CHAPTER X.

LIVING IN COMFORT AGAIN--FEATURED AS “THE BOY REPORTER.”

ARCHIE often speaks of the day when he visited the newspaper office

for the first time as the happiest day in all his life. The change from

despair and homesickness to the joy of being appreciated by some one

was so rapid that it made his head fairly swim with the exhilaration of

success. With thirty dollars in his pocket, and the knowledge that he

would have steady employment of the kind he desired on the morrow, he

walked up the Bowery feeling like a prince. He entered the lodging-house

where he had left his bundle of clothing, and so surprised the clerk

by his new appearance that he was invited to remain there for another

night. The shrewd man guessed that some good fortune must have befallen

Archie, or he wouldn’t be so happy. But the one night of misery which

he had spent in the squalid hotel was enough for Archie, and he walked

hastily up-town with his bundle, keeping a sharp lookout for a pleasant

place where he might get a room. In his previous wanderings he had seen

several nice houses with rooms to rent, but now that he wanted a room he

found it difficult to find any of these neighbourhoods. He was anxious

to get settled as quickly as possible, for he wanted to get everything

done to-day, so that to-morrow he could have time to do anything

required of him by the editor of the Enterprise. He must get a new suit

of clothes, he must get his hair cut, and last, but not least, he must

write home to mother and tell her of his great good fortune.

Finally, in his wanderings, Archie came to a beautiful square which

was surrounded on every side by business houses and tenements. But the

square itself and the houses on it were very quaint and very handsome,

so that it seemed to be a very oasis in the desert. The green trees,

just a little tinged with the brown and gold of autumn, reminded Archie

of the front yard at home, and he decided to get a room in one of the

houses here if he could possibly do so.

It so happened that there was a hall bedroom empty in one of the

best-looking places, and Archie at once engaged it. The price was more

reasonable than he had hoped for, even, and this made him happy, for as

yet he had no idea how much his earnings would be, and he was anxious to

be able to save something to send home, if he possibly could. The room

was nicely furnished, and looked out upon the fountain, with the green

trees, so that it was highly satisfactory in every respect. It didn’t

take Archie long to undo his bundle, and it was a pitiful display that

greeted him when it was opened. The little comb and brush, a piece of

soap, a Testament given him last Christmas by the teacher at Sunday

school, a suit of underwear, and a couple of handkerchiefs. The whole

lot of things hardly filled a corner in one of the bureau drawers, and

Archie realised that he must buy a great many things within a week or

two.

But before going out to do any shopping, he sat down and wrote a long

letter home, describing his success of the morning, and telling his

mother of the editor’s promise to give him regular employment. He

enclosed a copy of the paper with his picture and the story of his

adventures, and it made him very happy to think of his mother’s feelings

when she read it all. Then, when he had finished, he went out to a

post-office, and bought a money-order for ten dollars, which he also

enclosed. “I know I can spare it,” he said to himself, “and it will

gratify her so much.” Then, when the letter with its contents was safely

mailed, he bought himself a new suit of clothing, and renovated himself

in many ways, so that when he returned to his room in the square it was

nearly dark, and he looked a different boy entirely.

Before going to bed, he determined to see his policeman friend, and tell

him of his good fortune. “He is probably expecting me to sleep in the

station,” Archie thought, “and it will be a great surprise to him.”

But when he met the good man, he found that he had already heard of his

success.

“I bought the Enterprise, and could hardly believe my eyes,” said he,

“but I always thought you would find some one to appreciate your pluck.

I’m mighty glad for you, my lad, and you must always let me know how

you are getting along.” This Archie promised to do, and returned to his

lodging to sleep.

The next morning he was on hand at the Enterprise office before the

editor himself was down. The place was quite as fascinating as it had

been on the preceding day, and he found something new to look at

every minute. The reporters at their desks, several of whom introduced

themselves and congratulated Archie on his perseverance, were a source

of great interest to him, and the copy-boys, running here and there with

special copy for the first edition, gave an air of hustling activity to

the place that was very attractive to this new reporter.

When the editor came he had already thought of something for Archie to

do. “Now you’ve been introduced to the public,” he said, “and we want to

feature you for a few days. Every one will be interested in knowing what

you are doing, and what is going to become of you. You must write us

an article for the paper to-day, telling about your experiences since

yesterday, about getting a new suit, and about hunting for a room. And

you can tell about your policeman friend, too.”

This was surprising. Archie couldn’t imagine why any one should

be interested in knowing about his daily life, but he sat down and

succeeded in writing a very interesting two columns about it. He was

much surprised that he should be able to write so easily and so well. Of

course he knew that composition and rhetoric had been his two strongest

studies at school, but he had never realised before that he had any

great talent for writing. When he had finished this article, the editor

looked it over, and said, “That’s great. You’re all right, my boy. We’ll

make a great journalist of you yet,” and of course this made Archie very

happy. “Wait until this story is set up,” said Mr. Jennings, the editor,

“and I’ll see what you can do in the way of correcting proofs.”

When the proofs came, in a very short time, he hardly knew what to do

with them. But in reading them he discovered several mistakes, which he

lost no time in correcting, and Mr. Jennings said that he had done very

well indeed. “Now you can spend the day in doing what you please.

I would suggest that you go about New York and have as many strange

experiences as possible, so that to-morrow you can write them up for us.

And it will pay you, by the way, to go out to Coney Island, which is a

different place from any you have seen before. You are sure to see some

unusual things, and in the morning you can bring me in two columns about

it.”

Before leaving, Archie was asked if he needed any money. “You mustn’t

hesitate to ask for it, because you can have it as well to-day as on

Saturday.” But as he had left several dollars of the thirty he had

received the day before, Archie didn’t draw any more, and he thought it

most remarkable that the editor should have so much money to pay out.

He had no difficulty in getting a trolley-car to Coney Island, and,

after an hour’s riding through Brooklyn streets, he found himself in the

most unique and most delightful place imaginable, It was a queer-looking

town, with great wheels in the air, high towers, with elevators and

innumerable merry-go-rounds, and other sources of amusement. The noise

was something terrific. Hand-organs, street-pianos, and German bands

were all playing at the same time, while people hurried about from one

place to another, enjoying the hundreds of games and riding the various

scenic railways and carrousels. Archie stood mute with delight at it

all, but before five minutes had passed he had shot the chutes, and had

ridden over a steeplechase which took him through dark caverns, where

dragons glared at him and where electrical sparks were constantly flying

through the air. It was all so new, so different from anything he had

seen before, that he was simply lost in admiration. He was standing

near a theatre, when a short, dark man touched him on the arm, and said,

“Come this way, young man, and I’ll teach you the best game of all.”

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