MUTUAL CONFIDENCES.
The reader who has followed Sam's fortunes closely may wonder how a
boy so shabbily dressed as Sam, could be treated as an equal by a
young lady of good family. This leads me to explain that about a month
before Sam had been presented with a neat suit of clothes, originally
made for a nephew of his employer, but which had proved too small.
Thus it happened that, with the exception of his hat, which was rather
the worse for wear, our hero presented quite a respectable
appearance.
Julia Stockton remained outside with Sam till the boat rounded the
Battery, and for three-quarters of an hour longer. Sam was very well
qualified to answer her numerous questions about the different places
they passed.
"What is that island?" asked Julia.
"That is Blackwell's Island," answered Sam.
"Is that where the penitentiary is?" she inquired, with interest.
"Yes, it is that long stone building."
"How gloomy it is!" said Julia, with a shudder. "How can people be so
wicked as to need to go to such a place?"
Sam winced. He knew very well that he had done things, or, at any
rate, planned them, which would have entitled him to a place in the
prison they were now passing.
"How ashamed I should be if I were ever sent there, and Julia should
know it!" he thought.
"What makes you look so sober?" asked Julia.
"I was pitying the poor people who are confined there."
"It must be horrid, but I suppose it can't be helped. I don't see how
anybody can want to steal."
Sam thought he could understand. It was not so long since he himself
had tried to appropriate the property of another; but he only
determined that this should not happen again. He could not consent to
forfeit the good opinion of Julia Stockton, and the class to which she
belonged. A new ambition began to stir in Sam's soul--the ambition to
lead a thoroughly respectable life, and to rise to some creditable
position.
"I will turn over a new leaf, I really will," he said to himself.
"I'll be a very different boy from what I have been."
They remained outside a while longer, till the steamer had passed
through the channel into the broader waters of the Sound, and then
re-entered the cabin. The gong for supper had already sounded.
"Won't you go down to supper?" asked Sam.
"Yes, I think I will. You will come, too?"
"Yes, I will go, too," answered Sam, feeling complimented by the
invitation.
As they were approaching the stairs, Julia dropped a scarf from her
neck. It was picked up by a gentleman, who handed it to Sam, with the
remark, "Your sister has dropped her scarf."
"He takes you for my sister," said Sam, turning to Julia with evident
pleasure.
"I am afraid you wouldn't own me for a sister," said Julia, smiling
coquettishly.
"I should be proud to have such a sister," said Sam, earnestly.
"Would you, really?"
"Yes, I would."
"I am afraid you only say so to compliment me."
"I mean it; but I am sure you would not want me for a brother."
"I don't know," said Julia, with a roguish glance. "Do you always
behave well?"
"I am afraid I don't always."
"Nor I either," returned Julia, in a burst of confidence. "I used to
play tricks on my governess sometimes."
"I don't think that is so very wicked," said Sam. "Won't you tell me
about some of them?"
"After supper I will; but I wouldn't like to have anybody else hear."
They sat down to the table side by side, and made a satisfactory
repast. Sam tried to pay for Julia's, but here the young lady was
firm. She insisted on paying her own bill, as indeed propriety
required.
When the supper was over, they returned to the saloon.