A FASHIONABLE BOARDING-HOUSE.
When Tom's head emerged from the yellow and turbid waters, he caught
sight of the young man, and struck out for him. Grasping him by the
arm, he succeeded, with considerable difficulty, in holding him up till
a small boat near by picked both up.
"Whew!" sputtered Tom, spitting out some of the water which he had
involuntarily taken into his mouth.
The young man rescued looked about him stupidly.
"What made you jump into the river?" asked the boatman.
"I was drunk," said the young man, frankly, upon whom the shock of the
falling into the water had produced a favorable effect.
"It's lucky this boy was near and jumped after you, or you might have
been drowned before I got to you."
The young man turned and looked earnestly at Tom.
"So you jumped after me?" he said.
"I feel as if I did," answered Tom. "I'm as wet as a drowned rat."
"You're a brave boy."
"Thank you," said Tom, modestly. "But I can swim so well that it didn't
take much courage."
"I can't swim a stroke."
"Then you'd better not jump into the water again."
"I don't mean to," said the young man, smiling. "Where did you learn to
swim?"
"In the East river."
"Where's that?"
"New York."
"Look here, gentlemen, where do you want to be carried?" asked the
boatman.
"Back to Cincinnati. I'll pay you for your trouble," said the young
man.
"I was goin' on an explorin' expedition to Kentucky," said our hero.
"You are too wet; you must take another day."
"It ain't any wetter on one side of the river than the other."
"Do you live in Kentucky?"
"No."
"In Cincinnati?"
"Yes; I've lived there a day or two."
"You must change your clothes, or you will get cold."
"I haven't got any clothes except what I've got on."
The young man looked rather surprised at this, since Tom had on a good
suit, and appeared to be in good circumstances.
"Then," said he, promptly, "I shall take you home with me, and lend you
one of my suits."
"It would fit me too much," said Tom, laughing.
"Never mind. We will stay in the house till your clothes are dry. What
do you say?"
"All right," said Tom. "I'm agreeable."
When they came to the Ohio side of the river the two got off. The young
man was so well over his fit of drunkenness that he walked quite
steadily, showing no trace of it in his gait.
"I live a mile and a half away," he said, "but it will be better to
walk, as we shall be less liable to take cold in our wet clothes. Or,
do you feel tired?"
"Not a bit," said Tom. "I'm used to walkin'. My coachman don't have
much to do."
"You're a genius," said the young man.
"I'm glad to hear it," said Tom. "If I'm a fair specimen, geniuses
don't know much."
"At any rate, you are not such a fool as I am."
"Are you a fool?"
"Any man is a fool that gets drunk."
"I don't know but you're right," said Tom. "What makes you do it?"
"Because I'm a fool. That's all the reason I can give. I'm too weak to
resist temptation."
"I never was drunk but once," said Tom. "I don't want to be again."
"How did that happen?"
"A sailor invited me into a bar-room, and got me to drink. I felt as if
my head would burst open the next morning."
"So you didn't get drunk again?"
"No, I got enough of it."
"What is your name?" asked the young man, interested.
"Gilbert Grey."
"Do you live in this city?"
"I'm goin' to."
"I wish you would come and live with me."
"What for?"
"Because, though you are younger, you know how to take care of
yourself. I think you would take care of me, too."
"If you pay me good wages," said Tom, "I'm willin' to be your
guardian."
"I am in earnest," said the young man. "It would do me good to have
some one help me keep straight."
"How many times a week would you want me to jump into the water after
you?" asked our hero, jocularly. "Because I'd want to keep a good stock
of dry clothes on hand; or maybe I might wear a bathin' suit all the
time."
"I sha'n't try that again," said the other, smiling; "I don't like it
well enough."
By this time they reached a handsome brick house, in a fine street.
"This is where I board," said the young man. "Come in."
He rang the bell, and a servant answered the summons. She looked
surprised at the appearance of the pair, both showing signs of the
wetting they had received.
"We met with an accident, Bridget," explained the young man, "or rather
I tumbled into the water and this boy jumped after me."
"Faith you look like it, Mr. Mordaunt," said Bridget. "Will I tell Mrs.
White?"
"Yes. Ask her if she can send us up some hot coffee in about twenty
minutes. I am afraid, if we don't have some hot drink, we will take
cold."
"All right, sir."
A hasty glance satisfied Tom that it was a first-class boarding-house.
The hall was handsomely furnished, and when, on reaching the head of
the stairs, his companion led the way into a spacious room, with a
chamber connecting, our young hero saw a rich carpet, elegant
furniture, a handsome collection of books, and some tasteful pictures
upon the walls. It was evident that Mr. Mordaunt was possessed of ample
means.
"Now--by the way, I've forgotten your name, yet----"
"Gilbert Grey. Some call me Tom, for short."
"Now, Gilbert, make yourself at home. The best thing we can do is to
strip at once, and put on dry clothes."
He went to a wardrobe and brought out two suits of clothes, also a
supply of under-clothing.
"There," said he, "go ahead and change your clothes."
Tom followed directions obediently, while his companion was similarly
employed. Of course, it was necessary to wash, also. The clothes were
too large for him, but still not much, as he was a well-grown boy, and
Mr. Mordaunt was by no means large.
"How do you like the looks?" asked the young man, as Tom surveyed
himself in a handsome mirror.
"I expect it's me, but I ain't certain," said Tom. "It'll take me some
time to grow to these clothes."
"They are rather big, that's a fact," said the young man, smiling.
"When the servant comes up with the coffee, we'll send down our suits
to be dried. Will your friends feel anxious about you?"
"There's one will, I expect," said Tom.
"Who is that--your mother?"
"No; it's my intimate friend, Maurice Walton. He can't bear me out of
his sight, or in it, either."
Mordaunt laughed.
"So he's very devoted, is he?"
"You bet he is."
Here there was a knock at the door.
"Come in," called Mordaunt.
Bridget entered with a waiter, on which were a coffee-pot, some cups
and saucers, sugar, etc., beside a plate of sandwiches.
"Thank you, Bridget," said Mordaunt. "I see you understood what was
wanted. Now, if you'll take down them wet clothes and dry them for us,
we will be much obliged."
"I'll do it, Mr. Mordaunt," said the willing handmaiden.
"Now, Gilbert, sit down, and we'll have a good cup of coffee apiece,"
said Mordaunt. "You're hungry, are you not?"
"Bathin' in such a big tub gave me an appetite," said Tom; "but I
wouldn't like to get up an appetite that way every day."
"Nor I. It's too much trouble, not to speak of the danger. How do you
find the coffee?"
"Tip-top."
"It's a good deal better than wine, eh?"
"That's so."
"Now, Gilbert, while we are taking lunch I have a little plan to
propose to you."
"All right. I'm ready."