters."
"So people say here, sir."
"But I must do him justice, and add that you can rely
implicitly upon his word. Well, Ben, what are your plans?"
"Only to find work of any kind, sir."
"How happened you to come to the hotel here?"
"I thought Mr. Brockton might possibly have something for
me to do."
"Sawing wood, perhaps?"
"Yes, sir; or anything else that is honest."
"You are a good industrious boy," said Mr. Manning approvingly.
"You deserve to succeed."
This approval encouraged Ben.
"Thank you, sir," he said.
"Perhaps I may some time have it in my power to help you."
"I hope you may sir. At any rate, I thank you for mentioning it."
Mr. Manning paused a moment. He appeared to be in thought.
As he remained silent, Ben concluded that the interview was at
He rose from his seat, and was about to bid Mr. Manning good
evening, when the latter said: "Are you particularly engaged
for the next hour, Ben?"
"No, sir," Ben answered, rather surprised.
"Then suppose we take a walk? I am alone here, and would like
"Thank you, sir," said our hero, feeling flattered at the value set
upon his society by a gentleman from New York; for he had
ascertained that Mr. Manning was a member of a business firm
in the great city.
They left the hotel, Mr. Manning lighting a fresh cigar.
"I won't offer you a cigar, Ben," he said, "for I don't think it well
for boys of your age to smoke."
"I never smoked in my life," said Ben.
"But I presume you know some boys that do."
"Oh, yes, plenty of them."
"It is a bad thing for them, impoverishing the blood, and often
checking the growth. I am glad you have not contracted the habit.
Suppose we walk by your house?"
"All right, sir. You won't find it very large or elegant."
"But is it comfortable?"
"Oh, yes, sir."
"What kind of woman is your aunt? You may think it an odd
question, but I have my reasons for asking."
"She is an excellent woman," said Ben. "She has only one fault."
"What is that?"
"She gets discouraged too easily."
"As now, for instance?"
"Yes, sir; she predicts that we shall all be in the poor-house inside
"What do you think about it?"
"My motto is, 'Wait and Hope.'"
"A very good one, but I can give you a better."
"What is that, sir?"
"Work and Hope."
"Oh, I mean that, too. There isn't much use in waiting if you don't
"I see we agree pretty well on that point."
"That is our house," said Ben, pointing out the cottage where his
It was small, but everything about it was neat and attractive.
"How many are there in your family?" asked Mr. Manning, again.
"My aunt and my little cousin, Tony."
"How old is he?"
"Seven years old."
"You wonder, perhaps, why I ask so many questions," said Mr.
Manning. "I will tell you. By the death of an intimate friend I
have become guardian to a little girl, about five years old. She
is at present in the city, but I think she will be better off in the
country. Now, do you think your aunt would take charge of
such a child—for a fair price, of course? It might pay her
better than sewing."
"I think she would," said Ben; "but would you be satisfied with our
humble way of living?"
"I don't wish the child to live on rich food. Good bread and butter
and plenty of milk are better, in my opinion, than rich meats."
"She could have as much of those as she wanted."
"And your little cousin would be company for her."
"Yes, sir; he would like it very much. He feels lonely when I am away."
"Then, as to the terms, I think I should be willing to pay seven dollars
"Seven dollars a week for a little girl's board!" exclaimed Ben,
"Well, not exactly for the board alone. There will be considerable
care. I could get her boarded for half that, but her father left
considerable property, and I prefer to pay a generous price. Do
you think she will consent to take the child?"
"Yes, sir, and think herself very lucky, too. Won't you come in and
speak to her about it?"
"No; you may speak to her about it, and I will call in the morning,
and settle the details of the arrangement. And now, good night."
"Good night, sir.'
"What splendid luck!" thought Ben. "Aunt Jane will hardly believe
it. Didn't I tell her to 'Wait and Hope'?"
And he entered the house.
Ben looked so cheerful and smiling that Tony asked: "Have you
got work, Ben?"
"Not yet, Tony."
Mrs. Bradford shook her head rather despondently.
"We might as well go to the poorhouse first as last," she said.
"I don't think we had better go at all, Aunt Jane," said Ben.
"You can't find anything to do."
"Not yet, but I expect to some time."
"And what are we going to do till then?"
"I mean to fall back upon you, Aunt Jane. I think you will be
able to keep us from starving."
"I don't know what you mean, Benjamin. I am sure I am
willing to work; but last week I only earned a dollar and a
quarter, and I don't feel sure of even doing that."
"I have got a plan for you, Aunt Jane."
"What is it?"
"You might take a boarder."
"Who would come to board with me?"
"Perhaps I can find you a boarder."
"Besides, any one that could pay a fair price would expect
better living than we could afford."
"I don't think you will find that trouble with the boarder I have
engaged for you."
"What do you mean, Benjamin?" asked Mrs. Bradford, in
"What would you say to boarding and taking care of a little
girl of five?"
"Do you know of any such little girl?"
"What would her friends be willing to pay?"
"Seven dollars a week."
This was about twice as much as Mrs. Bradford expected, and she
"I don't believe any one would pay such a price," she said.
Upon this Ben gave his aunt full particulars, and her usually sober
face brightened up at the prospect of thus maintaining their home.
"I can hardly believe it," she said. "This Mr. Manning must be very
"The money doesn't come from him. He says the little girl has
property, and can afford to pay well. He is coming round
to-morrow morning to learn whether you will take her."
"Won't you take her, mother?" pleaded Tony.
"I shall be very glad of the chance," said Mrs. Bradford. "It will
make us very comfortable."
"Still, Aunt Jane, if you would really prefer going to the poorhouse,"
said Ben, his eyes twinkling, "I will go round and see if you can get in."
"Never mind, Benjamin," said his aunt cheerfully. "I prefer to keep
out of that place as long as I can."
"Would you like to have a little girl to play with, Tony?" asked Ben.
"It'll be bully," said Tony.
"Where did you learn that word, Tony?" inquired his mother, shocked.
"It isn't swearing, is it, mother?"
"No, but it is not refined."
"I'm too young to be refined, mother."
"But where did you learn it, Tony?"
Ben smiled. "Tony don't want to expose me, Aunt Jane," he said. "I
suppose he learned it of me. It isn't a bad word."
"I never used it," said Mrs. Bradford primly.
"No, I should think not," said Ben, laughing. "I can't image you
calling anything bully. It isn't a lady's word. You know, aunt,
boys can't always use go-to-meetin' words. They want to be
free and easy sometimes."
Here the discussion was dropped, and the evening was passed cheerfully.
The next morning Mr. Manning called. Admitted into the little
cottage, he glanced quickly about him, and was pleased to find that,
though the furniture was plain, there was evidences of neatness.
Mrs. Bradford, too, in spite of her tendency to low spirits, impressed
him favorable, as likely to be kind and judicious. But perhaps what
influenced him as much as anything was the presence of Tony, for he
held that a child companion would be very desirable for his young
ward. He repeated the offer of seven dollars a week.
"I am afraid it will hardly be worth that, Mr. Manning, though it will
be very welcome to us," said Mrs. Bradford.
"I prefer to pay liberally, since the property left to my young charge
is ample. Besides, she will be more or less care. I shall have to
trouble you to provide the little girl with suitable attire, charging, of
course, all outlays to me."
"I shall be very glad to do so, Mr. Manning. When do you wish
the child to come?"
"As soon as possible."
"Will you bring her yourself?"
"There will be some difficulty about that," answered Mr. Manning
hesitatingly. "I can't leave my business."
"Where is she, may I ask?"
"In New York."
"Can't I go for her?" asked Ben eagerly.
"Why, Benjamin," expostulated his aunt, "you have never traveled.
I wouldn't trust you by yourself, much less with the care of a child."
Mr. Manning smiled, but Ben was annoyed.
"Why, Aunt Jane, you must think me a baby," he said. "I guess I
can take care of myself."
"I wouldn't dare to go to New York myself alone," said his aunt.
"Oh, that's different," said Ben. "You're a woman, and of course you
couldn't take care of yourself."
"And you are a man, I suppose?" said Mr. Manning, amused.
"I shall be some time, and Aunt Jane never will," returned Ben.
"I think, Mrs. Bradford," said Mr. Manning, "that your nephew
is right in that. Seriously, I am inclined to favor the plan."
"Do you really think Benjamin can be trusted, Mr. Manning?"
"I really do."
"He has never been away from home."
"I think he has plenty of self-reliance, and will quickly learn what
little is needed about traveling. I am willing to trust him."
"Thank you, sir," said Ben, much gratified, feeling a high respect
for Mr. Manning's judgment.
"Can you get him ready to go with me by the twelve-o'clock train?"
asked Mr. Manning.
"Twelve o'clock!" ejaculated Mrs. Bradford, startled. "Why, it's
"Well, aunt, can't I change my clothes in three hours?" asked Ben
"But to go on such a journey! It seems so sudden."
"I don't think there will be any trouble in getting ready," said Mr.
Manning, to whom the journey to New York seemed like a mere
trifle, though it was nearly six hundred miles away. "Of course,"
he continued, "I shall pay his expenses. And"—and here he hesitated
a little, from motives of delicacy—"allow me to pay two weeks'
board in advance. You may have occasion to use the money."
"Thank you, sir," said Mrs. Bradford gratefully.
It did, indeed, relieve her from anxious embarrassment, for her
purse was very low; and if Ben were gone any length of time,
she would have been in a dilemma.
"I think we have settled all that is needful," said Mr. Manning,
rising to go. "If anything else occurs to me, I will either tell Ben
or write to you. Good morning, Mrs. Bradford."
"Good morning, sir."
Turning to Ben, Mr. Manning said:
"Ben, let me see you at the hotel as early as half-past eleven."
"I'll be on hand, sir," said Ben. "I'll get there earlier, if you say so."
"Just as you like. When you come, call for me."
"It doesn't seem as if you were going away, Ben," said Tony.
"I can't hardly realize it myself, Tony."
"It's a great responsibility, Benjamin," said his aunt, beginning to
look serious. "Suppose the cars run off the track."
"I guess they won't, Aunt Jane."
"I was reading of an accident out West only yesterday."
"I am not going out West, Aunt Jane. I guess I'll reach New York
right side up with care."
"What an expression, Benjamin!"
"Only boys' talk, aunty. It means all right."
"Don't you go on the steamboat, too, Benjamin?"
"I guess so."
"The boiler may explode."
"If everybody thought that, nobody would travel, Aunt Jane. It
doesn't happen once in a thousand times."
At last Ben got ready.
He was very much excited, but his excitement was of a
pleasurable kind. One his way to the hotel, he met James
"Where ware you going, all dressed up, Ben?"
"Going to New York," answered Ben proudly.
"You're only foolin'!"
"No, I'm not. I'm going to New York by the twelve-o'clock
"What for?" asked James astonished.
"To escort a lady home," answered Ben. "She wants an
able-bodied escort, that's used to traveling."
James was very much surprised, and also a little incredulous,
but he was finally convinced that Benn was in earnest.
"I wish I were in your shoes," he said enviously. "There's
nothing I'd like better than going to New York. You're a
Ben quite agreed with him.
In New York
Of the journey to New York I do not purpose to speak. Ben enjoyed
it extremely, for it gave him his first view of the great world. As he
whirled by town after town and city after city, and reflected how small,
after all, was the distance on the map between Milltown and New
York, he got a new idea of the size of the world.
"What are you thinking about, Ben?" asked Mr. Manning, observing
that our hero looked thoughtful.
"I was thinking how large the world is, sir."
"Didn't you ever think of that before?"
"No, sir; I have always lived in Milltown. I don't think I was ever ten
miles from home before."
"Then your ideas were necessarily contracted. One advantage of
travel is, that it broadens our views, not only as regards distance,
but also of men and things."
Ben assented, though he did not fully understand his companion's
From time to time Ben asked questions of Mr. Manning; but after a
while that gentlemen met a friend on the cars, and Ben was left pretty
much to himself.
They did not reach New York till midnight.
"I will take you to my boarding-house to-night, Ben," said his
companion. "Tomorrow we will talk over our plans."
A hansom conveyed them to a house in an up-town street, where
Mr. Manning boarded. Of course Ben could not at that hour see
much of the great city which he was visiting for the first time.
Besides, he was quite fatigued, and felt more like closing his eyes
in sleep than using them.
Mr. Manning's rooms were very comfortable, and even luxurious.
Ben slept soundly till his companion waked him up.
"Come, Ben, it's eight o'clock, and the breakfast bell is ringing.
Haven't you had sleep enough?"
The sun was shining bright in at the window, and the noise of
carriages could be heard in the street beneath.
Ben looked about him in momentary bewilderment.
"Don't you know where you are?" asked Mr. Manning smiling.
"Yes, I am in New York," said Ben, his face brightening up.
"I'll be dressed in less than no time," he exclaimed, leaping out of
bed, and setting to work energetically.
"If you keep your promise I certainly can't complain," said Mr. Manning.
"Shall we be late to breakfast?" asked Ben, with some anxiety.
"There will be others later. So you feel hungry, do you?"
"Uncommonly hungry," said Ben. "I guess it's travelling that gives me
an appetite. What a nice place you live in, Mr. Manning! It's very
handy having water come out of pipes. How do they do it?"
"I'll explain to you some time, when we are not in such a hurry."
"All right, sir."
Ben was soon dressed, and went down to breakfast with his new
patron. There was quite a difference between the appearance of the
table at this fashionable boarding house and their plain breakfast
table at home; but Ben was one who easily adapted himself to new
circumstances, and did not display any greenness.
"Now, Ben," said Mr. Manning, as they rose from the table, "I
suppose you are not in a very great hurry to go home."
"You would like to see a little of the city?"
"Yes, sir, very much."
"I think day after to-morrow will be early enough to go back. You
write a line to your aunt, so that she need not feel anxious."
"Thank you, sir. Where is the little girl?"
"She is temporarily staying at the house of a married sister of mine.
My sister is rather an invalid, or she might keep her permanently. I
shall not have time to go round and introduce you to-day, for my
business will occupy me closely."
"Where shall I go, sir?" asked Ben.
"Wherever you like. You can wander round the city, and see
whatever pleases you. Only be back a little before six o'clock,
for that is our dinner hour."
"Dinner at six!" repeated Ben astonished, for he had always
been accustomed to dine at twelve. "When do you take supper?"
"We don't sup at all, that is, not regularly. In the middle of the day
we take lunch. You can go into some restaurant, and buy lunch."
"Oh, by the by, have you got any money?" asked Mr. Manning.
"A little," answered Ben.
Ben produced thirty-seven cents in change.
"That is rather short allowance," said Mr. Manning. "Here take this."
He handed him a two-dollar bill.
"I don't need so much, Mr. Manning," said Ben.
But two dollars were not so much in the eyes of his patron, as in his.
"I dare say you can find a use for it," he said smiling.
"Thank you, sir."
"Well, good morning; or perhaps it will be as well for you to
accompany me as far as Broadway. There I shall take a car,
and you can saunter along as you please."
A brief walk brought them to Broadway, and then they separated.
Ben wandered down Broadway, amused at the sight until he same to
Twenty-third Street, where he stopped. Ben look at it with
admiration. He had never seen such structures, nor dreamed of their
"New York's a splendid city!" he said to himself.
As he was looking about him, some one addressed him:
"What are you looking at Johnny?"
"My name isn't Johnny," answered Ben, turning toward the boy who
had accosted him.
The boy puffed out his cheeks and whistled.
"When did you come from the country?" he asked.
"Why are you so anxious to know?" inquired Ben, who saw that the
other was making game of him, and was not overwell pleased.
"Why, you see, Barnum has offered twenty-five cents for a country
greenhorn, and I guess you'll do," said the boy, with his tongue in his
Ben was irritated at first, but he concluded to take it as a joke.
"I am not for sale at that price," he said, adding good humoredly, "I
am green, I suppose. This is my first visit to the city. Can you tell
me the name of that building?"
"That's the Imperial Hotel. Have you got a cigarette to spare?"
"No," said Ben; "I don't smoke."
"Then you ain't civilized," said the boy. "I've smoked for five years."
"You have!" exclaimed Ben, amazed. "Why, you don't look any
older than I am."
"And I'm not quite fifteen."
Ben noticed that the boy had none of the youthful bloom which
mantled his own cheeks. He was already paying the penalty of his
early use of tobacco.
"You're a big boy of your age," said the city boy.
Ben thought that the other was small for his age, but he did not say so.
"Look here, Johnny," said the New York boy.
"My name is Ben."
"What's the odds? Well, Ben, if you'll give me a quarter. I'll go
round and show you some of the sights; what do you say?"
Ben hesitated. It seemed to him a little extravagant. At the same
time his curiosity was aroused, and he finally agreed to the proposal.
When he returned to his home in the country, he felt that he should
like to be able to tell his companions something of the city he had
"Give me five cents in advance," said the newly engaged guide.
"What for?" asked Ben, cautiously.
"I want to get some cigarettes."
Ben complied with his request.
The boy darted into a small cigar store, and soon emerged with a
cigarette in his mouth at which he puffed with evident pleasure.
"Won't you try one?" he asked.
"I guess not," said Ben.
"Come along, then. You ask any questions about what you see, and
"What's that field? It's a common, isn't it?" asked Ben pointing to a
park after they walked down Broadway for a few blocks.
"Oh, that's Madison Park; but we've got a good deal bigger park
than that up-town. Central Park—that's the name of it."
"Is it far off?"
"About two miles. Do you want to go there?"
"No, I'd rather see the streets, and the nice buildings. I can see
plenty of fields at home."
"Are you going to stay long in the city?" asked, Tom, for this Ben
learned was the name of his companion.
"Only a day or two. I want to see as much as I can while I am here."
They walked down Broadway, Tom pointing out the prominent
buildings, and answering the numerous questions asked by Ben.
On the whole, he proved to be a very good investment in the way of
a guide, being well-informed on the subjects about which Ben
When they reached the Astor House, Tom said: "I guess you've
got a quarter's worth out of me. If you want me any longer you
must give me another quarter."
"I can't afford it," said Ben, "I guess I can get round by myself now."
So Tom left him with scant ceremony, and Ben sat down on a bench
in City Hall Park to rest.
Presently a young man, rather showily dressed, sat down beside Ben.
He glanced sharply at our hero, but did not immediately address him.
Finally he said: "Fine day, my young friend."
"Yes, sir, very fine," returned Ben politely.
"I suppose you live in the city?"
"No, sir, I am here only on a visit," said Ben, rather flattered by the
"I don't look so green, after all," he thought.
"So am I," said the other, "I live in Philadelphia."
"I am from the country," said Ben.
"Indeed! You have lived in the city some time, have you not?"
"I am surprised to hear it. You have the appearance of a city boy."
Ben was not inaccessible to flattery. It was not surprising that he
regarded the young man from Philadelphia with favor.
"Have you dined?" inquired the stranger.
"Not yet," said Ben. "I don't know where to find a restaurant."
"Say no more about it, my young friend. I shall be glad to have you
dine with me. I know a good place, quite near by."
"You are very kind," said Ben, "considering that I am a stranger."
"I have a young cousin who resembles you very closely. I suppose
that is why I cannot regard you as a stranger. By the way, what is
"Singular coincidence! My cousin is named Benjamin. My name is
John Smithson. Well, Ben, if you will allow me the familiarity,
suppose we go to dinner."
"Thank you, Mr. Smithson."
Ben followed his new acquaintance to a moderately-priced
restaurant in Fulton Street. It was the first time he had ever been to
an eating-house, and looked with interest at the numerous tables.
Smithson and he took seats at a small table opposite each other, and
the former began to inspect the bill of fare.
"I hope you have a good appetite, my young friend," he said, "so that
you may do justice to my hospitality."
"City people seem to be very kind," thought Ben. "No one in
Milltown would pay me such attention."
Finally he made his selection, and so did Smithson.
At the end of half-an-hour the dinner was concluded.
Smithson looked at the checks.
"Sixty cents and seventy-five cents," he said; "that makes a dollar and
"I have go to step out a minute," said Smithson. "Oblige me by
paying at the desk out of this bill."
As he spoke he handed Ben a five-dollar bill.
"But," said Ben, "there will be nearly four dollars left."
"Meet me an hour hence at the place where we were seated, and
hand me the balance of the money."
"But," said Ben, "I might miss you. Haven't you better pay yourself,
as you go out?"
"I am in a great hurry, to meet an engagement," said Smithson.
"Suppose I shouldn't meet you. Suppose I should keep the money."
"No fear. You look honest. Well, meet me in an hour;" and he
hurried out of the restaurant, saying, with a nod to the cashier:
"The boy will pay."
Here was another compliment, Ben thought. A perfect stranger had
trusted him with three dollars and sixty-five cents, which he might
readily make off with.
"I am glad I look honest," thought Ben. "I seem to be treated very well."
Two minutes later he went up to the cashier's desk, and, laying down
the two checks, extended the five-dollar bill. The cashier was about
to make change when his attention seemed to be drawn to the bill.
He held it up, and scrutinized it very closely, considerably to Ben's
"Young man," said he suspiciously, "where did you get this bill?"
"From the man that came in with me," answered Ben.
"Are you aware that this is a bad bill?" asked the cashier sharply.
"A bad bill?" exclaimed Ben, in genuine surprise. "No, I had no idea
"Who is this man who gave it to you? Do you know him?"
"He said his name was Smithson, from Philadelphia. I never saw him
before this morning."
"What were you to do with the change I gave you back? Did he tell
you to keep it?"
"No, sir. I was to meet him in the park in an hour and give it to him."
"He has been making a catspaw of you."
"I don't understand," said Ben.
"Knowing the bill to be bad, he did not venture to offer it himself, as
it would make him liable to arrest."
"Arrest!" exclaimed Ben, in dismay.
"Yes. One who knowingly offers a counterfeit bill is liable to arrest
"I hope you don't think I knew anything about it," said Ben alarmed.
"No; you look too honest to be a confederate of a scoundrel."
"He ought to be ashamed of himself to impose upon me," said Ben
indignantly. "What shall I do?"
"Have you any other money?"
Ben produced a two-dollar bill.
"I will take pay out of this for your share of the dinner, and with your
help I propose to arrest your companion."
The cashier briefly explained his plan. A policeman was summoned,
and Ben was instructed to meet Smithson at the time appointed, and
tender him the change.
He did so.
Smithson looked up eagerly as Ben approached.
"Have you got the change?" he asked.
"Yes," said Ben.
"Give it to me."
Ben drew fro his vest-pocket three dollars and sixty-five cents, with
which he had been provided, and tendered them to the young man,
who eagerly took them.
"Much obliged," said Smithson, looking elated at the supposed
success of his plan.
Just then, a quiet-looking man, a detective in citizen's clothes,
stepped up and laid his hand on the swindler's arm.
"Mr. Smithson, I want you."
"What for?" inquired Smithson, turning pale.
"For passing a counterfeit bill."
"I have passed no counterfeit," faltered Smithson.
"You employed this boy to do it for you."
"There's some mistake," said Smithson stammering. "You can't
"With this boy's help we can. Don't trouble yourself to invent
excuses. You have been suspected for some time."
"The boy lies," said Smithson fiercely.
"If he does it will be found out. Come along with me."
Much against his will, Smithson walked arm-in-arm with the
detective. Ben was notified to be in attendance at court the
next morning, at ten o'clock, to testify against his new friend.
"I am more of a greenhorn than I thought," Ben said to himself.
"Who would have thought such a polite young man was a
About four o'clock Ben went up-town to Mr. Manning's
boarding-house, and remained there till the merchant arrived.
A Curious Old Lady
The next morning Mr. Manning introduced Ben to his temporary
ward, a bright, attractive little girl, who seemed to take an instant
fancy to our hero.
"Is he my brother?" she inquired of Mr. Manning.
"He is going to be your brother, if you like," was the smiling reply.
"I am glad of it," said the little girl, putting her hand confidingly in
Ben was not much used to girls, never having had a sister, but it
occurred to him that he should find it very pleasant to have Emma in
"Are you willing to leave the city and go home with your new
brother?" asked Mr. Manning.
"Yes," said Emma promptly. "When are we going?"
"This afternoon. You will sail on a big boat, and then ride on the
cars. Shall you like that?"
"Ever so much," said Emma, clapping her hands. "You will take
care of me, won't you?" appealing to Ben.
"Oh, yes, I'll take care of you," said Ben manfully.
"I think you had better go to Boston on the Fall River line," said Mr.
Manning. "That will give you nearly all night on the boat, and you
can have a comfortable night's rest. Indeed, I think you may as
well remain on board till the half-past-six train starts. That will get
you into Boston about nine o'clock, in time for a late breakfast.
What time can you go to Milltown?"
"There is a train at half-past ten."
"That will answer very well. Now, if you will come down-town
with me, I will engage passage for you."
Ben accompanied Mr. Manning to the office of the steamers, and
passage tickets were obtained and paid for.
At four o'clock, Ben and his young charge were seated in the showy
cabin of the immense Sound steamer which plies between New
York and Fall River.
As the two were chatting, an old lady, evidently from the country,
looked attentively at them. She was old and wrinkled, and, from
time to time, took a pinch of snuff from a large snuff-box which she
took from the pocket of her dress.
"What is your name, little gal?" she inquired at last.
"Emma," answered the child,
"Come and kiss me," said the old lady.
Emma surveyed the old lady critically, and answered bluntly, "I
don't want to."
"Come and kiss me, and I'll give you the first cent I find on the
currant bushes," said the old lady coaxingly.
"I don't want to," answered Emma again.
"Why don't you want to?" asked the old lady, with a wintery smile.
"'Cause you're old and ugly, and put snuff up your nose."
answered Emma, who had not yet learned that the truth is not
to be spoken at all times.
The old lady gasped with wrath and amazement.
"Well, I never did!" she exclaimed.
"Yes, you did," said Emma, understanding her to say that she
never took snuff. "I saw you do it a minute ago."
"You are a bad, wicked little gal!" said the old lady, in high
displeasure. "You're spoiled child."
"No, I ain't," said Emma, angry in turn. "Don't you let her call me
names," she added, speaking to Ben.
Ben found it difficult not to laugh at the old lady's discomfiture;
but he felt called upon to apologize for his young charge.
"I hope you'll excuse her, ma'am," he said. "She's only a little
"How old is she?" asked the old lady abruptly.
"Five years old."
"Then she'd orter know better than to sass her elders," said the
old lady snappishly. "She's badly brung up. Is she your sister?"
"Is she any kin to you?"
"No; I'm her guardian."
The old lady adjusted her spectacles, and surveyed Ben from head
to foot in a scrutinizing manner.
"Sho!" said she. "Why, you're a child yourself!"
"I'm fifteen," returned Ben, with dignity.
"You don't mean to say you have the care of the little gal?"
"At present I have."
"Ain't nobody else travelin' with you?"
"Where are you goin?"
"Is she goin' to board with your folks?"
"I'd like to have charge of her for a month. I'd make a different
gal of her."
"I wouldn't go with you," said Emma.
"If you was bad, I'd whip you so you couldn't stand," said the
old lady, her eyes snapping. "I've got a granddarter about as
big as you; but she wouldn't dare to sass me the way you have."
"I'm glad you ain't my grandmother," said Emma. "I don't want
a dirty grandmother like you."
"You mustn't talk so, Emma," said Ben, thinking it time to
"Talkin' won't do no good. She ought to be whipped," said the
old lady, shaking her head and scowling at Emma.
"Don't you want to go on deck and see the steamer start?"
asked Ben, as the only means of putting a stop to the irrepressible
conflict between the old lady and his charge.
"Oh, yes; let us go up."
So they went on deck, where Emma was not a little interested
at the varied sights that met her eye.
"Did you ever see such an ugly old woman, Ben?" asked Emma,
when they had reached the top of the stairs.
"Hush, Emma! You must be more particular about what you
say. You shouldn't have said anything about her taking
"But she does take it," insisted the little girl. "I saw her put it
up her nose."
"That is nothing to us. She has a right to take it if she wants
"But she wanted me to kiss her. You wouldn't want to kiss
her, Ben, would you?"
"No, I don't think I should," answered Ben, with an involuntary
grimace. "You were right in refusing that."
Soon after the boat started they went down to the
supper-room and got some supper. Mr. Manning having
supplied Ben with sufficient funds to travel in a liberal manner.
Just opposite them at the table sat the old lady, who shook
her head frowningly at the free-spoken young lady. Ben was
amused in watching her.
"I say, you, sir," she said, addressing the waiter, "bring me some
tea and toast, and be quick about it, for I ain't had anything to
eat since breakfast, and feel kinder gone, at the stomach.
"Please write your order, ma'am, on this paper," said the waiter.
"What's the use of writin it? Can't you remember?"
"Yes, but the bill has to be footed up at the desk."
"Well, I can't write it, for I ain't got my specs about me."
"Madam, I shall be happy to write for you," said Ben politely.
"I'm obleeged to you. I wish you would," she said.
"What shall I put down?"
"How much is a cup of tea?"
"It's awful high. It don't cost 'em more'n three cents."
"Shall I put it down?"
"Yes, I must have it. How much do they charge for toast?"
"Dry toast—ten cents."
"That's awful high, too. Why, you can git ten slices off a
five-cent loaf, and they only bring you two or three. It costs
a sight to travel."
"Cream toast—twenty cents," said Ben mischievously.
"What is the world comin' to?" exclaimed the old lady. "Twenty
cents for cream toast! Like as not, it's skim-milk. Well, I guess
you may put down dry toast."
"Shall I put down anything else?" asked Ben.
"How much do they charge for beefsteak?" inquired the old lady.
"It's wicked shame!" she exclaimed indignantly. "They're a set of
robbers, and I've a good mind to tell 'em so. You, sir"—to the
waiter who came up at that moment—"what do you mean by askin'
such shameful prices for your vittles?"
"I haven't anything to do with the prices, ma'am."
"I need some meat," said the old lady sternly, "but I won't buy any.
I won't encourage you in your shameful swindlin'. I'll bear up as
well as I can till I get home, though like as not I shall be faint."
The waiter took the written order, and brought the old lady's tea
and toast. Ben ordered some steak, and, finding that more was
brought than he needed, offered a piece to the old lady.
"Shan't I rob you?" asked the old lady, looking at the meat
"Not at all, ma'am. I've taken all I want."
"Then I don't keer if I do take a piece. I feel kinder faint, and
meat goes to the right spot; but I wasn't going to pay any of their
The old lady ate the meat with evident relish, and an expression
satisfaction, which arose partly from the reflection that she was
gratifying her appetite without expense. She even regarded Emma
with a softened expression, saying: "I forgive you, little gal, for
what you said to me. You don't know no better. You must try to
behave like the boy that's with you. He's a real polite boy."
"So he is," said Emma. "I like him ever so much."
Luckily she added nothing to kindle the old lady's resentment,
and they rose from the table on good terms.
Prof. Crane, The Phrenologist
After supper Ben and his young charge took their seats in the main
salon. The passengers were grouped about the tables, many of them
reading the New York evening papers. Among them Ben observed
a tall man, wearing a full beard, and attired in a suit of rather rusty
black, who presently sat down beside him. From his appearance Ben
fancied that he might be a clergyman or a missionary.
"My young friend," said the stranger at length, "are you traveling to
"Ahem! Do you live in Boston?"
"No, sir; I live in Milltown, a manufacturing town."
"Did you ever have your head examined?"
Ben stared at the questioner in surprise.
"What should I have my head examined for?" he asked.
"I see you don't understand me," said the gentlemen of clerical
appearance. "I am a phrenologist."
"Oh, yes, I understand," said Ben.
"I lecture on phrenology and examine heads, describing the
character and prominent traits of my subjects on phrenological
principles. For instance, I can readily tell by the help of my
science your leading tendencies, and in what career you would
be most likely to meet with success."
"I would like to know that myself," said Ben, becoming interested.
"My terms for an ordinary examination are twenty-five cents. For
a written description I charge a dollar."
"If I had plenty of money," said Ben, "I wouldn't mind getting a
"A dollar spent that way may save you hundreds of dollars, nay,
perhaps thousands," said the phrenologist insinuatingly.
Ben shook his head.
"I haven't any money to spare," he said. "I have some money,
but it was given to me to pay traveling expenses."
"Surely you can spare twenty-five cents," said the phrenologist.
"You can remember what I say and write it down yourself
"So, I can," said Ben. "I guess I can afford a quarter; but where
can we go?"
"Stay here," said Prof. Crane, for this was his self-chosen
designation. "It will probably bring me other customers."
"I don't know," said Ben, looking about him doubtfully. "I
don't think I should like to have all these people hear about me."
"You need not be afraid. You have a very good heard. Besides,
it is no more public than at my lectures."
"All right then!"
"Move your chair forward a little. There, that is right."
Prof. Crane arose, and assumed the attitude of a speaker.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he commenced, after clearing his
The gentlemen in the saloon looked up from their newspapers
in some surprise at this unexpected interruption.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am Prof. Crane, the phrenologist. I
trust you will pardon the interruption if I publically examine the
head of this young man, and describe his character as indicated
by his phrenological development."
"Go on," said a stout gentlemen opposite. "It will help to pass
"Thank you, sir. I trust that what I may say will not only help to
pass the time, but lead you to reflect seriously upon the great
importance of this science, and its claims upon your attention."
All eyes were turned upon Ben, who bore the ordeal very well.
"This lad has an excellent head. All the organs are well balanced,
none being in great excess. His temperament is nervous-sanguine.
Hope predominates with him. He will not be easily discouraged,
but when he has an object in view he will pursue it perseveringly
to the end. He is not quarrelsome, but will not allow himself to be
trodden upon. He has plenty of courage. He is not bashful, but
respectful to his elders and superiors. He is conscientious, and
more likely to do right than wrong. Of course he might yield to
temptation, but it would have to be a powerful one. He has a
fondness for pets, and will be kind to younger children. He will
find no pleasure in ill-treating or tyrannizing over them He has not
much invention, and would make a poor machinist, but is likely
to succeed in general business. He will probably be steady and
reliable, and faithful to the interests of his employer."
This was the substance of Prof. Crane's description of our hero.
Ben listened with satisfaction, feeling that it was a very good
character indeed. He was sorry that some business man could not
hear it, as it might lead him to offer him employment.
When the examination was over, Ben tendered the professor
twenty-five cents in payment.
"Now," said the professor, looking around him, "is there any other
lady or gentleman whose head I can examine, for the small sum of
twenty-five cents? My usual terms are fifty cents, but as I am
traveling, and this is out of office hours, I don't mind reducing the
price for this occasion."
Among those present was a rustic couple, who appeared to be on
a wedding trip. The bridegroom was dressed in a full suit of
blue cloth, the coat being decorated with brass buttons, while the
bride was resplendent in a dress brilliant in color and with large
"Sally," said the young husband, "I want you to have your head
examined. It only costs a quarter."
"Oh, Jonathan, how can I before all them folks?" said Sally
bashfully. "Suppose he should say something bad about me."
"If he does, I'll bu'st his head," said Jonathan. "He can't say
nothin' but what's good about you, Sally.
"All right, Jonathan, just as you say."
"My wife will have her head examined," said Jonathan, with a
proud glance at his radiant bride.
"Please sit here, madam," said the professor. "Now I will trouble
you to remove your bonnet."
"Don't tumble up my hair," said Sally solicitously.
"That will not be necessary," said Prof. Crane. "This lady has a
very harmonious head."
"What's that?" inquired Sally, in a low voice, of Jonathan, who stood
at her side.
"Something good, I reckon," whispered her husband.
"She has those sweet domestic virtues which fit the possessor to
adorn the family circle and lend a luster to the home."
"How nice he talks!" murmured Sally, in a tone of gratification.
"Yes, Sally, he's smart," said Jonathan, "and can read you like a book."
"This lady has a great taste for music. She would be like to excel as a
musician. Am I right, sir?"
"I guess you are," said Jonathan. "You'd ought to hear her sing in the
choir to hum. She's got a powerful voice, Sally has. She can almost
raise the rafters of the old meetin'-house."
"You see, ladies and gentlemen, that the husband of the lady
confirms what I say of her. Phrenology never errs. A phrenologist
is never mistaken in character. Nature has stamped her impress
upon each one of us, and declares unmistakably what we are."
"Go ahead, professor," said Jonathan impatiently.
"The lady has a taste for strong and decided colors. What is showy
attracts her admiration."
"That's so!" commented Jonathan.
"She has a good deal of firmness, and likes to have her own way; as
most of use do," added the professor. "Still she would yield to
It will be unnecessary to go farther in the examination which proved
quite satisfactory to the young couple, and a source of amusement
to the rest of the passengers.
Jonathan next submitted himself to the professor's skill, and was
highly delighted in being told that he was fitted to shine in public life,
and might hereafter become a member of Congress.
"I guess the folks at home will think more of me when they hear that,"
he remarked to Sally. "The professor has given us good characters."
"So he has. Do you think it's all true, Jonathan?"
"Of course it is. It's a wonderful science, Sally. I didn't know I had
so many bumps."
"Nor I. I can't feel 'em myself."
"That's because you're not used to it. It takes the professor to do it."
Other subjects were forthcoming, and the professor cleared three
dollars during the evening. He understood human nature well
enough to flatter all, without absolutely contradicting the science of
which he claimed to be the exponent.
An Old Convert to Phrenology
About eleven o'clock the steamer stopped. A dense fog had sprung
up, which made it perilous to proceed. Ben, who was a novice in
traveling, got up to see what was the matter. He was on his way
back to the stateroom, when he encountered a strange figure. The
old lady was wandering about in dishabille, looking thoroughly
Recognizing Ben, she clutched his arm.
"What has happened?" she asked, in a hollow voice, "Is the ship
"No, ma'am," answered Ben. "We have only stopped on account of
"Something may run into us," exclaimed the old lady. "Oh, dear!
I wish I had never left home."
"You'd better go back to bed," said Ben soothingly. "There's no
"No, I won't," said the old woman resolutely. "I'm not going to be
drowned in my bed. I'll stay here till mornin'."
And she plumped down into an armchair, where she looked like
an image of despair.
"Hadn't you better put on something more?" suggested Ben.
"You may get cold."
"I'll put on my shawl and bunnit," said the old lady. "I can't sleep
a wink. We shall be shipwrecked; I know we shall."
Whether the old lady kept her word, or not, Ben did not know.
When he entered the saloon the next morning she was already up
and dressed, looking haggard from want of sleep. Ben ascertained
that the boat had started again about five o'clock, and would
probably reach Fall River five or six hours late. This would make it
necessary to take breakfast on board.
He imparted the news to the old lady.
"It's a shame," she said indignantly. "They did it a purpose to make
us spend more money. I expected to eat breakfast at my son's house
"We shall not probably reach Boston till noon, I hear."
"Then suppose I'll have to buy somethin' to stay my stomach. It's
a shame. It costs a sight to travel."
"So it does," acquiesced Ben.
"They'd oughter give us our breakfast."
"I'm afraid they won't see it in that light."
The old lady went down to breakfast, and grudgingly paid out
twenty cents more for tea and toast. She was in hopes Ben
would get some meat and offer her a portion; but he, too, felt
the necessity of being economical, and ordered something less
Prof. Crane attempted to renew his phrenological examinations,
but could only obtain two subjects.
"Shan't I examine your head?' he asked insinuatingly of the old lady.
"No, you shan't," she answered tartly. "I don't want you pawing
"Don't you want me to describe your character?"
"No, I don't. Like as not, you'd slander me."
"Oh, no, ma'am; I should only indicate, by an examination of your
bumps, your various tendencies and proclivities."
"I don't believe I've got any bumps."
"Oh, yes, you have. We all have them. I shall only ask you
twenty-five cents for an examination."
"I won't give it," said the old lady, resolutely clutching her purse,
as if she feared a violent effort to dispossess her of it. "I can't
"It is a very small sum to pay for the knowledge of yourself."
"I guess I know myself better than you do," said the old lady,
nodding her head vigorously. Then, yielding to an impulse of
curiosity: "Say, mister, is it a pretty good business, examinin'
"It ought to be," answered the professor, "if the world were
thoroughly alive to the importance of the noble science of
"I don't see what use it is."
"Let me tell you, then, ma'am. You have doubtless employed
servants that proved unworthy of your confidence."
The old lady assented.
"Now if you had employed a phrenologist to examine a
servant's head before engaging her, he would have told you at
once whether she was likely to prove honest and faithful, or
"You don't say!" exclaimed the old lady, beginning to be
impressed. "Well, that would be something, I declare. Now,
there's Mirandy Jones, used to work for me—I'm almost certain
she stole one of my best caps."
"To wear herself?" asked Ben demurely.
"No, she wanted it for her grandmother. I'm almost sure I saw
it on the old woman's head at the sewin' circle one afternoon.
Then, again, there was Susan Thompson. She was the laziest,
sleepiest gal I ever see. Why, one day I went into the kitchen,
and what do you think? There she stood, in the middle of the
floor, leanin' her head over her broom fast asleep."
"In both these cases phrenology would have enabled you to
understand their deficiencies, and saved you from hiring them."
Here a gentlemen whispered to Prof. Crane: "Offer to examine
the old woman's head for nothing. I will see you are paid."
The professor was not slow in taking the hint.
"Madam," said he, "as my time just now isn't particularly
valuable, I don't mind examining your head for nothing."
"Will you?" said the old lady. "Well, you're very polite and
oblegin'. You may, if you want to."
Prof. Crane understood that a joke was intended, and shaped
his remarks accordingly.
"This lady," he commenced, "is distinguished for her amiable
disposition." Here there was a smile visible on several faces,
which, luckily, the old lady didn't see. "At the same time, she
is always ready to stand up for her rights, and will not submit
to be imposed upon."
"You're right there, mister," interjected the old lady, "as my
son-in-law will testify. He tried to put upon me; but I soon
let him know that I knew what was right, and meant to have it.
"My subject has a good taste for music, and would have been
a superior performer if her talent had been cultivated. But her
practical views would hardly have permitted her to spend much
time in what is merely ornamental. She is a good housekeeper,
and I may venture to remark that she understands cooking
The old lady—so potent is flattery—really began to look amiable.
"I wish old Miss Smith could hear you," she interrupted. "She's
a vain, conceited critter, and purtends she can cook better than I
can. If I couldn't make better pies that she had the last time the
sewin' circle met at her house, I'd give up cookin', that's all."
"You see, gentlemen and ladies," said the professor, looking about
him gravely, "how correct are the inductions of science. All that
I have said thus far has been confirmed by my subject, who surely
ought to know whether I am correct or not."
"This lady," he proceeded, "is fitted to shine in society. Her social
sphere may have been limited by circumstances; but had her lot
been cast in the shining circles of fashion, her natural grace and
refinement would have enabled her to embellish any position to
which she might have been called."
The contrast between the old lady's appearance and the words of
Prof. Crane was so ludicrous that Ben and several others with
difficulty, kept their countenances. But the old lady listened with
"I wish my granddarter would hear you," she said. "She's a pert
little thing, that thinks she knows more than her grandmother. I've
often told my darter she ought to be more strict with her; but it
don't do no good."
"It's the way with the young, madam. They cannot appreciate
the sterling qualities of their elders."
When the examination was concluded, the old lady expressed
her faith in phrenology.
"I never did believe in't before," she admitted, "but the man described
me just as if he know'd me all my life. Railly, it's wonderful."
Prof. Crane got his money, and with it the favor of the old lady
to whom he had given such a first-class character. Her only
regret was that her friends at home could not have heard him.
About one o'clock in the afternoon the long journey was at an
end, and Ben and his young charge descended from the train
in the South Terminal, in Boston.
It has already been mentioned that there was a train to Milltown
at half-past ten in the morning. Of course Ben was too late for
this. He ascertained, however, that there was another train at
five o'clock, and this he resolved to take.
"Where are we going, Ben?" asked Emma, as they stepped out
of the station.
"Don't you feel hungry, Emma?"
"Then we will go and have some dinner, first of all."
This proposal was satisfactory to the little girl, who took Ben's
hand and walked up toward Washington Street with him.
On School Street they found an eating-house which did not
appear too high in price, and Ben led Emma in.
They seated themselves at a table, and ordered dinner. Just
opposite sat a pleasant-looking man, of middle age. He was
fond of children, and his attention was drawn to little Emma.
"Is that your sister?" he inquired of Ben.
"No, sir," answered Ben.
"No, sir; she is from New York. She is going to board with my
"Does your aunt live in Boston?"
"No, sir; in Milltown."
"Has the young lady come into the city on a shopping excursion?"
inquired the new acquaintance, smiling.
"No, sir; she is just on her way from New York. I went to fetch
"You are a young guardian."
"Rather, sir; but there was no one else to go for her."
"How old are you?"
"Are you attending school?"
"No, sir; I should be glad to do so; but my aunt is not in good
circumstances, and I have to work. I have been employed in
the mills, but they discharged some of their hands lately, and I
was among them."
"How would you like to come to Boston to work?"
"I may some time have a vacancy for you. I am a wholesale
stationer on State Street. Give me your address, and if I have
any opening I will write to you."
"Thank you, sir," said Ben; "I should like very much to work
Ben took the stranger's card, from which he learned that his
name was Otis Johnson, and that he dealt in stationery, blank
books, diaries, and a similar line of goods.
"This may lead to something," thought Ben. "I should enjoy
living in Boston. There is a good deal more going on here than
It was about quarter of two when Ben and Emma rose from
"What are we going to do now?" asked Emma.
"The train doesn't start till five," he said. "We won't go to the
station yet, for we should get tired of waiting. We will walk
about, and look into the shop windows, unless you are tired."
"I am not tired. I should like it," said Emma.
Presently they came to the old State House. Ben's attentions was
attracted by a Charleston car. He knew that Bunker Hill Monument
was in Charleston, and it struck him that it would be a good
opportunity to go and see it.
"Does this car go to Bunker Hill Monument?" he inquired.
"Yes," said the conductor. "It goes within two minutes' walk of it."
"How long does it take to go there?"
Ben reflected that the train did not start till five o'clock, and that
there would be plenty of time for the excursion. He did not know
when he would have another chance, and resolved to avail himself
He helped Emma to board the car, and got on himself.
"I like to ride in electric cars, Ben," said Emma.
"So do I, Emma. Do you know what we are going to see?"
"What is it?"
"A great stone monument, five times as high as a house."
"What is a monument?"
Ben explained to her.
"Does anybody live in it?" asked the little girl.
"No, I don't think it would be a very pleasant place to live in."
"What did they build it for, then?"
Ben explained that a great battle had been fought on the hill
where the monument stood.
"Do they fight any battles there now, Ben?" asked Emma, in some
"Why? Are you afraid of getting killed?"
"There is no danger. It is over a hundred years since there was
any fighting there."
Just then the car stopped, and a new passenger got on and sat
down just opposite Ben and his young charge. Ben did not take
special notice of her, and was surprised to hear a familiar voice.
"I declare, if it ain't the little gal,"
Looking up, he recognized the old lady, his fellow passenger.
"How do you do, ma'am?" he said.
"Putty well. Where be you goin'?"
"Over to Bunker Hill."
"I'm goin' to Charleston, myself. My son is away with his wife,
and I'm goin' over to stay with my niece till he comes back. How
do you do, little gal?"
"Pretty well," said Emma.
"You don't know me, do you?"
It was an unfortunate question.
"Yes, I do. You're the lady that takes snuff," said Emma.
Some of the passengers tittered, and the old lady turned red in the
"Well, I never did!" she exclaimed, in mortification. "You're a
bad-behaved little gal."
"She didn't mean to offend you, ma'am," said Ben. "She's very
"She's old enough to behave. Children didn't use to sass their
elders like they do now. If one of my children was to behave so,
I'd shut 'em up in a dark closet for twenty-four hours, with only
dry bread to eat."
The old lady shook her head vigorously, and glared at Emma over
the top of her spectacles. It was just as well, perhaps, that Emma
was absorbed in looking out of the window, and did not listen to
what the old lady was saying. Being a high-spirited and free-spoken
young woman, she would have been likely to reply, and that would
have made matters worse.
The ride was not a long one, for but a narrow bridge separates
Boston proper from the historic town of Charleston.
"You get out here," said the conductor. "Go up that street to the
Ben could see the great stone pillar standing up against the sky in
plain sight, and he ascended the hilly street toward it.
"That is the monument, Emma," he said.
"It looks like a big chimney," said Emma; "only chimneys are made
"It would take a big house to need such a chimney as that," said Ben.
They reached the top of the hill, and stood beside the monument,
which looked immensely tall, now that they were close to it.
"This is where Warren fell," said Ben, repeating to himself a piece of
information which he had heard.
"Did he fall?" inquired Emma.
"Oh, no; he was killed in the battle here."
"Are you going to ascend the monument?" asked a gentleman who
had come up the hill another way.
"I didn't know you could," said Ben.
"There is a spiral staircase inside. Most visitors ascend it. There is a
splendid view from the top."
"I should think there would be."
"Will you go? I think of going, and would like your company."
"No, I guess not," said Ben. "It would be too much for Emma. She
is only a little girl, and could not stand the fatigue."
"I wouldn't dare to go up so high, Ben," said Emma timidly.
Here a well-dressed lady, who had heard the discussion said:
"If you would like to go up, young man, I will take care of the little
girl till you come down. Will you stay with me, my dear?"
She smiled pleasantly, and Emma's confidence was won.
"Yes, Ben, I will stay with her," she said; "only don't be gone too
Ben hesitated. He wanted to go up, and was not sure when he would
have another opportunity. He could see no reason to doubt that
Emma would be entirely safe under the care of the stranger.
"I don't like to give you so much trouble," said Ben.
"It will be no trouble," said the lady politely. "I am fond of children."
It was twenty-five minutes before Ben descended. He looked for
Emma, and his heart gave a great bound of dismay.
Neither Emma nor the lady was to be seen.
The Strange Captor
This was what had happened.
When Ben was fairly on his way up the monument, the lady addressed
"My dear," she said, "are you fond of candy?"
"Ever so much," said Emma.
"Suppose we go to a candy store and get some?"
"But I don't want to leave Ben," said the little girl.
"Oh, we will be back before he returns," said the lady. "Will you
"If you are certain sure you will be back in time."
"Oh, yes, my dear."
The lady's manner was so kind that Emma felt entire confidence
in her promise.
"Yes, I will go."
They walked down the hill in a different direction from that which
they had come up. This brought them to a street on which were
some shops. The lady entered one, leading Emma by the hand.
"Give us one half-pound of assorted candy," she said.
The girl behind the counter weighed out the candy and handed it to her.
They left the shop.
"Now are we going back to Ben?" asked Emma.
"I have sent word to him to come to my house and take supper, my
dear child. Come with me, and you will see him soon."
How should Emma know that this was not true? She was a little girl,
with no experience of the world, accustomed to put confidence in
those she met, and the lady was very kind in her manner.
"Is your home far off?" she asked.
"No, it is quite near."
This proved to be true.
The lady turned up a street lined with neat dwellings and rang the bell.
A servant answered the bell.
"Is it you, mum?" she said.
Jan looked inquiringly at the little girl, and was on the point of asking
who she was; but she knew her mistress was peculiar and said nothing.
"This little girl will stay to tea," said the lady. "Put on an extra
"And isn't Ben coming, too?" asked Emma, noting the omission.
"Yes, Jan, you may put on two extra plates."
Emma followed her new acquaintance up-stairs, and was led into a
neat bedchamber. The lady entered it, bade Emma enter, locked
the door, and then, sinking on the floor before the astonished child,
exclaimed with evident emotion: "Have I found you at last, my dear,
Emma was startled at the lady's tone, and for the fist time felt alarmed.
"I ain't your child," she said. "What makes you call me so?"
"Are you not my dear little Mary?" said the lady.
"No, my name isn't Mary. My name is Emma."
"Did they change your name, my dear child? Was it not enough to
take you away from me, without changing your name?"
"I don't know what you mean," said Emma, ore and more alarmed.
"I want to go back to Ben."
"Would you leave your mother, my child?"
"You are not my mother. Let me go."
Emma ran to the door, but it was locked, and the key was in the
"I cannot let you go, my dear child. You have been away from me
too long already. I have been very lonely without you."
Her tone was still kind—it had never varied—but Emma was
"Let me go!" she began to cry. "I want to go to Ben."
The lady looked at her in mingled grief and wonder.
"Can a child turn from her own mother to a stranger?" she said
musingly. "She forgets that she is my little Mary. She no longer
"My name is Emma," said the little girl. "Why did you take me away
Help was at hand, though it came from a stranger.
A knock was heard at the door, and the lady rose and opened it.
The newcomer was a little younger than the lady already
mentioned, but bore such a resemblance to her as to indicate
that she was her sister. She looked at surprise at Emma.
"Where did you get this child, Clara?" she asked.
"It is my little Mary. Don't you see that it is?"
"You are mistaken, Clara. Your little Mary is in heaven."
"She has come back again. This is she. Don't you see that it is
she?" asked the lady called Clara earnestly.
"My poor sister," said the younger lady compassionately, "you are
mistaken. This is not your little Mary. Where did you find her?
To whom does she belong?"
Emma had listened to this conversation with interest, feeling that
it concerned her. She answered the question herself.
"I belong to Ben," she said.
"Where is Ben?" asked the younger lady.
"He is at the big stone chimney. He was going up to the top. He left
me with her."
"You mean the monument, don't you, my dear child?"
"Is this true, Clara?"
"Yes," the elder sister admitted.
The younger lady looked perplexed.
"You did wrong, Clara, to take the little girl from her brother. He will
feel very anxious about her.
"She said she would buy me some candy," said Emma.
"Could I see my child, and not claim her?" said Clara.
"I am not your child. What makes her say I am her child?"
"My dear," said the younger lady gently, "my poor sister lost her little
girl not long since. She has not been well since. When she saw you
to-day she thought you were her little Mary."
"I want to go back to Ben. What will Ben say?"
"Certainly, you must go back to your brother. Come, my child, we
will try to find him."
Emma went down-stairs with her new friend. Clara did not attempt
to hinder her, but seated herself with an air of dependency in an
armchair, and buried her face in her hands.
"I am afraid Ben has gone away," said Emma.
"It is very perplexing," said the young lady to herself. "We will go out
and try to find your brother. If we cannot, you can tell me where
your home is and I will take you there."
"I don't know exactly where it is," said Emma; "I have never been
there. I came from New York. I am going to board with Ben's aunt."
"And you don't know where she lives? You don't know the name of
Emma shook her head.
"My poor sister has done great mischief," said the young lady gravely.
"I must do my best to remedy it."
They went out into the street together.
Meanwhile, Ben, in great trouble of mind, remained in the
neighborhood of the monument for ten minutes or more.
"Perhaps the lady has taken Emma on a little walk," he thought.
"Perhaps she thought I wouldn't be down so soon."
Ben felt that it was very inconsiderate, but he would not at first
believe that there was anything really wrong. But when ten
minutes has passed he became alarmed, and began to blame
"Aunt was right," he thought. "I wasn't fit to be trusted with the care
of a little girl. What shall I say to Mr. Manning? What shall I do?"
He looked about him in despairing bewilderment. Streets radiated
from the monument in several different directions. Which should
he take? If he took any, there was not more than one chance in
four that it would prove the right one.
He was still standing there when the gentleman who had gone up with
"Where is the little girl?" he asked.
Ben explained his trouble.
"Don't be alarmed, my boy," said the gentleman, in a tone of
sympathy; "I will help you. Sooner or later we shall hear of
"What shall I do?" asked Ben.
"It is possible the child may be brought back. I will remain here to
receive her if she comes, and you may go and search for her. Come
back in about half-an-hour."
Ben started on his quest, and with feverish haste he explored street
after street, but in vain. With sad heart he retraced his steps to the
monument. What was his joy to find Emma returned, and in charge
of the gentleman he had left behind and another lady.
An explanation was given, to which Ben paid little attention, such was
his joy at the recovery of his young charge.
"What time is it, sir?" he inquired of his companion.
"Five minutes to five."
"Then we are too late for the train," exclaimed Ben, in dismay.
"What train?" asked the gentleman.
"The five-o'clock train to Milltown."
"Is that the last train?"
"You will have to wait till to-morrow. Will it make much
"I shall have to stay at a hotel," he said uncomfortably,
"and I don't think I have money enough. I did not expect
to have that expense."
"I can relieve you on that score," said the gentleman. "I
live in Charleston, not far away. You shall stay at my house
to-night, and go home by the morning train. There is a
morning train, isn't there?"
"Yes, sir, at half-past ten."
"You will accept my invitation?"
"Yes, sir, and thank you," said Ben gratefully. "I don't know
what I should have done if you had not invited me."
"I am glad to have the opportunity of doing you a kindness. I
want to send you away with a good impression of Charleston."
It was a handsome house to which Ben was led by his new
friend. His wife received the two children with unaffected
kindness, and soon made them feel at home. During the evening
Mr. Somerby, for this was his name, drew out of Ben the
particulars of his history and present position. Ben seemed so
frank and manly that he was quite pleased with him.
Mr. Somerby was not in business, unless he may be called a
capitalist. He was the possessor of a large fortune, and the care
of his property required a considerable share of his time. When
Ben was ready to go the next morning, Mr. Somerby put an
envelope into his hand.
"Don't open this till you get home," he said.
"Now, good-by, and good luck to you."
"Thank you, sir."
Meanwhile Mrs. Bradford at home was feeling anxious. Old Mrs.
Perkins had dropped in to make a call, and her conversation wasn't
"Hasn't Ben got back?" she asked.
"There's a great risk in sendin' a boy so fur," said the old lady.
"Do you think so?" asked Mrs. Bradford uneasily.
"To be sure I do. He's too young."
"That's what I thought; but Ben was very sure he could get along."
"Boys is allus confident," said Mrs. Perkins, whose knowledge of
grammar was not very profound; "but I never knew one that you
could rely on."
"Benjamin is a good boy."
"Yes, he's a good boy as boys go; but don't you trust him too fur.
When did you expect him back?"
"I expected him last night."
"And he didn't come? Just as I thought."
Mrs. Perkins nodded her head vigorously, and looked unutterably wise.
"Maybe the cars is gone off the track," said the old lady.
"Oh, don't say such things, Mrs. Perkins," said Mrs. Bradford uneasily.
"I didn't say they had, but we're havin' a dreffle number of accidents
"Ben is all right," said Tony, thinking he ought to defend his cousin.
"He said when he went away, he'd come home right side up with care."
"Little boys should be seen and not heard," said Mrs. Perkins.
"'Always be prepared for the worst.' That's my motto."
"And my motto is 'Wait and Hope!'" said a familiar voice outside the
"It's Ben!" exclaimed Tony joyfully.
The door was thrown open and there stood Ben, with little Emma's
hand in his.
"Aunt Jane," he said, "here's little Emma, come to live with you."
"My dear, I am very glad to see you," said Mrs. Bradford.
Emma looked in her gentle face, and liked her at once.
"Will you be my aunt, too?" she asked.
"Yes, my dear."
"Tony, come here and be introduced," said Ben.
Tony was bashful at first, but it was not very long before he and
Emma were merrily playing together.
"So you're railly back, Benjamin?" said old Mrs. Perkins, rather
"Yes, ma'am. How's James?"
"Loafin' round, as usual," said his affectionate relative. "Boys are so
"They may be," admitted Ben good-naturedly, "but they get hungry
sometimes. Aunt Jane, is there anything to eat in the house?"
"I will set the table at once," said his aunt. "The little girl must be
"You're undertakin' a great responsibility, Mrs. Bradford," said
Mrs. Perkins. "The little girl will be a great care to you."
"I don't look upon it in that light," said Mrs. Bradford. "I am glad
to have her here."
"Humph! You will talk different a month from now. But I must be
After dinner Ben bethought himself of the envelope which Mr.
Somerby had given him.
He opened it, when a bank-note dropped to the floor. Picking it
up, he saw, to his amazement, that it was a fifty-dollar bill. With
sparkling eyes he read the letter, or rather these few lines which
were penciled on a half-sheet of note paper:
"I have been interested in your story, and beg your acceptance
of the enclosed as a slight help and encouragement. Should you ever
need advice or assistance, I shall be glad to have you call upon me."
"What do you think of that, Aunt Jane?" said Ben in a tone of
exultation. "Hasn't my motto worked pretty well, after all? Isn't
it better to 'Wait and Hope' than to give up and get discouraged?"
"Yes, Ben, I begin to think you are right."
"We are better off than when I was at work in the factory."
"Yes, Ben; we can get along very comfortably."
"I have been thinking, aunt, that while business continues dull I will
go to school. This money I will put in a savings-bank, and we shall
have it to fall back upon if we need it."
This plan met with Mrs. Bradford's approval, and was carried out
by Ben. When he returned from the savings-bank, with his book in
his hand, he felt like a capitalist. In fact, he was so cheerful that his
aunt caught the infection, and looked brighter than she had for years.
"It is pleasant to have money in the bank," she said to old Mrs. Perkins.
"Like as not the bank will break," said the old lady.
"I see an account last week of a savin's-bank that failed. I wouldn't
trust any of 'em."
"Mrs. Perkins," said Ben, with mock gravity, "I heard last week of
a man who died in his bed. I'd never go to bed if I were you."
"It aint' well to joke," said the old lady. "Always be prepared for the
"That isn't my motto," said Ben. "As long as I live I mean to 'Wait
The Prize for Scholarship
The annual examination of the grammar schools in Milltown came
about the middle of June, just before summer vacation. It the First
Ward School two prizes had been offered by the principal to the
scholars who stood highest on the rank-lists.
Speculation was rife as to the probable result; but the choice was
finally narrowed down to two boys.
One of these was Ben Bradford, now sixteen years of age. The other
was Samuel Archer, son of the superintendent of the Milton Mills.
There is an old saying, "Like father, like son." Mr. Archer was
purse-proud and consequential, and felt that he was entitled to
deference on the score of his wealth and prominence.
"Sam," said he, two days before the examination, "what are your
chances of obtaining the prize?"
"I think I ought to have it, father," answered Sam.
"That is, you think you will be entitled to it?"
"Then you will get it, as a matter of course."
"I don't know that."
"Don't you think the prize will be adjudged fairly?"
"The principal thinks a great deal of Ben Bradford."
"Is he your chief competitor?"
"He is the only boy I am afraid of."
"Who is he?"
"He is a poor boy—used to work in the mills."
"He is the nephew of the Widow Bradford?"
"Yes; he lives in a small house about the size of a bandbox. I expect
they are as poor as poverty. Ben wears coarse clothes. I don't
believe he has a new suit a year."
"And you have too many. I believe your bill for clothes exceeds
"Oh, father, you want your son to dress well. People know you are
a rich man and they expect it."
"Humph! it may be carried too far," said Mr. Archer, who had just
paid a large tailor's bill for Sam.
"And you say the principal favors him?"
"Yes, everybody can see it."
"It is rather strange he should favor a penniless boy," said Mr.
Archer, himself a worshiper of wealth. "The man don't know on
which side his bread is buttered."
"So I think. He ought to consider that you are a man of
"I rather think I have some influence in Milltown," said Mr. Archer,
with vulgar complacency; "I fancy I could oust Mr. Taylor from
his position if I caught him indulging in favoritism. But you may be
Mr. Archer looked thoughtful.
Finally he said: "I think it will be well to pay some attention to Mr.
Taylor. It may turn the scale. When you go to school to-morrow
I will send by you an invitation to Mr. Taylor to dine with us.
We'll give him a good dinner and get him good-natured."
So when Sam went to school in the morning he bore a note from his
father, containing a dinner invitation.
"Say to your father that I will accept his invitation with pleasure,"
said the principal.
It was the first time he had received such a mark of attention from
Mr. Archer, and, being a shrewd man, he understood at once what
"He's coming, father," announced Sam, on his return home.
"Did he seem gratified by the invitation?"
"I couldn't tell exactly. He said he would accept with pleasure."
"No doubt, he feels the attention," said Mr. Archer pompously.
"He knows I am a man of prominence and influence, and the
invitation will give him social status."
Mr. Archer would have been offended if he had been told that the
principal was more highly respected in town than himself, in spite
of his wealth and fine house.
When the principal sat down to Mr. Archer's dinner table, he
partook of a dinner richer and more varied than his modest salary
enabled him to indulge in at home. Nevertheless, he had more
than once been as well entertained by others, and rather annoyed
Mr. Archer by not appearing to appreciate the superiority of the
"Confound the man! He takes it as coolly as if he were accustomed
to dine as sumptuously every day," thought Archer.
"I hope you are enjoying dinner, Mr. Taylor," he said.
"Very much, thank you."
"I rather plume myself on my cook. I venture to say that I pay five
dollars a month more than any other person in Milltown. But I must
have a good dinner. I am very particular on that score."
"Have you a good cook, Mr. Taylor?" asked Mrs. Archer
"Why, the fact is, that we keep but one servant."
"I suppose your salary will not permit you to keep more than one
"You are right, madam."
"Really, Mr. Taylor, I think your salary ought to be increased,"
said Mr. Archer graciously. "The laborer is worthy of his hire, eh?
I must see if I can't induce the town to vote you an increased
"Thank you," said the principal quietly. "A larger salary would, of
course, be acceptable, but I doubt whether the town will feel like
"Rest easy," said Mr. Archer pompously. "I think I can bring it
"Oh, by the by," continued the rich man, "Samuel tells me that you
have offered two scholarship prizes."
"Yes, sir—to the two scholars who pass the best examination."
"How does my boy stand in the matter?"
"He is one of the most prominent competitors."
"I am very glad to hear it—very glad. Sam, you must do your best
to-morrow. It would gratify me very much if you should succeed.
I am ambitious for my son, Mr. Taylor, and I don't mind admitting
"Your ambition is a very natural one," said the principal. "Sam's
scholarship is excellent and his record is very satisfactory."
"Thank you, Mr. Taylor. Your assurance is deeply gratifying to
Mrs. Archer and myself. It will be the happiest day of our lives if
Sam succeeds in the approaching competition."
"He has a very fair chance of success, sir."
"I think I've fixed things," said Mr. Archer complacently, after the
principal had taken his leave. "The prize is as good as yours, Sam."
Before the Battle
Ben's term at school had already extended to eight months. Our
hero was thorough in whatever he did, and, having an excellent
natural capacity, easily took high rank as a scholar.
"Do you expect to win the prize, Ben?" asked his friend, James
"I hope to win it," said Ben.
"So does Sam Archer."
"I suppose it lies between us two, unless you step in and carry it off,"
added Ben, smiling, for he knew that James, who was low in rank,
was not at all sensitive on the subject.
"Make yourself easy, Ben; I won't interfere with you. You are my
friend, you know, and for your sake I will answer a few questions
"You always were considerate, James. You have relieved my mind
of a load of anxiety."
"Don't mention it, Ben. I shan't feel the sacrifice."
"You are a good fellow, at any rate, James, and that is more than I
can say for Sam Archer."
"He thinks an awful lot of himself."
"He can't forget that his father is superintendent of the mill."
"By the way, Ben, what are you intending to do in vacation."
"I shall try to get employment in the mill again. I have been idle
nearly a year now."
"Your aunt has been getting along very well."
"Yes; thanks to the seven dollars a week received for Emma's board.
But I don't like to feel that she is supporting the family. I think it is
high time for me to be at work."
"Ben, I've been thinking of something."
"Out with it, James."
"Sam Archer will be very much disappointed if you take the prize
"He doesn't love me overmuch now."
"I am afraid he will prejudice his father against you, so as to induce
him to refuse you employment in the mill."
"Do you think he would be as mean as that?"
"Do I think so? I know it. Sam Archer is mean enough for anything."
"He has just as good a chance as I have."
"He told one of the boys you were Mr. Taylor's pet. He will say the
prize was give to you on account of favoritism."
"Will anybody believe it?"
"No one except Sam's special friends. I think Mr. Taylor does like
you. That reminds me, where do you think Mr. Taylor is to-night?"
"I don't know, I am sure."
"He is dining at Mr. Archer's."
"That's something new, isn't it?"
"Mr. Archer is trying to curry favor with the principal for Sam."
"Then he doesn't know him very well. Mr. Taylor will decide
justly, at any rate."
"Do you want very much to go back to the mill, Ben?"
"Then the best thing you can do is to let Sam beat you. That will
make him good-natured and you will probably get a place."
"I shan't resign the prize. I shall do my best to obtain it. If that
loses me employment in the mill, I will go in search of employment
"I like your pluck, Ben."
"I am willing to wait and I expect to win in the end."
"Well, good luck to you, Ben. My supper is ready, and I must go
The more Ben thought it over, the more he felt that James was
probably correct in his prediction as to the effect of his success.
"I am determined to beat Sam," he said to himself. The next
morning he entered the schoolroom cool and confident, while
Sam, though rather nervous, seemed almost equally confident.
"Mr. Taylor won't go back on me," he reflected, "after dining at our
house; especially after father has promised to get him a higher
The examination lasted all the session. It was partly oral and partly
"Boys," said the principal, "I shall devote the evening to the
examination of your papers. To-morrow morning my decision will
be made known."
"I wish it were over," thought Sam. "I think he'll give me the prize,
but I should like to be sure of it."
Ben Wins at School
Every boy was in his seat the next morning at the opening of school.
Though the choice lay between two only, there was a general interest
felt in the result of the competition. Ben was the favorite, though
Sam had a few followers—generally sycophantic boys who had a
respect for wealth, or had favors to ask of him.
"Boys," said the principal, "I sat up till twelve o'clock last evening,
examining your papers. I have not only ascertained who are entitled
to the two prizes, but I have made a list of the ten highest scholars,
with their percentages. I am glad to say that many of you have done
well, and I regret that I have not more prizes to bestow. I will now
announce the names of the prize boys."
"First prize—Benjamin Bradford."
"Second prize—Sam Archer."
The boys applauded noisily.
"Bradford's percentage," continued the principal, "is ninety-nine and
eight-tenths; Archer's, ninety-seven and nine-tenths. Both are very
high and I heartily congratulate both young gentlemen upon their
brilliant success. Bradford, you may come up to the desk."
Mr. Taylor placed in his hands a neat edition of Longfellow's poems.
"Thank you, sir," said Ben.
The boys again applauded.
"Archer, you may come up," said the principal.
Sam rose slowly, and with a discontented look shuffled up to the
desk. An edition of Tennyson's poems was handed to him. He
received them without a word of thanks and hurried back to his
There was no applause in his case.
This was the last day of school, and the session lasted but an hour
and a half. At half-past ten the boys poured out of the
schoolhouse with noisy demonstrations of joy.
"I congratulate you, old fellow," said James Watson to Ben. "You've
"Thank you, James."
"So do I, and I," exclaimed one and another.
Ben received all these congratulations modestly.
"Go and congratulate Sam, boys," he said.
"A good scholar, but a mean boy," said James. "However, here goes."
"I congratulate you on your prize, Sam," he said offering his hand.
Sam did not appear to see the hand.
"A second prize isn't worth having," he said discontentedly. "Of
course it was all I had a chance for. Bradford is the teacher's
"Do you mean to say Ben don't deserve the first prize?"
"He was sure to get it, anyhow."
"That's mean in you to speak so, Sam."
"It's what I think, at any rate."
"Well, Sam," said his father, as he entered his presence, "how is it?"
"Just as I expected, father. Old Taylor gave the first prize to his
favorite, Ben Bradford."
"After all the attention I have paid that man, it is positively
outrageous to defraud you of your rights."
"You won't have his salary increased now, will you, father?"
"I'll do what I can to have the man discharged."
"There's a favor I want to ask of you, father."
"What is it, my son?"
"I hear that Ben Bradford is going to seek employment in the mill,
now that school is over; I hope you'll refuse to take him on."
"I will. His prize will cost him dear."
"Would you have given him employment if I had beaten him for the prize?"
"Yes; business has revived, and we have decided to take on some
extra hands, giving preference to those who have formerly been in
"Then I will be revenged, at any rate," said Sam.
Now that vacation had fairly commenced, Ben thought he had better
make application for employment at the mills. It was generally
understood that business had improved and that new hands were to
be taken on.
On the morning succeeding the award of prizes, Ben presented
himself at the office of the superintendent.
After awhile the great man arrived. He nodded patronizingly to the
applicants for employment. He saw Ben in the number and his small
soul was rejoiced, for he meant to humiliate him.
He summoned one and another to a conference, engaging such as
were old hands.
Ben began to look hopeful. He, too, had experience.
At last Mr. Archer beckoned to him to approach.
"What do you wish?" he demanded.
"I should like employment at the mills," said Ben.
"Have you been in my employ before?"
Mr. Archer opened a thick folio volume which lay upon the desk,
and appeared to be looking for something, which he found at last.
"I can't employ you," he said coldly.
"Why not, sir?"
"Because your record is not good."
Ben's eyes flashed with proper indignation.
"I don't understand, sir," he said, in a dignified tone.
"It strikes me that my language is plain."
"What complaints were made of me? I should like to know in what
respect I failed to do my duty."
"Probably you know as well as I can tell you," said the
superintendent. "At any rate, I have no time to waste in examining
into the matter. I prefer to take a boy who has nothing against him.
Ben left the office, smarting not so much at the failure to obtain
employment, as at the unfounded charges trumped up against him.
Just outside the office he met Sam Archer.
"Good morning, Bradford," said Sam, eyeing our hero curiously.
"Are you going to work in the mill?"
"No," said Ben shortly.
"Perhaps old Taylor will give you employment."
"No doubt he would if he had occasion to employ any one. Mr.
Taylor is a gentleman."
"Do you mean to say father isn't a gentleman?"
"You can draw your own conclusions."
Ben was not quite an angel, though he was a manly boy, and he felt
"I've a great mind to knock you down," said Sam.
"You may have the mind, but you haven't got the strength to do it,"
"I won't dirty my hands with touching you."
"That's prudent, at any rate," retorted Ben.
"You'd better go home and read your prize."
"That's good advice, though it comes from a bad source," returned
Ben. "It isn't needed, however, for I have been reading it. I can
quote two lines—
"'Be not like dumb, driven cattle,
Be like heroes in the strife.'"
"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean that you will find it hard to drive me."
"Perhaps so, but I've done one thing," boasted Sam.
"I told father not to take you if you applied; and that's why you are
going away with a flea in your ear."
"I am not surprised to hear this," he answered. "Indeed, I am very
glad to hear it."
"You are glad to hear it?" repeated Sam, puzzled.
"I don't understand why you should be."
"I suppose not. I am glad you know just why I was refused."
"Well, I hope you are satisfied."
"I am entirely so."
"I wonder what the fellow means," thought Sam.
The Decoy Letter
Sam knew that Ben was anxious to obtain a situation. It occurred to
him that it would be a splendid joke to write to Ben, in the name of
some Boston firm, offering him a situation. Ben would go up to the
city, of course, only to find that he had been "sold."
Of course, it would not do for Sam to write the letter himself, since
his writing was well known to Ben. Again, the letter must be posted
in Boston. However, where there is a will there is a way. Sam was
acquainted with a boy who lived in Boston—Frank Ferguson—and to
him he wrote, enclosing the draft of a letter, which he requested
Frank to copy and mail to Ben. "It is only a practical joke," Sam
explained in his letter, "in return for one Ben has played on me." But
for this explanation, Frank who was an honorable boy, would not have
lent himself to this scheme. As it was, it struck him only as a piece of
fun, and he followed Sam's instructions.
A few days later, Ben, in going to the post-office, received a letter
directed to himself. It read thus:
"BENJAMIN BRADFORD: We are in want of a boy in our store.
You can have the place if you wish. It will be necessary for you to
report for duty next Monday.
"Yours, in haste,
"JONES & PORTER"
Ben had heard of Jones & Porter. They were well-known
booksellers and publishers. A position with them was certainly
"But how could they have heard of me," thought Ben.
He was not vain enough to suppose that his name was well known in
Boston, yet here was an important firm that had offered him
employment. Again, the manner in which the letter ended struck him
as rather singular. It didn't occur to Ben to doubt its genuineness.
As he was walking back, he met James Watson.
"What's the news, Ben?" asked James.
"I am offered a place in Boston," answered Ben.
"You don't say so! What sort of place is it?"
"It is a place in a bookstore. There is the letter."
James read it.
"How did they happen to write to you."
"I don't know, I am sure."
"Can't you think of any way in which they could have heard of you?"
"There is only one way I can think of. There was a gentleman in
Charleston who was quite kind to me when I was there last year.
He promised to be of service to me if I ever needed it. He may
have mentioned my name to Jones & Porter.
"Very likely," said James. "You are in luck."
"I wish I knew what wages they are willing to pay," said Ben. "If
it's only five dollars a week, it won't more than pay my board,
and I don't like to call upon Aunt Jane to pay for my clothes."
"You will take the place, won't you, at any rate?"
"Oh, yes. Perhaps I can get a chance to earn something by extra
work, and so pay for my clothes."
"Well, I wish you good luck, Ben. If you hear of a place for me,
let me know."
"I will, James. I should like your company."
Ben went home and showed the letter to his aunt.
"You see, aunt, I am provided for," said Ben.
Old Mrs. Perkins was present and hazarded a cheerful observation.
"I wouldn't trust a boy of mine in the city, Mrs. Bradford," she said;
"it's the ruination of 'em most always. Like or not, Ben will get
dissipated, and take to drinkin', and have the delirious triangles."
Mrs. Bradford was easily alarmed.
"Do you think you'd better go, Ben?" she asked doubtfully. "You're
"I can't afford to wait till I'm an old man, Aunt Jane," he said; "and I
don't mean to have the 'delirous triangles,' if I can help it. You
wouldn't keep me at home till I'm eighty, like Mrs. Perkins———-"
"I'm only sixty-two," exclaimed the old lady indignantly. "What do
you mean by calling me eighty?"
"I didn't know you were sensitive about your age."
"I ain't," snarled the old lady; "I own up to sixty-two, but you needn't
call me twenty years older."
Mrs. Perkins was really seventy-two and looked her age; but she
fondly hoped to deceive the public.
"Do you really think you had better go to Boston, Ben?" said his
aunt, after the departure of the visitor.
"Yes, Aunt Jane. There's no chance for me in Milltown, as you
know very well. Mr. Archer's prejudiced against me, and
won't take me into the mill."
"I shall miss you very much, Ben."
"I'll write you once every week."
"How much will you get?"
"I don't know. If it's too little, I will live as closely as I can. I
shall be learning the business, you know, and, of course, I shall get
my salary raised when I deserve it."
Ben had a strong, positive nature, and he convinced his aunt that he
ought to accept the offer of Jones & Porter. Mrs. Bradford set
about putting his clothes in order.
Sam Archer awaited with interest the result of his joke. Seeing Ben
the next day, he stopped him.
"Where are you bound, Ben?" he asked.
"I am going to buy some underclothes," he said.
"Have you got a place?"
"Yes, I expect so."
Sam wanted to laugh, but concealed his emotions.
"Where is it?" he asked.
"It isn't in you father's mill," retorted Ben.
"No, I suppose not. Is it in town?"
"It is in Boston!" said Ben, in a tone of satisfaction.
Sam laughed involuntarily.
"What are you laughing at?" inquired Ben angrily.
"Excuse me," said Sam. "I was thinking how green you would be at
first in a city place. I will call and see you when I go to the city."
"I don't like to be impolite; but as you prevented my getting a place
here, I don't look upon you as a friend, and I only care to receive
calls from my friends."
"How proud we are just because we have got a place in Boston!"
said Sam mockingly, and he laughed again.
"I thought he would be disappointed to hear of my success," thought
Ben. "He is rather a queer boy."
"Isn't it jolly?" said Sam to himself. "Won't he be mad when he finds
it all a sell?"
Ben Arrives in Boston
Ben set out for Boston on Monday morning in very good spirits. His
aunt shed a few tears at parting. She was apt to take depressing
views of the future, and said; "I hope you'll prosper, Ben," in a tone
which implied that she did not think there was more than one chance
in ten of his success. But Ben understood his aunt, and did not allow
her presentiments to weigh with him. His motto was still, "Wait and
Ben found himself seated beside a young man of pleasant
appearance, who was attracted by our hero's frank and manly look.
"I suppose you are going to Boston," he said.
"Yes," answered Ben readily.
"Have you got a place there?"
"I am going to have," said Ben cheerfully.
"Do you mind telling where?"
"Oh, no," said Ben; "I am going to the store of Jones & Porter."
"Indeed! There are very prominent business men."
"I suppose they are," said Ben.
"Do you know them personally?"
"I don't know them at all. I think some friend of mine must have
mentioned me to them."
"It's rather singular that I shouldn't know anything about your
engagement," said the young man.
"Why should you?" inquired Ben, in natural surprise.
"The fact is, I am Mr. Porter's nephew, and am a salesman in the
establishment," said the young man. He drew from his pocket a
business card, bearing the name.
HENRY W. PORTER
With Jones and Porter
Ben was rather disturbed, and he thought: "Can there be anything
He said aloud: "I don't see how there can be any mistake. I received
a letter from Jones & Porter last week, offering me the place."
Ben took the letter from his pocket and handed it to the young man.
The latter ran his eye over it hastily. He examined the signature and
the address, and said quietly "I don't think this letter came from our
Ben felt as if the earth had opened before him.
"I don't understand it," he said, his face very red. "If the letter isn't
genuine, who could have written it?"
"It seems written in a schoolboy hand," said young Porter. "Isn't it
possible that some one may be playing a practical joke on you?"
"It wouldn't be much of a joke to me," said Ben.
"I should call it a mean trick myself," said Porter; "but can't you think
of any one who may have written it?"
"I'll bet it's Sam Archer."
"And who is Sam Archer?"
"He is the meanest boy in Milltown," said Ben.
"Doesn't he like you? Isn't he one of your friends?"
"No, he does all he can to injure me. But"—here Ben examined the
letter a second time—"this isn't his handwriting."
"That proves nothing. He probably sent it to some confederate in
Boston to copy and mail to you."
"Don't you think there is any chance of its being genuine?" asked Ben.
"The chance is very slight; but it is well, of course, to make sure. I
have been away to pass Sunday, and shall go to the store at once on
my arrival. You can go with me. I will introduce you to my uncle."
"If it is a trick," said Ben uncomfortably, "I shall be in an awkward fix."
"Whether it is a trick or not, you can count on my friendship," said
young Porter kindly.
"Thank you," said Ben gratefully.
About an hour later Ben and his new friend entered the large and
handsome bookstore of Jones & Porter.
Young Porter, as he walked through the store, received the greetings
of his fellow clerks.
"Have you adopted a boy?" asked one facetiously.
"Yes," said Porter, smiling. "Where is my uncle?"
"He is in the back office."
"All right! Come along, Ben."
Henry Porter kept on his way till he reached the back part of the
store, where a good-sized office was partitioned off. Mr. Porter
was writing at a desk.
"Good morning, uncle," said Ben's companion.
"Good morning, Henry. Have a good time?"
"Excellent, uncle. Let me introduce to your favorite notice Master
Benjamin Bradford, of Milltown."
Mr. Porter did not consider it beneath his dignity to be polite even to
"I am glad to see you, my young friend," he said, rising and offering
his hand to Ben. "Are you on a visit to the city?"
Poor Ben! His heart sank within him. Evidently Mr. Porter would
not ask such a question of a boy whom he had engaged to work for
The young man saw his embarrassment and answered for him.
"That's rather an odd question to ask you new clerk, uncle," he said.
"My new clerk, Henry? I don't understand you."
"Ben, show your letter."
"That is a forgery," said the uncle rather indignantly.
Poor Ben! Manly as he was, he felt ready to cry.
"I am sorry," he said faltering.
"Have you any idea who wrote it?" asked Mr. Porter.
"Yes," answered Ben. "It's Sam Archer."
"No, in spite. He is always glad to injure me."
"What can be his motive?"
Ben explained his relations with Sam.
"Do you need the position?" asked Mr. Porter.
"Yes, sir, I am poor, and can ill afford the money I have spent in
coming to Boston. Sam knows this, and it is mean for him, a rich
boy, to fool me so."
Mr. Porter was a kind-hearted man. More than once he had kept on
a clerk whom he did not need.
"Go into the store a minute, my boy," he said, "while I speak with my
Of course Ben obeyed.
"What do you think of this boy, Henry?"
"I think very favorably of him. He seems honest and straightforward,
and I think he is smart."
"I like his looks myself; I wish we had a vacancy."
"We shall have very soon."
"To whom do you refer?"
"Frank Robinson is going to leave at the beginning of next month.
His father thinks it will be better for him to go to school a year or
"So you would recommend hiring this boy?"
"Yes, sir; I have so good an opinion of him that I am quite willing to
guarantee him. If you will take him on immediately, I will myself
pay his wages till the end of the month, when Robinson leaves."
"Bravo, Henry! That shows a kind heart. I won't accept that, but
will give you leave to help him outside as much as you please."
Sam Gives Himself Away
Ben was looking with interest at a row of new books when he was
summoned into the private office.
"My young friend," said Mr. Porter, senior, "we are not responsible
for the letter that brought you here."
"No, sir," said Ben. "I am sorry to have troubled you. I'll go home
He looked sober enough, poor Ben, for it would not be pleasant
facing his aunt and friends in Milltown, and explaining matters.
Even the "licking" which he determined to give Sam Archer, if he
should prove the author of the decoy letter, would be a poor
"You may as well stay," said Mr. Porter. "My nephew thinks we
can find a place for you in the store."
"Will you really take me?" asked Ben.
"We will try you. My nephew thinks you will suit us."
"Thank you, sir," said Ben warmly.
"Your friend, who wrote the letter, will be rather disappointed, eh?"
said young Porter, smiling.
"Yes," said Ben, who could smile now. "I should like to see him
when he learns that his malicious letter has procured me a
"What do we pay you Robinson?"
"Six dollars a week."
"Then Benjamin shall have the same. He has no knowledge of the
business, to be sure——"
"I will have soon," said Ben confidently.
"That's right, my lad. Make yourself useful to us, and you won't have
cause to regret it."
He was set to work dusting books, and young Porter went to his own
desk; he was chief bookkeeper.
"When the store closes," he said, "come to me. I shall take you to
my room to-night."
In the evening, at his friend's room, Ben wrote the following letter to
his friend, James Watson:
"Boston, July 18, 19—.
"Dear James: Though I have been only a few hours in Boston I
have a good deal to tell you. You remember my showing you the
letter from Jones & Porter, which induced me to come to the city.
Well, it was a hoax. It didn't come from the firm at all. Somebody
wanted to play a trick on me, and wrote it. I have no doubt Sam
Archer was at the bottom of it. You know what a mean fellow he
is, and that he would like nothing better than to injure me. But I
am glad to say that he has not succeeded. By great good luck I
got acquainted with Mr. Porter's nephew on board the train. I
showed him the letter, which he pronounced probably a forgery.
But he took me to the store—he is head bookkeeper—and
introduced me to his uncle. It seems that there will be a vacancy
at the beginning of next month, and as I was on the ground, they
engaged me. So Sam's mean trick has been the means of obtaining
me a position. He will be provoked enough when he hears it.
Now I will tell you what I want you to do. Don't say a word about
the letter being a hoax. Merely tell the boys that I have got the
place I expected. If Sam wrote the letter he will certainly betray
himself. Keep mum, and lead him on. Then let me know what
you find out. I will write again soon.
"Your affectionate friend,
"It's a mean trick, and just like Sam," ejaculated James when he
read Ben's letter. "I'll follow Ben's instructions. Sam will be
coming round making inquiries pretty soon. I'll manage him."
James was right in his supposition. Sam eagerly awaited the
upshot of his trick. He concluded that Ben would come back
Monday night depressed and humiliated, and he was on the street
near Ben's house when the afternoon train got in, ready to feast
his eyes on his rival's unhappiness. But he waited in vain.
The next morning, about ten o'clock, he met James Watson on the
street. James had received the letter from Ben the evening
"How are you, James?" said Sam.
"I'm all right," said James rather coolly.
"Have you heard from Ben Bradford?"
"I heard last night."
"What does he say?' asked Sam eagerly.
"He hadn't been in his situation long enough to tell how he should
like it," answered James.
"Is he in a situation?" demanded Sam in surprise.
"What do you think he went to Boston for?"
"Where is he working?" asked Sam incredulously.
"He is with Jones & Porter, of course. Didn't you know they sent
"Ha! ha!" laughed Sam.
"I am on the track," thought James.
"I don't know what you mean," said he quietly. "Jones & Porter sent
for Ben, and he is in their employ."
"I'll bet you a dollar Ben Bradford will be back here within a week,"
said Sam, in a ton of great confidence. "I don't believe Jones &
Porter ever wrote him a letter."
"I saw the letter."
"Suppose you did; it might have been a hoax."
"Then whoever wrote it did Ben a good turn, for he has got a place
at Jones & Porter's."
"I don't believe it," said Sam uneasily.
"Ben writes me that he is there."
"Will you let me see the letter?"
"No, I won't."
"That convinces me that it's all a humbug."
"You think the letter a hoax?"
"Yes, I do."
"What reason have you for thinking so?"
"I decline to state."
"Who do you think wrote it?"
"How should I know?"
"As you know so much, I don't mind telling you that you are right.
The letter was a hoax."
Sam laughed heartily.
"I thought so," he said.
"And I know who wrote it."
Sam didn't laugh now.
"Who?" he asked uncomfortably.
"You did it."
"What do you mean?" blustered Sam.
"Exactly what I say. Otherwise you would have had no reason to
suspect the genuineness of it."
"Does Ben Bradford charge me with it? Just wait till I see him."
"That will be some time unless you go to Boston. Jones &
Porter happened to have a vacancy, and Ben stepped into it.
Your letter got him a place."
"I don't believe it," said Sam faintly.
"It's true, and it's lucky for you. If Ben had been obliged to come
home he would have given you the worst licking you ever had."
Ben Finds a Boarding-Place
Henry Porter had a fine suite of rooms in the Back Bay District of
Boston. Ben spent the night with him.
"You've got a nice home," said our hero.
"Yes," said the bookkeeper. "My rooms alone cost me fifteen
dollars a week."
"Without board?" ejaculated Ben.
"Yes," said the young man, smiling.
"Why, that is almost eight hundred dollars a year."
"Quite correct. I see you think me extravagant."
"I was wondering how you could afford it."
"Your surprise is natural. If I only depended on my salary, I
certainly should not hire such expensive apartments. But a good
aunt left me twenty thousand dollars, two years since, and this
being well invested yields me about fourteen hundred dollars a
"I wonder you don't go into business."
"I have thought of it, but doubt whether I should manage a
business of my own judiciously. If not, I should run the risk of
losing all my money. I like keeping books for my uncle, and
he pays me a good salary. With this and the income from my
property I can live as well as I wish without incurring any risk
"I don't know but that is best," said Ben.
"Now let me speak of your own plans, Ben. Your income is
six dollars a week."
"You must regulate your expenses accordingly."
"I want to do so, Mr. Porter. How much board shall I have to
pay?" asked Ben anxiously.
"I cannot tell without inquiring. There is a boarding-house on
Warren Avenue, kept by a worthy lady of my acquaintance. How
much do you fell able to pay?"
"I should like to have enough over to buy my clothes."
"We will see if we can manage it Get your hat and we will go to
the boarding-house now."
It was a three-story brick house, such as is common in Boston. It
was unusually neat for a boarding-house of medium grade, Mrs.
Draper being an excellent housekeeper, with a horror of dirt.
"How do you do, Mr. Porter?" was the landlady's greeting. Mr.
Porter had once boarded with her.
"Very well, thank you, Mrs. Draper. How is business? Pretty
"Yes, sir; I've only got one small room vacant."
"May we see it?"
"It won't suit you, Mr. Porter."
"It may suit my young friend here."
"A relative of yours?" inquired Mrs. Draper.
"No, but he is a young friend in whom I feel an interest."
"I shall be very glad if the room suits him, then."
Mrs. Draper led the way up-stairs to the vacant room. It was small,
but neatly carpeted, and provided all that was needful in a chamber.
"How much do you like it, Ben?" asked the bookkeeper.
"Very much," said Ben, in a tone of satisfaction.
Mr. Porter walked to the other end of the room and discussed terms
with Mrs. Draper in a low tone.
"What is your price for this room with board?"
"I have generally got six dollars a week."
"I want you to let my young friend have it for four."
"I really couldn't do it, Mr. Porter. You have no idea how much I
have to pay at the market for meat and vegetables. Then my
landlord won't reduce my rent."
"You don't understand me, Mrs. Draper," said the bookkeeper.
"You are to charge him only four dollars; but I propose to make
up the difference."
"That is, of course, satisfactory."
"One thing more. My young friend is not to know about this
arrangement. He is to suppose that four dollars a week is payment in
"There is only one objection to that, Mr. Porter. If my other
boarders suppose that is all he pays, they will make a fuss, and want
their rate of board reduced."
"Then he shall be cautioned to keep the price he pays secret. Ben!"
Ben walked over to where they were standing.
"Mrs. Draper agrees to take you at the very low price of four dollars
a week for room and board."
Ben looked delighted.
"Then I shall have money enough from my wages to pay all my
expenses without calling on Aunt Jane."
"Yes, if you are economical. As this price is extremely low, you are
not to mention to any of the other boarders how much you pay."
"I will be sure to remember it," said Ben.
As they were leaving the house Mr. Porter said: "Don't suppose,
Ben, that I am anxious to get rid of you. I had half a mind to keep
you with me a week or two. But one thing deterred me. You are
a poor boy, and have your own way to make in the world. You
can't for years afford to live as I am doing. If I accustomed you to
living expensively it would be harder for you to accommodate
yourself to your means."
"I understand you, Mr. Porter, and thank you. I consider you a true
friend," said Ben earnestly.
"I see you are a sensible boy, Ben. You are right in looking upon me
as a friend. I hope you will come and call upon me often."
"Thank you, sir. I shall consider it a privilege to do so. And I hope
you will give me any advice that you think will benefit me."
"I will, Ben, and I will begin now. We have a large public library in
Boston, of which we are very proud. I advise you to draw books
"I shall be glad to," said Ben eagerly.
"Come round, and I will show it to you."
Together they entered the handsome building on Copley Square.
Ben, who had never seen a large library, or, indeed, any library
containing over a thousand books, was amazed at what he saw.
"I didn't suppose there was any library in the world so large," he said.
"Here is the newspaper and magazine room. You can come in here
any evening. It will be much better than to spend your time where
many boys and young men do—in billiard and drinking saloons."
"I shall enjoy living in Boston very much."
"I think you will. While a large city has more temptations than a
small town, it also has more opportunities for improvement. I
hope, Ben, you will start right, and prepare the way for a useful
"Thank you, Mr. Porter. I mean to try."
The next day Ben took formal possession of his room in the
boarding-house on Warren Avenue. He found a pleasant class
of boarders there and a good table. Though not luxurious, it
was better than he had been used to at home, and he felt
himself fortunately placed.
Sam Attempts Strategy
The more Sam Archer thought of the effect of his letter upon Ben's
fortunes the more he felt provoked.
"I wish I hadn't sent him to Jones & Porter," thought he. "I hope he
won't suit them."
When a fortnight had passed Sam managed to meet James Watson.
"Have you heard from Ben Bradford lately?"
"Yes," said James.
"What does he write?"
"That he likes his place very much. The bookkeeper is very kind to
him, and assists him with advice. Then he likes being in a bookstore."
Sam was not overjoyed at the news.
"How kind you are to take such an interest in Ben!"
"I don't take an interest in him," returned Sam.
"Then what makes you ask after him so particularly?"
"I expected he'd be discharged by this time."
"What made you think so?"
"He didn't give satisfaction at the mill. He was discharged."
"So was I."
"But not for the same reasons," said Sam. "It was because times
"I rather think Ben's work was satisfactory enough, but you
influenced your father against him."
"How much pay does he get?" inquired Sam.
"More than he received at the mill."
"I wonder whether all this is true," considered Sam. "James Watson
is Ben's friend and he may represent things better than they are."
An excellent plan suggested itself to Sam. He would ask his father's
permission to go to Boston and pass a day or two with his friend,
Frank Ferguson. This would allow him to drop into Jones & Porter's
store and judge for himself how Ben was situated.
Sam had no trouble about obtaining permission.
On reaching the city he decided to call at the store before going to
his friend's residence.
Ben was dusting books, when a glance toward the door revealed
the entrance of Sam. The latter had cherished a faint hope that
James had deceived him, and that Ben was really not employed.
"How shall I receive him?" Ben asked himself.
He decided to treat him coolly, but not to quarrel.
"Good morning, Bradford," said Sam.
"Good morning, Archer," was the return greeting.
Sam didn't quite like this familiarity.
"How do you like working here?"
"Very much," answered Ben. "Much better than in the mill," he
"I shouldn't think they'd have taken a green country boy," suggested
"Perhaps they wouldn't if a friend hadn't written for me," said Ben
with a meaning glance at Sam.
"How much pay do you get?"
"I would rather not say."
"Because it is so small," said Sam, with a sneer.
"On the contrary, I look upon it as liberal. I am doing better than if I
had remained at Milltown."
This was bad news for Sam.
"I am really obliged to the person who wrote the letter which
secured me the position," Ben added.
"It isn't much of a business to dust books."
"I sell books sometimes," said Ben, smiling. "Can I show you
something this morning."
"No, I don't want anything. Where do you live?"
"I board on Warren Avenue."
"In a cheap boarding-house?"
"There are some very nice people who board there."
Sam came to a sudden decision. Would it be possible to induce
Ben to give up his place, and enter the mill again? He could be
discharged after awhile, and cast adrift. It was rather foolish to
suppose that Ben would snap at such a bait, but he decided to
"I think you would be better off in the mill," he said.
"You could board at home, and help your aunt. You would soon be
"I thought you didn't want me to enter the mill," exclaimed Ben,
amazed. "Your father told me that my record was not good;" and
Ben looked indignant.
"Father was feeling out of sorts," said Sam smoothly.
"He will take you on if you'll come back."
"What does the fellow mean?" thought Ben.
It didn't take him long to guess. If he should return to the mill he
would be once more in Sam's power.
"You really think your father would employ me?"
"Yes, he would if I asked him to."
"I would thank you, Sam Archer, if I thought your offer was a
"What makes you think that it isn't."
"The feeling which I have reason to think you entertain for me, and
your conduct in the past."
"You are too suspicious, Ben."
"If I find I am, I will apologize to you. It would be foolish for me
to give up so good a position in order to accept a poor one, which
is not all permanent."
"Well, Bradford, I must bid you good morning. Just write to me if
you decide to accept."
"If I decide to accept I will."
"He's getting very impudent," said Sam to himself, "If I could only
get him into the mill I could fix him. We'd let him stay two or three
weeks, and then ship him. But he won't do it. Stay, I think of a
What the way was may be conjectured from a letter which Ben
received three days later from his Aunt Jane:
"My Dear Nephew: I am feeling almost heart-broken. It is reported
by one who saw you lately that you are looking very dissipated. I
was afraid the temptations of the city were too much for you. You
are too young to go away from home. I won't blame you too much,
for I feel that you are weak rather than wicked. But I shall not feel
comfortable till you are at home again. Don't hesitate to give up
your place. I am assured that they will take you on again at the mill,
and it will be much better for you to be at home with us, till you are
older, and better able to resist temptation.
"Your anxious aunt,
Ben read this letter in amazed indignation.
"Sam is at the bottom of this," he concluded. "It is he that has
reported that I look dissipated. He wants to deprive me of my place,
and get me into the mill, where I shall be in his power. I can't forgive
him for frightening my poor aunt. If I were at home, I should
certainly punish him as he deserves."
Ben took the letter to his friend, the bookkeeper.
"What do you think of that?" he asked.
"This letter was written at an enemy's instigation."
"You are right, Mr. Porter."
Then Ben told his friend of Sam's call.
"Will you do me a favor, Mr. Porter?" he asked.
"Certainly I will, Ben."
"Then, will you write to my aunt, and assure her that my habits are
good, and that her informant has willfully lied? It will relieve her
The next day Mrs. Bradford received a letter, very enthusiastic in its
tone, which completely exonerated our hero from the charges
brought against him.
"Your nephew," it concluded, "bids fair to become one of our best
clerks. He is polite, faithful, and continually trying to improve.
You need have no apprehension about him. It would be very
foolish for him to resign his situation."
Sam Praises Ben
The same mail that carried the bookkeeper's letter to Mrs. Bradford
also carried a letter from Ben to Sam Archer. It ran thus:
"Sam Archer: You might be in better business than telling lies about
me to my aunt. If you think I look dissipated your eyes deceive you,
and I advise you to wear glasses the next time you come to Boston.
If you choose to come to the store, it is none of my business; but
you need not take the trouble in order to see me.
I quite understand your anxiety to get me back into the mill. There
was a time when I should have been glad of a place there; but now
I have a place that suits me better, and don't care to change.
When Sam received this letter, he looked and felt provoked.
Somehow or other Ben was always getting the better of him. He
wanted to injure him, but there seemed no way. Suddenly it
occurred to Sam that he might prejudice Jones & Porter against
He sat down at once and wrote them an anonymous letter, of which
this is a copy:
"Messrs. Jones & Porter: I hear that you have taken into your
employment a boy named Benjamin Bradford from this town. You
probably are not aware that he has a very bad reputation here. He
was employed in the mill for a time, but was discharged because he
was idle and lazy. He keeps bad company, and none of the
respectable boys here cared to associate with him. I don't like to see
an honorable firm imposed upon, and that is why I warn you of the
character of your new clerk, though I have no personal interest in the
The next day Ben was summoned to the countingroom.
"Ben," said Mr. Porter, "have you any enemy in Milltown?"
"We have just received a letter warning us against you, as unworthy
of our confidence."
Mr. Porter smiled, or Ben might have felt uncomfortable.
"May I see the letter?" he asked.
The letter was placed in his hands.
"It is Sam Archer's handwriting," he said, looking up. "I hope, sir,
you won't let it prejudice you against me."
"I would not allow myself to be influenced by an anonymous letter.
It is a stab in the dark."
"I want to show you how inconsistent Sam is," said Ben. "He was
here a few days ago, and urged me to give up my place here, and
take one in the mill."
"That is rather strange, if he is your enemy."
"No, sir; he don't like it because I have a good place here. If I
should go into the mill I should probably be discharged in a week
or two, and cast adrift."
"Are any boys as malicious as that?"
"Not many, sir, I hope; but Sam is an exception."
"I sympathize with you in your persecution, Ben; but I can assure
you that no anonymous letters will change my opinion of you. If
this enemy sends another letter, I shall feel tempted to increase
"Then I hope he'll write again," said Ben, laughing.
"If we continue satisfied with you, we shall probably advance you on
the first of January."
"Thank you, sir," said Ben warmly. "May I answer this letter, sir?"
"You may say that we have shown it to you, and that we despise such
malicious attempts to injure."
The next day Sam received a letter from Ben, which concluded:
"If you write another similar letter to my employers, you will be
doing me quite a service. It will probably cause them to raise my
salary. As I owe my place to you, you now have it in your
power to increase the obligation. How bad you must feel, Sam,
at your inability to do me harm! I can't say I exactly sympathize
with you, but I certainly pity you for harboring such malice in your
heart. I don't know how to express my gratitude for all of your
kindness. If ever you want a situation in Boston let me know.
There is a peanut woman on the Common who wants a smart,
Sam was stung by the cool indifference and contempt which
appeared in this letter. Ben did not take the trouble to be angry.
He evidently despised his enmity, and defied him. Sam felt that
he hated Ben worse.
"What's that letter you are scowling over, Sam?" asked James
"It's a letter from a miserable puppy," hissed Sam.
"Is it? Do you correspond with miserable puppies?"
"I can't help their writing to me. If you want to know who it is, it's
your friend, Ben Bradford."
"How long have you corresponded?" asked James.
"I wouldn't lower myself by writing to him," said Sam wrathfully.
"I'll show you what I think of his letter."
As he spoke, he tore the letter to pieces.
"You're a strange boy, Sam," said James.
"Why am I?"
"Haven't you been working hard to get Ben back to Milltown?"
"I wish he'd come back."
"And yet you can't bear the sight of him."
"I hate him worse than any fellow I know."
"Come, now, Sam, just listen to a little advice. If you had always
treated Ben right you would like him as well as I do. Why should
you cherish malice against him? He has good qualities, and so
have you, if you'd only give 'em a chance to show themselves."
"That's all gammon," said Sam impatiently.
"What, about your having good qualities?"
"About my ever liking Ben Bradford. Before I'd make a friend of
him, I would go without friends."
"You may think differently some time."
On the first of January Ben wrote to his aunt:
"My Dear Aunt: Congratulate me on my good luck. Mr. Porter, this
morning, called me into the countingroom, and informed me that
henceforth my wages would be eight dollars a week—two dollars
more that I have been receiving. I owe this partly to my good luck.
I am a favorite of the bookkeeper, who is Mr. Porter's nephew;
otherwise, if I had been advanced at all, it would have been only one
dollar a week. Don't you think it would have been rather foolish if I
had come back and gone into the mill, as you wished me to?"
"After all, I think Ben did right to stay," said Aunt Jane, when she
read the letter.
"I wish he'd come home," said Tony. "Then he could play with me."
The Cunard Steamer
Early one morning a gentleman came into Jones & Porter's bookstore,
and selected some books, which he paid for. There were eighteen in all.
"Where shall we send them, sir?"
"Can you send them to the Cunard steamer at East Boston? I sail
for Europe today."
"Certainly, sir. When does the steamer start?"
"At twelve o'clock. Don't fail to have them there on time, as I shall
be greatly disappointed to miss them."
When the gentleman had left the store, Ben was summoned.
"Ben, do you know the Cunard Wharf in East Boston?" asked the
"I can easily find it."
"Here is a package of books to be carried there."
"All right, sir," said Ben.
"They are for Mr. James Parker. If you don't find him leave them
with the steward."
So Ben took the package, and made his way toward the East Boston
On board the boat he look around him, thinking it possible that he
might recognize some one of his fellow passengers. Considerably
to his surprise he noticed Mr. Archer, superintendent of the
factory at Milltown, whom he had not seen since the latter declined
to take him on again at the mill.
"I wonder what brings Mr. Archer here?"
His surprise, however, was only momentary. There was nothing
strange in the superintendent's having business at East Boston.
Ben noticed, however, that Mr. Archer wore a traveling-suit, and
carried a knapsack.
Ben would have liked to inquire if Squire Archer had seen his aunt
lately, if they had been on friendly terms; but he was very doubtful
how his advance would be received, and remained where he was.
The boat touched the pier and the passengers disembarked. Ben
was two or three rods behind the squire. Our hero inquired the
way to the steamer, and had no difficulty about obtaining the
necessary information. To his additional surprise Squire Archer
crossed the gangway only a little in advance of Ben.
"What can be the squire's business here?" thought Ben, in surprise.
Ben halted on deck, and looked around for some officer to whom
he could entrust the package. At this moment Squire Archer turned
and saw Ben for the first time. He started and changed color, as
Ben could see. For an instant he looked irresolute. Then he
approached Ben, and said roughly: "What brings you here?"
"I am here on business," answered Ben.
"On business! What business?"
"I have a package of books for one of the passengers."
"Oh, I see," said the mill superintendent, seeming to be relieved.
"You are working in a bookstore."
"What firm is it?"
"Jones & Porter."
"Oh, yes, I know. I have often been in their store. How do you like
Squire Archer's tone was quite genial and friendly, though there was
an uneasy expression on his face.
"Very well, sir."
"If you ever get out of a place, come to me."
"I thought you said my record was not good."
"So I did," said the superintendent; "but I was mistaken. I was
thinking of another boy at the time."
"I am glad to hear it, sir," he answered. "I felt disturbed about it
at the time."
"Of course. I believe you and Sam had a little difference."
"Yes, sir; but I don't think I was to blame."
"I don't care to inquire into that. You and Sam will laugh over it
when you become a little older."
Squire Archer had never seemed so kind and pleasant. Ben began
to think he had misjudged him.
"I would like to be friends with Sam," he said. "I shall be ready to
meet him half-way."
"I will tell him so to-night," said the superintendent.
"By the way, I suppose you are rather surprised to see me here.
You didn't think I was going to Europe?"
"No, sir, I didn't think that. I suppose you couldn't be spared at the
"Quite true, my boy. I can't be spared for so long. I wish I could. I
have long wanted to make a European tour; but I am tied down at
home by business. However, that doesn't explain why I am here."
"Don't tell me, sir, unless you like. It is none of my business."
"To be sure. In fact, there is a little secret about it; but I don't mind
Ben felt more and more surprised. Was this the proud Squire
Archer, who carried his head so high?
"If there is a secret about it, perhaps you had better not tell me," said
"Oh, I am quite willing to tell you; but you must not say anything
about it till after the steamer has sailed. The fact is, a man, who
owes the mill a large sum of money, it is suspected has taken
passage on board this steamer, with the intention of going to
Europe and evading the payment of his debt. I can't tell you his
name, as that might interfere with my plans. I am here to
intercept him, and prevent his departure."
"I hope you will succeed, Squire Archer," said Ben.
"Thank you, Ben. You see, therefore, that it is essential for me to
keep my presence here secret till the steamer sails. I will go
down-stairs now and watch."
Ben delivered his parcel, left the steamer, and did not mention that
he had met any one whom he knew. He felt bound to respect
Squire Archer's secret.
In the afternoon he was walking up Washington Street with the
bookkeeper, when the latter bought the Evening Transcript. He
glanced at the first page and then turned to Ben.
"Do you know Archer living in Milltown?"
"Certainly; he is the superintendent of the mill there."
"Well, here is a paragraph about him. It seems he has left the town,
with fifty thousand dollars belonging to the corporation. His flight
has made a great sensation. The police are on his track, and it is
thought that he will be arrested and brought back."
"I saw Squire Archer this morning, on the Cunard steamer. He told
me not to mention having seen him till after the steamer had started."
"Is it possible?" exclaimed young Porter.
"Yes; he said he was looking out for a man who owed money to the
mill, whom he suspected of taking secret passage for Europe."
Sam Is Improved By Adversity
Mr. Archer's flight made a great commotion in Milltown. No one
entertained a suspicion of his integrity. He had been appropriating
the funds of the corporation to his own use, being treasurer as well
as superintendent. When exposure was inevitable he fled.
To Sam and his mother, it was a great blow, not only on account
of the disgrace, but also because it involved poverty and a narrow
style of living. To persons of their pretensions this was heavy to
bear. They were not altogether penniless. Mrs. Archer had
property of her own, to the amount of four thousand dollars, which
was unimpaired. But, even at a liberal rate of interest, this would
not support them. Sam remained in the house, dispirited and
resentful against the father who had brought this upon him, till he
got tired of confinement and walked out. He hoped to meet no one
whom he knew, but at the corner of the street he fell in with James
"He is one of Ben Bradford's friends. He will rejoice at what has
happened," thought Sam. But James stopped him, and said in a
friendly tone: "Are you out for a walk, Sam? Let us walk together?"
"I didn't know as you'd care to walk with me."
"You don't think I rejoice over your misfortune?"
"I didn't know but you might. You are a friend of Ben Bradford."
"He will be very sorry. He won't think of any little difference there
has been between you."
"I don't believe that," said Sam, shaking his head.
"You will, as soon as you see him. You mustn't lose courage, Sam.
I know it's bad for you, but——"
"I don't know what's going to become of us," said Sam despondently.
"We shall be poor."
"That isn't the worst thing that can happen to you."
"Father has treated us very badly."
"He has done wrong; but he is your father. Remember, Sam, I am
your friend, and if I can do anything for you I will."
"Thank you, James," he said. "You are a good fellow—much better
than I thought. I supposed you would be glad I was down in the
Same was to be still more surprised. The next day he received the
following letter from Ben Bradford:
"Dear Sam: I am very sorry to hear of your misfortune. Of course,
no one can blame you or your mother. I believe I was the last
acquaintance to see your father before he left Boston. I had
occasion to go on board the Cunard steamer which sailed on
Wednesday. On the dock I met your father, and had a little
conversation with him. He did not tell me that he was going to
Europe; but he was in a traveling-dress and, no doubt, he was.
"What has happened will, no doubt, make some difference in your
plans. If you wish to get a situation in Boston, I may be able to
help you to one. At the beginning of next month there will be an
opening for a boy in an establishment on Milk Street. The wages
will not exceed five dollars a week; but it would be difficult for a
beginner to do better. If you wish, I will try to get this place for
you. At any rate, I hope you will regard me as a friend who wishes
you well. The little quarrel there has been between us is not worth
"Your sincere friend,
To say that Sam was surprised to receive this cordial letter from a
boy whom he had so persistently tried to injure will hardly express
his feelings. He was overwhelmed with astonishment, mingled with
"Ben is a great deal better than I am," he was forced to admit. "I
don't deserve such a kindness from him."
He showed Ben's letter to his mother.
"I think I had better ask Ben to get me the place. We must not be
"We have no right to be proud now. We shall have scarcely enough
to support us in the humblest manner."
"My wages will help. I shall get five dollars a week. That will be
two hundred and sixty dollars a year."
Even Mrs. Archer was surprised at the change in Sam.
"Do you think you will be willing to work?"
"Of course I shall; that is, if I can work in Boston. I don't want to
"Nor I," said Mrs. Archer.
"Suppose we both go to Boston, then."
"I am afraid our income won't be sufficient."
"For two or three years you can spend some of your principal,
mother. By that time I shall be getting higher wages, and it may
not be necessary."
"I didn't expect that you would take it so, Sam."
Ben received the following answer to his letter.
"Dear Ben: I thank you for your kind letter. I feel very much
ashamed of the way I have treated you in the past. I didn't know
what a good fellow you were. I am afraid I shouldn't have
behaved as well in your place. As to your offer, I accept it
thankfully. I shall be very glad to get the place you speak of.
Mother and I intend to move to Boston, as it is no longer
agreeable to stay here. Do you know of any boarding-house
where the prices are reasonable, for we cannot afford to pay
high rates? If you do, please find out on what terms we can be
accommodated, and let me know."
Ben was pleased.
"Sam has improved," he thought.
By the first of the month Sam and his mother were established in a
boarding-house on Warren Avenue and Sam had entered upon his
duties in Milk Street.
Clouds in the Sky
Ben felt that he and his aunt were fortunately situated. From the time
when his salary was raised he had laid aside two dollars a week,
which he deposited in the savings-bank on School Street. His aunt,
having no rent to pay, easily got along on her income from work and
from the liberal board paid for little Emma.
"I am getting on," thought Ben, complacently regarding his bank
book, at the end of three months. "I am worth twenty-six dollars
Little Emma, his aunt's boarder, was a child of pleasant disposition,
and had given little trouble to Mrs. Bradford. Her health, too, had
been excellent, until all at once she became pale and thin. Mrs.
Bradford felt it her duty to report this to Mr. Manning, the child's
guardian. By his direction, a skillful physician was consulted, who
gave it as his opinion that the best thing for the child would be a sea
voyage. This was communicated to Mr. Manning.
"Fortunately," he responded, "my sister starts in a fortnight for
Europe. She will be absent six months. I have prevailed upon her to
take charge of Emma."
Mrs. Bradford was glad that the little girl would have a chance to
recover her former health and bloom; but she felt her loss doubly,
on account of her society, and on account of the loss of income
which her absence would involve. It was not until after Emma had
actually gone that she felt the full force of the last consideration. So
the poor woman wrote a doleful letter to Ben, in which she predicted
that Tony and herself must soon go to the poorhouse.
When this letter reached Ben his duty was set plainly before him.
From his regular income he could spare two dollars a week, and,
taking two dollars weekly from his reserve fund, he would be
enabled to allow his aunt four dollars a week, which, added to her
own earnings, would maintain her and Tony in comfort.
"My dear aunt," he wrote, "don't talk of going to the poorhouse just
yet. You forget that you have a rich nephew in Boston, who is
unwilling that any of his relations should live at public expense unless
they get into public office. I don't suppose there is any chance of
your getting elected member of Congress. As it is, I shall send you
every week four, dollars, which I hope will provide you with your
usual comfort. I can keep up this allowance for twenty weeks, and
that will carry you nearly to the time when Emma will return to you;
then all will be right again."
Ben began to save a dollar more. He wanted to prepare for the time
when his little fund would be exhausted. If by that time he had twelve
dollars more, he would be able to continue to his aunt her regular
allowance, till the six months were at an end. The thought that he
had arranged matters so satisfactory made Ben quite cheerful. He
realized the advantage of the habit of saving. He was encouraged
also by some help which he received from the bookkeeper.
"Ben," said he, "do you spend all your salary?"
"Yes, Mr. Porter, I am obliged to."
"I should think you could save something out of eight dollars a week,
as only four goes for board."
"So I could, but I have to help my aunt."
"I thought she was provided for," said Mr. Porter.
"Doesn't she get seven dollars a week for boarding a little girl?"
"She did; but the little girl is now in Europe."
"I suppose you cannot send much to your aunt."
"I send her four dollars a week."
"Four dollars a week!" exclaimed the young man, in surprise. "Why,
that allows you nothing after paying your board."
The Ben told his friend about his savings.
"Doesn't it seem hard to have your earnings used up in this way?"
asked the bookkeeper.
"No," answered Ben cheerfully.
"You are an excellent boy, Ben. You have done just the right thing.
I am glad you are so unselfish."
"I am afraid I am selfish as the majority of boys; but I am not mean
enough to let my aunt and little cousin suffer."
"I believe you consider me a friend of yours, Ben."
"I consider you one of the best friends I have, Mr. Porter," said Ben
"Then you must allow me a friend's privilege."
As he said this he drew from his pocketbook a twenty-dollar bill,
and put it into Ben's hands.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Porter; but ought I to accept so much?"
"Certainly. Remember that my means are considerable, and that I
have no one dependent upon me."
Ben felt that his companion derived pleasure from his gift, and he
did not see why he should make any further objections. He
added the twenty dollars to his savings-book fund, and said to
himself: "There will be no trouble now in tiding over the six months."
But it is said misfortunes never come singly. The very next day his
aunt received a lawyer's letter, which plunged her into the deepest
The Blow Falls
This is the material portion of Mrs. Bradford's letter to Ben:
"Dear Benjamin: The blow has fallen at last. I felt that our
prosperity was not lasting, though I never could make you
believe it. I have always expected the worst, and it has come.
Benjamin, we are ruined; I shall end my days in the poorhouse after
all. If you want an explanation, read the letter which I enclose."
The letter enclosed was from Solomon Brief, attorney, of
Montreal, informing Mrs. Bradford that, as executor of the
estate of the late Matthew Baldwin, of Montreal, he begged to
remind her that for five years she had failed to pay the rent on a
tenement owned by the deceased, and which he now found it to
be his duty to demand. At sixty dollars per year, without interest,
this would now amount to three hundred dollars, which he hoped
Mrs. Bradford would see the propriety of paying at once.
Mrs. Bradford continued:
I don't know whether they will put me in jail or not; but you know
that I cannot pay this money, and couldn't if I had five years to do
it in. What will become of us all I don't know. 'Man is born to
trouble as the sparks fly upward.'
"Your sorrowful aunt,
"P.S.—I am sure your Uncle Matthew never intended that I should
pay the rent. He once wrote me a letter to that effect, but I can't
Even Ben, hopeful as he was, looked sober after reading this letter.
He went to his friend, the bookkeeper.
"Have you ever seen your uncle, Ben?" he inquired.
"What was his reputation?"
"He was considered wealthy."
"It is a pity you could not visit Montreal, and make some inquiries,"
said the bookkeeper thoughtfully.
"Of course I can't do that."
"Then, first of all, write to this lawyer, and inquire the particulars
of Mr. Baldwin's death; and next, how his property is left.
Then make him acquainted with the terms on which your aunt
has occupied her house."
This advice seemed reasonable, and Ben adopted it.
As Ben left the store at six o'clock, one evening, he brushed by an
old man with a bent figure and apparently feeble. He stumbled
and would have fallen had not Ben sprung forward and held him up.
"Thank you, my boy," he said, in a tremulous voice.
"You seem feeble," said Ben compassionately.
"Yes, I am not strong."
"If you wish it I will accompany you to your house; you might fall again."
"What is your name?"
"Where do you board?" asked the old man abruptly.
"At No.—-Warren Avenue."
"I want to find a comfortable boarding-house. Do you think I could
get in there?"
"Yes, sir; I know Mrs. Draper has a vacant room."
"Is she reasonable in her charges?"
"If she were not I could not afford to board there."
"I've a great mind to go there," said the old man.
"I wonder if he has money enough to pay his board regularly,"
Just then a grandson of Mrs. Draper's, Charlie Hunting, a boy
rather younger than Ben, came up.
"How are you, Ben?" he said.
"All right, Charlie. Do you know if your grandmother has let
the bedroom on the second floor?"
"Yes, I know she hasn't."
"Would you like to go and see it, sir?" asked Ben.
"Yes," said the old man. "Is it far?"
"About half a mile; but we can take the cars."
"No, I can walk, if you will walk slow enough for me. I am
not so young as I was."
"Certainly, sir. Charlie, if you are going home, just tell your
grandmother that this gentleman is coming to look at her room.
You needn't wait for me."
"All right, Ben."
"You are very kind to an old man; what did you say your name
"Have you parents living?"
"No, sir, only an aunt and cousin."
"Are they well off?"
"Not very, sir. They got along very comfortably till lately, but now
something has happened which makes me feel anxious. But I won't
trouble you with it, sir."
"Tell me about it; I would like to hear it."
"For five years my aunt has occupied a small house, rent free. It
belonged to her uncle. She has just got a letter saying that her uncle
is dead, and demanding payment of rent for the last five years."
"What are you going to do about it?"
"I have written to the lawyer, telling him on what terms my aunt
occupied her house—that is, rent free, on condition that she paid the
"What was the uncle's name? I am a little acquainted in Montreal.
Perhaps I may have heard it."
"His name was Matthew Baldwin."
"I have heard of him. He was a miserly old man."
"I don't know about that," said Ben.
"It seems to me you ought to look after the matter. Why don't you
go to Montreal?"
"I can't spare the time or money," answered Ben. "Besides, we
should certainly have heard of it if any property had been
coming to us. I have written to the lawyer, and expect to hear
When they reached the boarding-house on Warren Avenue the old
man appeared pleased with the vacant room. He haggled a little
about the terms, but finally agreed to take it at the price set by Mrs.
Draper. He gave his name as Marcus Benton, and too immediate
Ben Receives a Commission
In due time a letter came from Montreal. It was brief and not
overcourteous. From it Ben learned that Mr. Baldwin had been
dead for three weeks, and that all his property was left to a young
man who claimed to be a distant relative. The name of the heir was
John Tremlett. The letter concluded: "I can find nothing in the
papers of the deceased confirming your statement that your aunt
was allowed to occupy her house rent free. If you hold any proof
of your assertions, you may forward it. Otherwise Mr. Tremlett
will insist upon his claim."
This letter reached Ben on a Friday. It naturally caused him anxiety.
He obtained permission to go to Milltown Saturday afternoon and
spend Sunday. He desired himself to institute a search for the letter
of which his aunt had spoken.
His aunt received him in tearful despondency.
"Oh, what shall we do, Benjamin?" said the widow.
"First, we must search for that letter of Uncle Matthew's."
"I know I'm to blame, Benjamin. I have brought ruin upon you and
my poor, innocent Tony."
"You haven't ruined me, so you need not trouble yourself about that.
Even if the letter cannot be found, I guess we shall live through it."
They hunted high and low; but the letter was not to be found. Ben
was a good deal disappointed, but did not venture to say so, not
wishing to increase his aunt's despondency. On Monday morning
he went back to Boston, and told the bookkeeper.
"It seems quite desirable that you should go to Montreal, Ben," said
"Of course that is out of the question, Mr. Porter."
"No; I think it can be managed."
Ben looked, as he felt, not a little surprised.
"It is some time," explained the bookkeeper, "since we sent an agent
to Montreal. We have been thinking of sending some one up there,
stopping at the principal towns on the way. You are rather young,
but if I recommend you I presume my uncle will let you go."
Of course Mr. Porter, senior, had to be consulted. Though not a
little doubtful about the expediency of sending so young a
representative of the house, he finally gave his consent, which was
communicated to Ben.
Ben was summoned to the countingroom, and received his
instructions, with a sum of money for expenses. At three o'clock
in the afternoon he was dismissed, though he was not to start till
the next morning.
Old Mr. Benton's door was open when Ben returned.
"What brings you home so soon?" he inquired.
"I am going to Montreal," said Ben.
"Come in and tell me about it."
The old man, clad in a ragged dressing-gown, was sitting in a
rocking-chair by the fire. The day was not cold, but his blood
was thin, and he felt the need of some artificial heat. He was
smoking a common clay pipe.
"Isn't this sudden—your going to Montreal?" asked Mr. Benton.
"Yes, sir; I think young Mr. Porter has made business there in order
to give a chance to go?"
"What do you mean to do?"
"I shall attend first to the business of the firm, and then call on this
lawyer, Mr. Brief."
"It is well thought of, and, Benjamin, try to get a chance to see the
new heir, Mr. Tremlett, and find out what use he is making of his
"Yes, sir, I will."
"Have you money enough to pay your expenses, Benjamin?" asked
the old man, rather hesitatingly.
"Oh, yes, sir; the firm provides for that."
"To be sure. Of course they ought to do it," said Mr. Benton,
appearing to feel relieved.
"How long do you expect to be gone, Benjamin?"
"I don't know, sir; I am to stop in Burlington and one or two other
places. I may be gone ten days."
"I shall feel lonely without you, Benjamin."
"I am glad you value my society so much."
"I am a lonely man, Benjamin; I have never had many friends, and I
have outlived nearly all of those."
"You ought to have married, Mr. Benton; then you would have
children and grandchildren to comfort you in your old age."
"I wish I had, Benjamin; but it is too late now."
"It is never too late to mend, Mr. Benton," said Ben. "Men older
than you have married."
"Then they were fools," said Mr. Benton bluntly.
"Suppose you should be sick, sir?"
"I would hire a nurse. I am not rich, but I have enough to provide
for the few years I have remaining."
"I must ask you to excuse me now, sir," said Ben. "I must buy a few
things which I shall need."
Ben wrote briefly to his aunt, to let her know that he was about to
start for Montreal. Mrs. Bradford was not a little discomposed.
"It's tempting Providence to send a child like Benjamin to a foreign
country," she remarked to Mrs. Perkins, who had dropped in for a
"Do you know how far it is, Mrs. Perkins?"
"About a thousand miles," answered her visitor, whose ideas about
geography were rather misty.
"Suppose Ben should lose his way."
"Like as not he will," observed Mrs. Perkins.
"I shan't sleep a wink till Ben gets back. They ought to have sent
somebody with him."
"Ben can get along," said Tony, who had implicit confidence in his
big cousin. "He won't get lost."
"What does a child like you know about it?" said Mrs. Perkins
rebukingly. "You shouldn't put in your oar when your mother and
me are talking."
On his arrival in Montreal, Ben ascertained where Mr. Brief's office
was, but deferred going to see him. He felt very properly that he
ought to attend to the business of his employers first, and then, when
he could do so without detriment to their interests look after his
own. He was very anxious to succeed. He knew very well that
Jones & Porter had serious doubts about the expediency of
sending so young a representative to Montreal.
In calling upon different booksellers he exerted himself to the
utmost. Though but sixteen, his address was pleasing, his manner
self-possessed and he was courteous and gentlemanly, so that he
won favorable regards of those with whom he had business
relations. The result was that he received quite a number of orders,
which he at once sent forward by mail.
Thus three days were spent. On the morning of the fourth, he called
at the office of Solomon Brief.
"What do you want, boy?" asked a clerk.
"I want to see Mr. Brief."
"His time is too valuable to be taken up by boys."
"If I had a clerk like you I would soon get rid of him."
"You would, hey?" blustered the young man, advancing threateningly.
Ben didn't budge and the clerk stopped short.
"Did you say you came on business?" he inquired.
"That I will tell Mr. Brief," said Ben firmly.
"You are from the States, aren't you?"
"That accounts for your impudence."
"I should know you were not from the States."
"Because you are so uncivil."
"Look here, young fellow, you'd better clear out, if you don't want
to get kicked out."
"Who is to do the kicking?"
"I wouldn't advise you to try it."
"It wouldn't be prudent."
"Ho! ho!" laughed the clerk sarcastically.
"Once more," said Ben. "I request you to announce me to Mr. Brief.
He is executor of Mr. Baldwin's estate, I believe."
"Why didn't you tell me that was your business?"
"I couldn't see that it mattered to you."
At this moment the inner door opened, and a tall man, with reddish
hair and mutton-chop whiskers of the same hue, made his appearance.
"What's this Frederic? Who is this boy?"
"I wish to see you on business connected with Mr. Baldwin's estate
sir," said Ben; "but this young man appears to have an objection to
"Why don't you bring him in?"
"I didn't suppose he had any business with you."
"Who constituted you a judge of that, sir? Hereafter leave me to
decide. Boy, come in."
Mr. Brief threw himself into an office chair.
"Well, who are you?" he asked.
"My name is Benjamin Bradford."
"You wrote a letter to my aunt, Mrs. Jane Bradford, of Milltown,
Massachusetts, not long since."
"Exactly. Do you represent her?"
"Very well. Did you bring the three hundred dollars which she owes
to the estate of my client?"
"I came to repeat what I have written you, that my aunt was
authorized to occupy the house rent-free."
"It was hardly worth while to come so far to say that," said Mr. Brief,
with a sneer.
"I am here in Montreal on other business, and have taken the
opportunity to see you about my own."
"Indeed! Then you are a business man?"
"I represent the firm of Jones & Porter, publishers."
"Humph! Can't they get any one but a boy to represent them?"
"That, sir, is their business," he answered emphatically. "I have not
chosen to inquire whether my uncle could not have found a better
lawyer to act as executor."
"You are impudent, young man!" exclaimed Solomon Brief, his face
being as red for the moment as his hair.
"We have neither of us been overcivil," said Ben. "Suppose we come
back to business."
"Come now, you're a cool one."
"Perhaps I am. I have always understood that coolness is desirable
in business. May I inquire of what disease my uncle died?"
"It would serve you right if I declined to answer your questions after
your impudence to me. However, I will overlook it this time. Your
uncle committed suicide."
"Good gracious!" ejaculated Ben, who was quite unprepared for this
announcement. "How did he do it?"
"He drowned himself."
"What could possibly have driven him to it?"
"Of that we are ignorant. He left a letter at his lodgings, directing
me to open and carry out the provisions of his will, which he had
deposited with me."
"May I ask what were the provisions of his will?"
"You seem to be curious."
"I have a right to be. My aunt and myself are among his nearest
relations, if not the nearest. We had a right to suppose that we
might be remembered in his will."
"You were not."
"You can understand that we wish, at all events, to know the contents
of the will. We should have been apprised of his death sooner."
As a lawyer Mr. Brief understood that Ben was in the right, and he
produced a copy of the will.
The will was brief. The entire estate of the deceased was left to John
Tremlett with this provision, that for the first year only the income
should be paid to him; afterward he was to come into full possession.
"It seems regular," said Ben.
"Of course it is regular. I helped him make the will."
"Who is Mr. Tremlett? I never heard of him."
"A second or third cousin. He was a sort of adopted son of Mr. Baldwin."
Just here the inner door opened by the clerk, who announced, "Mr.
John Tremlett was a dark-complexioned young man, rather above
the middle height. He was by no means handsome; but plain faces
are often attractive, and this young man's was not. His eyes were
bloodshot, and even Ben's inexperienced glance could detect the
marks of dissipation. He was expensively dressed and looked like
one who made a business of spending money.
"How are you, Brief?" he said carelessly, throwing himself into a chair.
"In better condition than you are, I judge from your looks, Mr.
Tremlett," responded the lawyer.
"I hope so. I feel awfully seedy," said Tremlett.
"Your own fault. You shouldn't keep such late hours."
"Oh, bother that, Brief! I must have a good time."
"You don't look as if you were enjoying your mode of life."
"Oh, I shall be all right when I get over my headache. Is this a client
of yours?" glancing at Ben.
"He's a relation of yours, according to his own account," said Mr. Brief.
"Is he?" inquired Tremlett languidly. "Can't say I ever saw him before."
"Mr. Baldwin was my great-uncle," said Ben. "That is, he was an
uncle of my aunt, Mrs. Jane Bradford."
"Indeed! Were you expecting a share of the property?" asked
"I thought Mr. Baldwin might remember his niece."
"He hasn't, though."
"So I find by the will."
"Sorry for you; but, of course, Mr. Baldwin had a right to dispose of
his property as he saw fit."
"I don't deny his right."
"Then you are not intending to dispute the will," said Tremlett, relieved.
"I never dreamed of doing it. I came about a house which my aunt
has been occupying rent-free."
"What is it, Brief? Do I know about it?"
"It's a small house in Milltown, Massachusetts, which belongs to
your uncle's estate. I found that Mrs. Bradford has paid no rent for
it during the last five years, and accordingly sent her an invitation to
pay up arrears."
"Has she done it?"
"No, sir," said Ben. "Mr. Baldwin permitted her to occupy the house
"That is your assertion," said the lawyer.
"It is true," returned Ben quickly.
"Show it to me in writing, and that will end all dispute."
"I hope yet to do it, but thus far we have been unable to find Uncle
"That's all fair," said Tremlett. If the letter can't be found, the money
must be paid.
"My aunt is utterly unable to pay it. She is poor."
"That is no excuse in law, my young friend," said Mr. Brief. "She
must borrow the money then."
"Where?" asked Ben.
"That is not our lookout. As you are in business, perhaps you will
advance the necessary sum."
"If I were able, and were satisfied of the justice of the claim, I would
do so," answered Ben. "But I don't believe that Uncle Matthew
intended that my aunt should be distressed by such a demand. Why
should he have let the rent run on for five years if he expected her to
"Can't say, I'm sure."
"How much is due?" asked Tremlett.
"Three hundred dollars," said Brief.
"Look here, young fellow," said Tremett, "Perhaps you and I can
settle it. If you will pay me two hundred dollars cash down I will
give you a receipt for the whole."
"Mr. Tremlett," said Mr. Brief stiffly, "you appear to forget that I am
settling this estate. You have no authority to make such an offer."
"Wasn't the property left to me, I should like to know?" demanded
"Then why am I not authorized to make the offer, tell me that?"
"According to Mr. Baldwin's will you can only receive the income for
the first twelve months."
"That's deuced hard on a fellow," said Tremlett.
"On the other hand, I think it is a prudent precaution."
"The old man was a tight-fisted old curmudgeon. He only wanted to
The lawyer shrugged his shoulders, and Ben broke out indignantly,
"I wouldn't speak in that way of a man who had left me all his
"Mind your own business, boy," retorted John Tremlett sharply. "Do
you think I am going to stand your impudence?"
"I think it is just as well you have waited till after Uncle Matthew's
death before speaking of him in that way."
"Don't let up on the boy! Make him pay every cent of the debt,
Brief!" exclaimed John Tremlett angrily.
"Of course we shall follow up the matter, Mr. Tremlett."
"Have him arrested if he doesn't pay, Brief."
"You seem to forget, Mr. Tremlett, that I am not your debtor. The
claim is against my aunt."
"Is that so, Brief?"
"The boy is right."
"I am sorry for it. I should like to hold him responsible."
"No doubt, Mr. Tremlett," said Ben; "but we can't always have our
"Leave the matter in my hands," said the lawyer. "I will do what is
"By the way, Brief," said John Tremlett, "I mustn't forget my errand.
I want some money."
"Some money? I gave you two hundred dollars last week."
"Well, it's gone, and I want some more."
"Mr. Tremlett," said the lawyer gravely, "are you aware how much
money you have spent during the last four weeks?"
"No, I have kept no account."
"Well I have. You have drawn eight hundred dollars."
"It costs something to see life."
"Perhaps so! but I cannot permit you to exceed your
income—during the first year, at least. Thus far you have spent
twice as much as you were entitled to draw."
Ben listened attentively. He had no idea of the extent of his uncle's
property. If it yielded four hundred dollars a month, as he inferred,
it must amount to nearly, if not quite, a hundred thousand dollars.
And this young man was not content with that. Our hero could not
help wondering at his unreasonableness.
"I don't see how I can economize," muttered Tremlett.
"What was your income before Mr. Baldwin's death, Mr. Tremlett?"
inquired Mr. Brief.
"I starved on eight hundred dollars a year."
"Then it seems to me you aught to live comfortably now on five
"My circumstances are changed."
"At this rate you'll run through the property in ten years."
"Oh, I'll pull up after awhile," said the heir carelessly. "So just give
me a couple of hundreds, old fellow!"
"I will hand you a hundred," said Mr. Brief reluctantly. "Hereafter
you must keep within your allowance."
"You're getting to be as miserly as the old man," said Tremlett.
"What's your name, boy?"
"My name is Benjamin Bradford."
"I suppose we are cousins, or something of that sort. Come out and
take a drink."
"No, thank you. I never drink."
"You don't? What a prig you must be! Good-bye, Brief."
The heir left the office, and Mr. Brief turned to Ben.
"What do you think of your uncle's heir?" he inquired.
"I think he is going to ruin rapidly," answered Ben.
"You are right. The grub has become a butterfly, and the sober clerk
has developed into a gay spendthrift. He was your uncle's clerk and
distant relative. It would make the old man turn in his coffin if he
knew how quickly his money is likely to melt away."
"Can't you check him?" asked Ben.
"For twelve months I can. After that I am powerless. I wish he were
more like you."
"Thank you," said Ben, surprised at the compliment.
"My bark is worse that my bite," said the lawyer. "About this claim
against your aunt I will do what I can for you, but try to find the letter
you refer to. The sum is a small one."
"It is large to us."
"Just so; but my client would squander it in a week. Let me hear
from you after you have returned and instituted a further search."
"Thank you, sir, I will write."
Ben left the office, judging Mr. Brief more favorably than at first.
With John Tremlett, he was disgusted.
A Surprising Discovery
"I suppose I have done all I can," said Ben to himself. "There will
be no object in remaining in Montreal any longer."
He immediately purchased a ticket, and took the next train
homeward. He arrived in Boston at mid-day.
He went at once to the store, and was cordially welcomed by the
"I am glad to see you, Ben," said the young man. "My uncle is
well pleased with the orders you have sent home."
"Then he is satisfied with me?"
"I leave him to tell you that. You can go at once into the
Ben reported himself as directed.
"Welcome back, Ben," said the old gentleman. "Have you just
"I reached the station twenty minuets ago, sir."
"And came directly to the store; I like that. How do you like
"It requires patience, sir; but I like it. I hope you are satisfied
"You have exceeded my anticipations. To be candid with you,
I doubted the expedience of sending so young a representative."
"I know that, sir, and it made me work harder."
"I should have no hesitation in sending you again. In fact, I shall
probably send you next month to New York and Philadelphia."
"I should like that very much, sir," said Ben, his eyes sparkling.
"I shall try to satisfy you."
"I think you will," said his employer kindly. "I never doubted your
fidelity. Now I feel assured of your capacity and tact. Have you
any orders not yet reported?"
"Two or three small ones, sir."
"Give them to me."
This done, Mr. Porter dismissed Ben for the day. "You need
not report for work till to-morrow morning."
Ben was glad to go to his boarding-house. On arriving there
he received another cordial greeting, this time from Mr.
Benton. The old gentleman seemed really delighted to see him,
and eager to learn what he had accomplished. Ben began to
speak of the orders he had received; but Mr. Benton interrupted
"I don't mean that," he said. "I want to hear about your own
affairs. Did you see Mr. Brief the lawyer?"
"How did you like him?"
"Not at all, at first, but better before we parted."
"How was that?" asked Mr. Benton, showing some curiosity.
At first he insisted strongly on the claim the estate has against
my aunt; but after awhile he said he should not press the matter
at present, and recommended us to look for Uncle Matthew's
"You have searched for it, have you not?" asked Mr. Benton.
"Yes, sir; but so far without success. Still I haven't given up all
hope of finding it. My motto is, 'Wait and Hope.'"
"I think it will all come out right," said the old man. "Did you
see John Tremlett?"
"Tell me about him," said the old man eagerly. "Ho does he look?"
"He looks like a fast young man," answered Ben. "I did not like
him at all."
"Do you think he is spending money fast?"
"I know he is. How much money do you think he has drawn in a
"Two hundred dollars?" suggested Mr. Benton.
"He had drawn eight hundred and spent it all, for he came into the
office to ask for more."
"The young scoundrel!" exclaimed Marcus Benton, with an
excitement which Ben could not understand. "Why he is making
ducks and drakes of my old friend's fortune."
"Did you know Uncle Matthew?" asked Ben quickly.
"Yes," answered the old man. "I told you so, didn't I?"
"No, sir, you never told me that. Do you know John Tremlett?"
"Yes, I have seen him. He was a sober, steady young man
apparently, who ingratiated himself with Mr. Baldwin, whom he
deceived as to his real character."
"What relation was he to Uncle Matthew?"
"Very distant, but he seemed near, having been in his employ for
several years. He collected rents and attended to other necessary
"If he was ever sober and steady, he has changed a good deal."
"Did Mr. Brief give him the money he asked for?"
"Not all he wanted. He gave him one hundred dollars, and reminded
him that he was only at liberty to pay over to him the income of the
estate—that is, for the first twelve months."
"Quite right!" murmured Mr. Benton.
"He lectured him upon his extravagance and fast life, and warned him
that he must check himself."
"He did right."
"What I dislike most about this John Tremlett was the way in which
he spoke of Uncle Matthew," said Ben.
"How did he speak of him?" demanded Marcus Benton quickly.
"As a tight-fisted old curmudgeon."
"He did—the young viper!" exclaimed the old man indignantly.
"Spoke so of the man who left him his fortune!"
"Yes, sir. I couldn't help telling him I thought it not very becoming to
speak in that way of his benefactor; and he told me to mind my own
"I wouldn't have believed John Tremlett would act so," said Mr.
Benton slowly; "I trusted him so, and always treated him kindly."
"You trusted him!" repeated Ben, astonished.
"My boy," said Mr. Benton, "the time has come for me to throw off
the mask. I am not Marcus Benton, as you suppose. I am Matthew
"But I thought Mr. Baldwin was dead—committed suicide,"
exclaimed Ben, in wild amazement.
"The world thinks so; but the world is mistaken. I will tell you the
whole story. I found myself getting old. In all probability I had
but a few years to live. By industry and economy I had
accumulated a fortune, which I must leave behind me. I was
anxious that it should not be squandered. I selected John Tremlett
as my heir. So far as I knew he was devoted to my interests, and
he seemed steady in his habits. But it occurred to me to try him.
Accordingly I sent a letter to my lawyer, Solomon Brief, who had
my will in his possession, announcing my intention to commit
suicide, and directing him to open the will and carry out the
provisions. Then I left Montreal secretly, staying a short time in
northern Vermont. Later I came on to Boston and managed to
throw myself in your way. Not knowing me, you treated me with
kindness and consideration. I became interested in you, and
regretted that I had made no provision for you and your aunt.
Through you I have learned how unwisely I disposed of my fortune.
Thank Heaven it is not too late to remedy that.
"This seems like a romance, Mr. Benton—I mean, Uncle Matthew."
"Yes; call me uncle. I like to feel that I have somebody to live for."
"Come out to Milltown with me, Uncle Matthew. Aunt Jane will be
delighted to see you," said Ben.
"I have work to do first," said the old man firmly. "I must go to
Montreal, and you must go with me."
"I am not sure that Jones & Porter will allow me."
"Then throw up your situation. You shall lose nothing by it."
"When do you wish to start?"
"To-night," said Mr. Baldwin resolutely.
"Then I must go to the store, at once, and give notice of my absence."
Ben lost no time in going to the store. He explained matters fully,
and obtained a week's leave of absence. Then he bought tickets
for his uncle and himself, and they set out on their long journey.
The Dead Alive
Mr. Brief was considerably surprised when Ben entered his office.
"I thought you had gone back to Boston," he said.
"I have been back to Boston, Mr. Brief, and returned to Montreal
"Didn't you finish up your business here?"
"I thought so, sir; but I was mistaken."
"I am afraid you are not a very good manager. It looks to me like
waste of time. What can I do for you?"
"A gentleman came with me, who thinks he would like to have you
attend to a little business for him."
"Certainly," responded the lawyer bruskly. "I shall be happy to wait
on him. Where is he staying?"
"At the Windsor."
"And you recommended me? I am much obliged to you. What is
the gentleman's name?"
"Can't say I ever heard of him Is he from Boston?"
"He comes from Boston," answered Ben evasively.
In the hope of securing a profitable client, Mr. Brief lost no time in
seeking the hotel.
"Remain here a moment," said Ben, as they entered the office, "and
I will let Mr. Benton know you are here."
"Certainly," said the lawyer complacently.
In five minutes Ben reappeared.
"Follow me, if you please, Mr. Brief," he said. "By the way, Mr.
Benton says he knows you."
"Mr. Benton knows me! It is strange I can't recall him," said Mr.
Brief, trying to recollect.
"I think you will remember when you see him."
"Possibly; but I have no recollection on any gentleman of that name."
Ben and his uncle—to give him a name not strictly warranted by
facts—occupied two rooms adjoining.
Ben ushered the lawyer into his own room, saying, "Mr. Brief,
you must prepare for a surprise."
When, however, the so-called Marcus Benton entered the room,
Mr. Brief sprang to his feet in great amazement.
"Can I believe my eyes?" he ejaculated.
"I think you can, Mr. Brief," said the old gentleman quietly,
"You are Matthew Baldwin."
"And you are not dead?"
"Do I look as if I were?" asked Mr. Baldwin, smiling.
"What does it all mean?" asked Mr. Brief, bewildered.
"It means that I wished to try John Tremlett. I wished to ascertain
whether he were worthy to inherit my fortune. What is your
"My opinion," said the lawyer, "is that he would run through the
property in five years. I am disgusted with him."
"How does he spend his money?" inquired Mr. Baldwin.
"In every kind of extravagance and every form of dissipation. At
the rate he is going on, it is a question, in my mind, whether he or
the property would last longer."
"I got that idea from my young friend here, who, by the way, knew
of me only as Marcus Benton when he came first to see you."
"Of course you will resume possession of the property, Mr.
"Such is my intention."
"I can give it back into your hands entire, with the exception of
nine hundred dollars drawn by Tremlett, and your funeral
"My funeral expense!" exclaimed Mr. Baldwin, in surprise.
"Yes; a body was found in the St. Lawrence, which was supposed
to be yours. It was buried with proper ceremony."
The old man smiled, but there was a certain sadness in the smile.
"It is, perhaps, only anticipating things a little," he said. "The
expenses shall be allowed."
"Of course you wish Mr. Tremlett to be informed without delay."
"He is to come to my office in an hour."
"Can you let me witness the interview?"
"Yes, sir. You can conceal yourself in the inner room, and I will
see him in the outer office, with the door ajar."
An hour later John Tremlett swaggered into Mr. Brief's office.
"Brief," said he, "I must have some money."
"Have you used up the hundred dollars I gave you four days since?"
"I am afraid you squandered it."
"That is my business, Brief."
"You remember the warning I gave you at that time?"
"Come, Brief, you can't expect to keep me in leading-strings. I am
seeing life, and of course I must pay for it."
"A pretty round sum, too."
"Oh, well, I am making up for lost time. Old Baldwin kept me so
close that I had to live like a hermit for years. He starved me on
eight hundred dollars a year—the stingy old file!"
"Apparently you want to live at the rate of ten thousand dollars a
year now, Mr. Tremlett."
"Well, I can afford it for a year or two."
"You seem to forget that your income for the first year is not quite
"Then my creditors must wait, I am going to have my fling."
"It would make Mr. Baldwin turn in his coffin if he were to know
how you are wasting his substance."
"Very likely it would," said Tremlett, laughing heartily; "but there's
one comfort, he can't come back to trouble us."
"Don't be too sure of that, John Tremlett," said a voice which struck
terror to Tremlett's heart, and Mathew Baldwin walked out of the
The young man's face turned as pale as ashes, and his knees knocked
together in his fright.
"Is it—you—Mr. Baldwin?" he ejaculated.
"Yes, it is I—your benefactor, the stingy old file, as you so gratefully
call me," answered the old man sternly.
"Not at present. How long I may live I cannot say, but long enough,
I hope, to do an act of justice."
"I am very sorry," stammered Tremlett. "Forgive me, sir."
"I may forgive you, because nothing has happened that cannot be
remedied; but I shall never again trust you."
"Won't you take me back into your service, sir?" entreated John
"Never!" said Mr. Baldwin emphatically.
"What will become of me?" ejaculated the miserable young man,
shedding maudlin tears. "I am penniless."
"I will not wholly cast you off. I will authorize Mr. Brief to pay
you eight hundred dollars during the next year, in monthly
installments. I hope you will turn over a new leaf."
"I will, sir; I will indeed," said Tremlett; but Mr. Baldwin, knowing
his past hypocrisy, did not put much faith in his penitence.
"I hope so, for your own sake," he said briefly. "You can go now,
sir. At the end of a month you can come back, and Mr. Brief
will pay you your monthly allowance."
"How can I live till then?" asked Tremlett. "Can't he pay it sooner?
I have but a dollar left."
"Sell some of your jewelry, that diamond ring, for instance. It will
maintain you till the money is payable."
John Tremlett left the office crestfallen, and cursing his foolish
prodigality, which had lost him a fine fortune.
"What are your plans, Mr. Baldwin?" asked the lawyer. "Shall
you remain in Montreal?"
"No, Mr. Brief; there is nothing to keep me here now. I shall make
my home in the States. This boy I have tested and found to be
true gold. He will not deceive me as John Tremlett has. With him
and his aunt I propose to make my home for the little time I have left."
"A very fine boy!" said Mr. Brief, regarding Ben in quite a different
light now that he was indirectly acknowledged to be a rich man's
"I shall leave you to manage my property here, Mr. Brief, for the
present at least. You will transmit the income to me as it accrues."
"You shall not repent your confidence, sir," said the lawyer. "How
soon do you leave the city?"
"To-morrow. Will that suit you, Ben?"
"Oh, yes, Uncle Matthew."
"He is a lucky boy," thought Mr. Brief, as the two went out. "His
future is provided for."
"Ben," said Mr. Baldwin, "let us talk over your plans. Do you wish
to remain at the store, or would you like to get a better education?"
"I would get a better education if I could afford it, sir."
"You can afford it on an income of a thousand dollars a year."
"A thousand dollars a year!" exclaimed Ben.
"That is the income I shall allow you. Out of this you will be expected
to pay all of your expenses."
"How can I thank you, sir? Would you object to my giving Aunt
Jane a part of the money?"
"Yes, I shall object."
Ben's countenance fell.
"But, Uncle Matthew," he said, "I don't like to live in luxury, while
Aunt Jane is straitened."
"Your feelings do you credit, my boy; but I mean to take care of
your Aunt Jane myself. She is my niece, and you—I am not sure
whether you are related to me at all, but I want you to call me
Uncle Matthew all the same."
"I shall like to, sir. No uncle could be kinder."
"That is well," said the old gentleman. "You know, Ben, I have
no one else to care for. Now, do you think your Aunt Jane will
be willing to move to Boston?"
"I am sure she will like it."
"Then I shall hire or buy a comfortable house, install her as
mistress, require you to live with me while you are attending
school, and tyrannize over you all."
There was a bright smile on the old man's face. He was looking
forward to the new life with anticipations of a happiness and comfort
which had long been strangers to him.
"How happy we shall all be, Uncle Matthew! Even Aunt Jane will
forget to look on the dark side."
"I hope so, Ben. I think we can be happy together."
"There is one thing I forgot to tell you," he said later. "I shall
expect you to pay your board out of your income, you know. If
you fail to make regular payments, we shall have to bundle you
"I will remember," said Ben, smiling.
By arrangement Ben went up to Milltown alone to tell his aunt
the news. He entered the little house with a sober face.
"I see you bring bad news, Benjamin," said Mrs. Bradford
"You will have to leave the house, Aunt Jane."
"And go to the poorhouse! I knew it would turn out that way," and
Mrs. Bradford put her handkerchief to her eyes.
"What's the matter?" asked Tony.
"My poor child," said his mother, "we are going to the poorhouse."
"Is that so, Ben?" asked Tony soberly.
Ben shouted with laughter. He could not hold back the truth.
"Aunt Jane," he said, "you always will anticipate the worst. Why
don't you wait and hope?"
"What is the use, Benjamin?"
"Because it makes us happier, and often brings good fortune. Aunt
Jane, you see before you a rich man."
"You're only a boy," said Tony. "You ain't a man at all."
"My income is a thousand dollars a year!"
"Is it possible, Benjamin?" ejaculated Mrs. Bradford, in amazement.
"It is more than that; it's true. You are coming to Boston to live, and
I am going to board with you."
"The boy's crazy!" exclaimed Mrs. Bradford.
"Then there is a method in my madness, Aunt Jane. But I won't keep
you in suspense any longer. Uncle Matthew isn't dead at all. He's
taken a fancy to me, and is going to allow me an income of a
thousand dollars a year. He will take care of you and Tony, too. He
is going to hire or buy a house in Boston, and we are all going to live
together. What do you say to that? Will you go, or do you prefer to
go to the poorhouse?"
Mrs. Bradford made up her mind at once to go to Boston. No one
had ever seen her so cheerful as she was for the remainder of the
Not to dwell upon details, in less than a month the little family was
installed in a comfortable house in Boston. Tony had commenced
attending school near-by, and Ben had been admitted to the Latin
School, where he began to prepare for college in earnest. Porter &
Jones were sorry to lose him, but agreed that he had chosen wisely in
abandoning business for a school.
Ben is now an undergraduate at Harvard College, with a high rank
for scholarship. He has not decided upon his future course; but it
is possible that his uncle may purchase an interest for him, at
graduation, in the firm where he served as a boy.
I cannot close without recording, with satisfaction, the great
improvement that has taken place in Sam Archer. Always a bright
and smart boy, in adversity he has gotten rid of his disagreeable
traits and developed a business capacity which promises well for
his future success. Ben has done him many favors, and the two
are excellent friends. Of Mr. Archer nothing has been heard. It
is rumored that he is living in an obscure town in France, on the
proceeds of his defalcation. Sam promises to redeem the name
which his father has sullied.
Uncle Matthew is several years older than when we first met him, but
happiness has had the effect of making him look younger. He
probably has several years of life yet before him. He is attached to
his niece and Tony, who is now a bright schoolboy of twelve; but
his chief attachment is to Ben, whose college career he follows with
pride and satisfaction.