TOM CHANGES HIS BOARDING-HOUSE.
"Where are you boarding?" Mordaunt began.
"At the Ohio Hotel. But I don't mean to stay. I'm lookin' out some
first-class boardin'-house, where they don't charge mor'n five dollars
a week."
"You haven't found one yet?"
"No."
"Come here and room with me."
"Don't you pay but five dollars?"
"Rather more," said Mordaunt, laughing.
"I only get five dollars a week for my valuable services," said Tom. "I
pay that for board, and get my clothes with the balance. If I hadn't a
fortune of ten dollars to fall back upon, I'd have to go without."
"Is that really the way you are situated?" asked Mordaunt, seriously.
"Yes."
"Then," said the young man, "come and board with me, and it sha'n't
cost you a cent. I'll have another bed put into the bedroom, and we'll
make ourselves as comfortable as we can."
"Do you mean it?" asked Tom, incredulously.
"Certainly."
"And you'll pay my board for the sake of my agreeable society?"
"Just so," answered his companion.
"Then you're a tip-top feller, and I won't refuse such a good offer."
"Good! That's settled, then," said the young man, with satisfaction.
"Now I'll tell you my reasons for making you such an offer. I am an
orphan, and with no near relations, except an uncle in Canada, with
whose family I am little acquainted. I inherited from my father, who
died just as I reached the age of twenty-one, a fortune of one hundred
thousand dollars."
"Whew!" said our hero; "that's a big pile of money."
"It was too large for me. It took away my ambition and energy; and
though for two years I have been in a law office, pretending to study
law, I have wasted my time in drinking among unworthy companions. The
fact is, I am of a sociable disposition, and I found my room lonely.
Now I want to turn over a new leaf, give up drinking, and devote myself
more to study."
"I want to study, too," said Tom. "I'm as ignorant as a horse. I'll
have to study some evenings."
"I'll teach you," said Mordaunt. "We'll spend our evenings that way,
instead of in bar-rooms."
"All right," said our hero. "That suits me. But I ought not to let you
pay my board."
"I can well afford it. My money is securely invested, and brings me in
six thousand dollars a year clear."
"I shall have to work from now till I'm a gray-haired old patriarch
before I earn six thousand dollars," said Tom, comically.
Mordaunt laughed.
"I hope it isn't so bad as that," he said. "Well, do you agree?"
"To come here as your guardian?"
"Yes, if you put it in that way."
"You are very kind to me," said our hero, changing his tone and
speaking earnestly. "I am a poor boy, and don't know much. I'm afraid
you'll be ashamed of introducing me to your friends."
"Friends! I have no friends that care for me. They care for my money,
and are jolly enough; but, if I needed help, they wouldn't give it. I
don't know why it is, but I like you. You saved my life this morning,
and I would rather have you live with me than any one I know. So, when
your clothes are dry, go round to the hotel, and bring your trunk
here."
"I haven't got any trunk," said Tom. "I wouldn't have any use for one.
I've got a carpet-bag."
"Very well. Bring that. Now you must do me a favor."
"All right. Only if it's to lend you a hundred dollar bill, I'm afraid
I couldn't do it."
"I hope some time you will be rich enough to grant such favor; but that
isn't the favor I meant."
"What is it?"
"You must let me buy you some more clothes."
Tom was about to object, but Mordaunt continued:
"Remember, I've got more money than I know what to do with. I owe you
something for the wetting I exposed you to."
"I won't resist very hard," said Tom. "I s'pose you want your guardian
to look respectable."
Later in the day, when their clothes were dry, Mordaunt took Tom to a
fashionable clothing store, and bought him two suits of clothes, of
handsome cloth and stylish cut, and, in addition, purchased him a
sufficient stock of under-clothing. He also ordered a trunk to be sent
up to the room. Then, it being time, they went home to supper. Mordaunt
had already spoken to Mrs. White about receiving our hero as a boarder.
Of course she was very ready to do so.
Tom felt, at first, a little embarrassed, but this feeling soon wore
away. He was not a guest, but a boarder, and was addressed by the
landlady and the boarders as Mr. Grey. He came near laughing the first
time he was called by this name, but soon got used to it.
It was a first-class boarding-house. There were some dozen boarders,
all of ample means. As Tom looked around him, and remembered that only
a short time previous he had been a New York street-boy and bootblack,
he could hardly believe that the change was permanent.
"What would they think if they knowed what I was?" he thought.
Next to him at table sat an elderly young lady, who was not in the
habit of receiving attentions from gentlemen of marriageable age, and
was therefore inclined to notice those more youthful.
"Do you like the opera, Mr. Grey?" she asked.
"Do you?" asked Tom, who had never heard an opera in his life.
New York bootblacks seldom attend such classic entertainments. They
prefer the old Bowery entertainments.
"I dote upon it," said Miss Green, enthusiastically.
"So do I," said Tom, much to Mordaunt's amusement.
"What is your favorite opera?" asked Miss Green.
"I haven't got any favorite," said Tom, who thought this the best
answer, as he did not know the name of any.
"I think Trovatore splendid."
"It's tip-top."
"That's a gentleman's word," said Miss Green, laughing. "I am glad you
agree with me. Do you sing yourself?"
"A little," said Tom. "Shall I come and sing under your window
to-night?"
There was a general laugh at this offer.
"Oh, do!" said Miss Green. "Do you often serenade ladies?"
"I used to, but I had to give it up."
"Why, Mr. Grey?"
"Because it was taken for a cat-concert, and people used to throw
bottles at me. I couldn't stand that."
"I'll promise not to throw any bottles at you, Mr. Grey."
"I'll let you know when I'm comin'," said Tom. "My voice ain't in order
just at present. When it is, I'll do my best to keep you awake."
"Really, Gilbert," said Mordaunt, when they had left the table, and
returned to their room, "you got up quite a flirtation with Miss Green.
It will be a good match for you. She's got money, and isn't more than
twice as old as you are."
"But when I got to be fifty she'd be a hundred," said Tom. "I guess
I'll leave her for you."
"She has tried her fascinations on me already," said Mordaunt; "but she
soon concluded there wasn't any chance, and gave it up. She'll be
wanting you to take her to the opera, as you dote upon it so much."
"The only opera house I ever went to was in the Bowery."
"That's what I thought. Now, how shall we spend the evening?"
"Suppose we take a walk, and then come and study."
"A good plan. What would you like to study?"
"I can't read or write very well. I don't know much."
"We will stop at a bookstore on our way and buy such books as you want.
Then I'll give you lessons."
While walking, a flashily-dressed young man recognizing Mordaunt,
stepped up and slapped him on the shoulder.
"Come and play a game of billiards, Mordaunt," he said.
"I can't, Dacres. I've got an engagement with my friend here."
"Sorry for it. Won't he come, too?"
"No; he's young. I don't care to take him among such wild fellows as
you."
"The last time I played billiards with Dacres he won a hundred dollars
of me," said Mordaunt, as they passed on. "It might have been so
to-night; but, now I have your company, I am safe."
On reaching home Tom spent an hour and a half in study, Mordaunt
assisting him. The young man became interested in his task, and went to
bed much better satisfied with himself.