THE LITTLE FLOWER-GIRL.
Gilbert found it very irksome to be without employment; besides, he was
anxious to be vindicated as soon as possible from the malicious charge
which had been made against him. He felt himself fortunate, however, in
one respect; he was subjected to no privations, having his board and
lodging paid by his guardian. Had Mr. Briggs suspected him, he was proud
enough to have left his boarding-place, and relied upon his own
exertions.
From the force of habit, and partly to fill up his time, Gilbert
continued to go down-town daily. One day he met Mr. Vivian on Broadway,
below the Astor House.
“Good-morning, Gilbert,” said the merchant, pleasantly. “Are you out on
business?”
“No, sir,” answered Gilbert. “I am out of business just at present.”
“I thought you were in the office of a stock-broker.”
“So I was; but I have lost my place.”
“Through no fault of your own, I am sure.”
“No, sir. I should not have lost my place if Mr. Sands had been in the
city. During his absence the book-keeper, who has a dislike to me
because I superseded his cousin, discharged me.”
“Come up this evening to my house, Gilbert. Then I shall be at leisure,
and you can tell me all the details of the affair.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“I am sure he won’t credit the charge against me,” thought Gilbert, and
this thought encouraged him not a little.
Gilbert continued his walk. As he was passing Trinity church-yard, he
was accosted by a little girl, of perhaps eight years old. “Won’t you
buy some flowers, sir?—only five cents.”
Gilbert shook his head mechanically. Then he glanced at the little girl,
and his sympathy was aroused. She was poorly dressed, with a fragile
figure, and thin, pale face, which yet only lacked the roundness and
rosy hue of health to be uncommonly pretty. She did not repeat her
request, but she looked sad and depressed. Gilbert paused and spoke to
her.
“Have you sold many flowers to-day, little girl?” he asked.
“No, sir; only three bunches,” she replied.
“Where do you get them?”
“I sell them for a woman.”
“How much does she give you for selling them?”
“Two cents a bunch.”
“Then you have only made six cents to-day. How long have you been
standing here?”
“Ever since eight o’clock,” said the little girl, wearily.
“Don’t you get tired being on your feet so long?”
“I wouldn’t care for that if the people would only buy my flowers.”
“You are young to be sent out in this way. Haven’t you got a father to
take care of you?”
“Papa used to take care of me when he was well, and did not let me come
out; but now he is sick, and we have no money, and I have to leave him,”
said the little girl, sadly.
“Poor child!” said Gilbert, compassionately. “You are unfortunate. Where
does your father live?”
“On Pearl Street, in a tenement house,” said the little flower-girl;
“but I am afraid we will be turned out because we cannot pay the rent.”
“What is your name?”
“Emma Talbot.”
“Then, Emma, if you like, I will go around and see your father with you.
Perhaps I can help him, or get some of my friends to help him. Can you
come now?”
“When I have sold this bunch of flowers, sir.”
“As it is the last you have got, I will take it; so we needn’t wait.”
“Oh, thank you, sir,” said the child, brightening up. “If you won’t
mind, I will stop and buy a roll at the baker’s for papa.”
“Certainly, Emma. I have plenty of time. Wait; take my hand while we
cross the street, you must be careful, or you may be run over.”
“I wait for the policeman generally,” said the little girl. “I should be
afraid to cross alone.”
“You are quite right to be careful.”
The little girl took his hand confidingly, and together they crossed the
City Hall Park. It was a new sensation to Gilbert to have the charge of
a little girl. He had always been thrown among boys, and, never having
had a sister, was very ignorant of girls, and the tastes of girls. For
the first time, as he held Emma’s hand, it occurred to him that he would
like to have a little sister, whom he could pet and protect.
As he was crossing the Park, he met his successor, John, sauntering
along at a snail’s pace. John had been sent out on an errand, but had
fallen into his old way of loitering and wasting the time which belonged
to his employer. When he caught sight of Gilbert he started in surprise
at his young companion.
“Hallo, Greyson!” he said, by way of opening a conversation.
“Good-morning,” said Gilbert, coldly.
“Is that your sister?” asked John, looking hard at Emma.
“No,” answered Gilbert, shortly.
“Ho, ho!” laughed John. “I understand.”
“I am glad you do.”
“You’ve got a place as a girl’s nurse. That’s good.”
“You are very witty,” said Gilbert.
“How much wages do you get?” continued John.
“I think I had better not tell you, or you might get up a conspiracy to
deprive me of my position.”
“What do you mean by that?” asked John, uncomfortably.
“You know well enough what I mean. You know that you got your present
place by dishonorable means. But I don’t think you’ll keep it long.”
“You’d better take care what you say,” blustered John. “My cousin may
have you arrested yet.”
“He is quite at liberty to do so,” answered Gilbert, unterrified. “I
don’t think he will find it prudent though.”
“Why not?”
“Because it might come out who really put the money in my coat-pocket.”
“You did it yourself.”
“You are mistaken. I have found out who did put it in.”
“Who?”
“I don’t think you need any information on that point.”
“Look here,” said John, angrily, “you’d better not tell any lies to Mr.
Sands when he comes back.”
“I have no occasion to do so.”
“You’d better leave the city, or Mr. Sands may have you arrested.”
“I will risk that.”
“I guess you can get a place in Philadelphia,” said John. “I’ll get my
cousin to give you a recommendation if you’ll promise to go there.”
“How can he recommend me after discharging me for theft?”
“He’ll think this will be a lesson to you. Shall I ask him?”
“No, thank you. I don’t intend to leave the city at present.”
“I’m afraid that chap will make trouble for me yet,” muttered John to
himself, as Gilbert walked away with the little girl; “but he can’t
prove anything. I guess me and cousin Simon will be more than a match
for him.”