JIMMY ACTS AS NURSE
Frank Merton was just coming down the steps of the Newsboys' Lodging
House as Jimmy and Dick reached it.
"Hello, Jimmy," greeted Frank.
"Hello," was the answer. "Where youse goin'?"
"To work. I've got a job doing some gardening for a man over in
Brooklyn."
"Dat's a good ways off."
"Yes, but it will pay me better than selling papers. He is one of my
regular customers, and when he asked me if I knew any one who would do
some work around the garden I offered myself. But why aren't you out
with your papers, Jimmy?"
"No chink."
"I'll lend you some money."
"Never mind, Frank. I kin get staked easy enough. I'm goin' t' ask
annudder favor of youse."
"What is it?"
"Here's a friend of mine, Dick Box, an' he ain't got no place t' stay.
He's sick."
"Dick Box? That's a queer name."
"I give him de last name. Found him in me box," and Jimmy told the
circumstances of discovering Dick. During this conversation Dick, who
was growing quite pale, sat down on the steps of the building.
"What do you want me to do, Jimmy?" asked Frank.
"I t'ought mebby ye'd let him stay in yer room wid youse fer a day or
so, till he's strong. Dat blow he got on his cocoanut sort of knocked
him out."
"Of course I will. You came at just a lucky time."
"How's dat?"
"Why, I'm going to stay over in Brooklyn for several days. The
gentleman I am to work for is going to allow me to sleep in a spare
room while I am weeding and fixing up his garden. I will not need my
room, and you and Dick can use it just as well as not."
"Say, dat's de stuff!" exclaimed Jimmy. "Dat's all to de merry. Kin
he go right up?"
"Yes, here is my key, and I'll explain to Mr. Snowden, the manager.
You had better stay with Dick, Jimmy. He doesn't look well."
"I guess he ain't. I'll look out fer him. Say, Frank, ye're a good
feller. I'll pay youse back some day."
"I'm not doing this for pay, Jimmy. Perhaps I will be in trouble
myself, some time, and I will want help."
"Well, if youse does, jest call on yours truly," said Jimmy earnestly.
Matters were soon explained to the manager, who agreed to let Jimmy and
Dick stay in Frank's room during the time he was away. At first Dick
insisted on using what little money he had to hire a place, but Jimmy
pointed out that, as a strange lad in a big city and sick as he was, he
would need all the change he had.
"All right," agreed Dick wearily, for his head was aching greatly.
Frank and Jimmy put him in bed, after he had undressed, and then Frank
had to go.
"Perhaps I'd better leave you some money," proposed Frank to Jimmy.
"You might have to call a doctor."
"Say, youse must be rich," spoke Jimmy.
"No, but I have a few dollars saved up. You are welcome to some if you
need it for Dick."
"Oh, I kin earn plenty, if I once git staked t' some coin fer papes,"
announced the young newsboy.
"Then let me stake you."
"I have some money left," murmured Dick. "Take that, Jimmy, and buy
your papers. I'll not need it."
"Youse can't tell about dat. But I kin double it in a little while, if
business is good."
"You had better let me loan you some," proposed Frank.
"No. I'll take his," decided Jimmy. "If he hasn't any room rent t'
pay he'll not need any chink right away, an' I'll have some by
t'-night. Much obliged, Frank."
"You had better stay here with him to-night," suggested Frank. "The
room is big enough for two, and you are welcome to use it."
"T'anks. Mebby I will. But ye'd better skip over t' Brooklyn now, or
youse might lose yer job."
"That's so. Do you think he'll be all right?"
"I guess so. He looks pretty sick, though."
"Oh, I'll be all right in a little while," murmured Dick, but the sight
of his pale face, with the long red cut on the forehead, did not seem
to bear out his words.
However, as Frank could do no particular good, and as he knew he was
needed in Brooklyn, he left, bidding the two boys good-by.
"You needn't stay, Jimmy," said Dick. "Take my money, go out, and buy
some papers."
"All right. I'm only jest borrowin' it, ye know. I'll pay youse back
t'-night."
"That's all right."
Dick spoke in a very faint voice. His face became paler than ever, and
his breathing was so strange that Jimmy became alarmed.
"Maybe he's dyin'," he thought. "Guess I'll tell de manager."
The head of the lodging-house came in response to the summons of the
newsboy and looked at Dick.
"He ought to have a doctor," Mr. Snowden said. "I'll call in the
district doctor."
This was a physician, paid by the city, to look after the poor, and he
soon came in and examined Dick.
"The boy is suffering from shock," he said. "He needs rest and quiet,
and some simple medicine. He'll be all right in a day or so."
"Will his memory come back?" asked Jimmy.
"I think so--yes. It is only gone temporarily."
He left some medicine for Dick, after giving him the first dose.
"Now I am up against it," remarked Jimmy to the manager, as the
physician went away.
"What's the matter?"
"Why, I've got t' stay an' take care of him, an' I don't see how I'm
goin' t' sell me papes."
"Oh, that's it, eh? Well, don't let that worry you. I think he'll be
all right for a while, and I'll look in every hour or so. You go ahead
and sell your papers."
The manager was a kind-hearted man and did all he could to help the
boys.
"Dat'll be de stuff!" exclaimed Jimmy. "I'll hustle out, an' git t'
work. I'll be nurse t' him t'-night. He's a queer kid, an' I'd like
t' find out who he is an' where he come from."
"Probably you will, when he gets better," said the manager. "But you'd
better hurry out now, if you expect to sell any extras to-day."
Taking a dollar of Dick's money to buy papers with, Jimmy started off.
It was a good day for news, there being a number of sensational
happenings and every one seemed to want to read about them. Jimmy sold
more papers than he had disposed of before in a long time.
"Guess Dick Box must have brought me luck back t' me," he thought.
"All de same, I'd like t' git hold of Mike Conroy an' see if he robbed
me."
But the bully kept out of Jimmy's way, or else the latter did not see
the youth whom he suspected of picking his pocket.
At noon time, having made a dollar and seven cents profit, Jimmy got
some dinner and then hurried to the lodging-house to inquire about
Dick, as, already, he felt a strong liking for the boy whom he had
befriended.
"He's sleeping quietly," said the manager. "I think he is better.
Don't worry about him. I'll look after him the rest of the day and you
can take charge at night."
The afternoon was always a good time for Jimmy, as the extras were out
then and were in great demand. He took his place at his old corner,
determined not to leave it, to give Bulldog or any other of the boys a
chance to take it away from him. He made arrangements with a bootblack
to go after another supply of papers for him, when he sold out, and
thus was able to maintain his place.
Toward the close of the day Bulldog appeared with a big bundle of
papers under his arm. He intended to establish himself at Broadway and
Barclay Street, but, fortunately, a policeman happened to be standing
there when he came up and he dared not drive Jimmy away with the
officer looking on.
"Dis is de time I fooled youse!" exclaimed Jimmy, as he shook his fist
at Bulldog, behind the policeman's back. "Youse dasn't bodder me now."
"Wait till I catch ye!" threatened Bulldog, as then he moved on up
Broadway, calling:
"Wuxtry! Wuxtry!"
Jimmy was soon sold out, and, having made nearly two dollars that day,
something very unusual for him, but due to the extraordinary demand for
papers, he returned to the lodging-house.
"Well, how is he?" he asked the manager.
"A little better, I think. I was up a while ago and he was asking for
you."
"Here's where I play bein' nurse," announced Jimmy with a smile.
He found Dick awake and feeling much better. His head no longer ached.
"Kin youse remember who ye be now?" asked Jimmy.
"Not in the least," replied Dick with a sad smile. "It is as much a
mystery as ever."