Through The Golden Gate.
"Well, this is certainly a remarkable letter," said the reporter, as
he handed it back to Dodger. "I am at a loss to understand the
interest which this man appears to feel in you."
"I look upon him as my enemy," said Dodger. "But an enemy doesn't
spend so much money upon another as he has."
"Unless he has object in it," amended Leslie, shrewdly. "Do you know
of any connection this man has with you?"
"No; I never heard of him until I entered his house," and Dodger
flushed as he thought that his entrance into the mansion on Madison
Avenue had been as a burglar.
"It seems to me that he knows more about you than you do about him. It
also seems to me that he is anxious to get you out of New York, the
farther the better."
"But what harm could I do him in New York?" asked Dodger, puzzled.
"That is the question which I cannot answer. You say he was
instrumental in getting his Cousin Florence out of the house?"
"Yes; he wanted to marry her."
"And she would not consent?"
"No; I think she hates him."
"How old is she?"
"Seventeen."
"And he?"
"He looks about thirty-five."
"The difference in years isn't great enough to constitute an obstacle,
provided she loved him. I am thirty years old."
"I am sure Florence would prefer you to Curtis Waring."
"Don't flatter me. I am vain enough already. The time may come when I
may ask your good offices with Miss Linden. What I was about to ask
was: Is Miss Linden also entitled to a share in her uncle's estate?"
"She is just as nearly related to him as Mr. Waring."
"Then I can understand his wishing to get rid of her. I don't know why
he should want to send you to a distance. I suppose there can't be any
relationship?"
"Is it likely that I--a poor street boy--should be related to a rich
man like Mr. Linden?"
"It doesn't seem likely, I admit," said Leslie, musingly. "Well, I
suppose," he continued, after a pause, "there is no use in speculating
about the matter now. The important point is, what are we to do with
ourselves during the four or five months we must spend on shipboard?"
"I don't know what I can do," said Dodger. "I can't sell papers, and I
can't smash baggage."
"And there appears to be no need of your doing either, as you are
provided with board and lodging till we reach shore."
"That seems strange to me, for I've always had to hustle for a
living."
"I was about to make a proposal to you. But first let me ask you about
your education. I suppose you are not an accomplished scholar?"
"I'm about as ignorant as they make 'em," answered Dodger, drolly.
"Tim was afraid to send me to college, for fear I'd get to know too
much for my business."
"Tending bar does not require an acquaintance with Latin and Greek.
Would you like to know more?"
"I wish I did. Florence was teaching me nights when I was in New York.
Now I've got to give up all that."
"Not necessarily. Listen to me, Arthur. Before I came to New York to
go into journalism, I taught school for two years; and I believe I may
say that I was tolerably successful. Suppose I take you as a scholar?"
"I should like it very much, Mr. Leslie, but I'm afraid I haven't got
money enough to pay you."
"That is true. You will need all the money you have when you land in
California. Twenty-five dollars won't go far--still you have all the
money that is necessary, for I do not intend to charge you anything."
"You are very kind to me, Mr. Leslie, considerin' you don't know me,"
said Dodger, gratefully.
"On the contrary, I think I know you very well. But about the kindness
--my motives are somewhat mixed. I should like to do you a service,
but I should also like to find employment for myself that will make
the days less monotonous. I have a collection of books in my trunk,
enough for our needs, and if you will agree we will commence our
studies to-morrow."
"I should like it very much. I'd like to show Florence, when I see
her, that I have improved. Till I saw her I didn't care much, but when
I talk with her I feel awfully ignorant."
"In four months a great deal can be accomplished. I don't know how
quick you are to learn. After we have had one or two lessons I can
judge better."
Two days later Mr. Leslie pronounced his opinion, and a favorable one.
"You have not exaggerated your ignorance," he said to Dodger. "You
have a great deal to learn, but on the other hand you are quick, have
a retentive memory, and are very anxious to learn. I shall make
something of you."
"I learn faster with you than with Florence," said Dodger.
"Probably she would succeed better with girls, but I hold that a male
teacher is better for boys. How long are you willing to study every
day?"
"As long as you think best."
"Then we will say from two to three hours. I think you have talent for
arithmetic. I don't expect to make you fit for a bookkeeper, but I
hope to make you equal to most office boys by the time we reach San
Francisco. What do you intend to do in California?"
"I don't know. I should like to go back to New York, but I shall not
have money enough."
"No; twenty-five dollars would go but a little way toward the passage.
Evidently Mr. Waring did not intend to have you return, or he would
have provided you with more."
"That is just why I should like to go back. I am afraid he will do
some harm to Florence."
"And you would like to be on hand to protect her?"
"Yes."
Randolph Leslie smiled.
"You seem to take a great deal of interest in Florence, if I may make
as free with her name as you do."
"Yes; I do, Mr. Leslie."
"If you were only a little older I might suspect the nature of that
interest."
"I am older than she is."
"In years, yes. But a young lady of seventeen, brought up as she has
been, is older by years than a boy of eighteen. I don't think you need
apprehend any harm to Miss Linden, except that Mr. Waring may cheat
her out of her rightful share of the inheritance. Is her uncle in good
health?"
"No, sir; he is a very feeble man."
"Is he an old man?"
"Not so very old. I don't believe he is over sixty."
Really Mr. Linden was but fifty-four, but, being a confirmed invalid,
he looked older.
"Should you say that he was likely to live very long?"
"No," answered Dodger. "He looks as if you could knock him over with a
feather. Besides, I've heard Florence say that she was afraid her
uncle could not live long."
"Probably Curtis Waring is counting upon this. If he can keep Florence
and her uncle apart for a few months, Mr. Linden will die, and he will
inherit the whole estate. What is this will he speaks of in the letter
you showed me?"
"I don't know, sir."
"Whatever the provisions are, it is evident that he thinks it
important to get it into his possession. If favorable to him, he will
keep it carefully. If unfavorable, I think a man like him would not
hesitate to suppress it."
"No doubt you are right, sir. I don't know much about wills," said
Dodger.
"No; I suppose not. You never made any, I suppose," remarked the
reporter, with a smile.
"I never had nothing to leave," said Dodger.
"Anything would be a better expression. As your tutor I feel it
incumbent upon me to correct your grammar."
"I wish you would, Mr. Leslie. What do you mean to do when you get to
San Francisco?"
"I shall seek employment on one of the San Farncisco daily papers. Six
months or a year so spent will restore my health, and enable me to
live without drawing upon my moderate savings."
"I expect I shall have to work, too, to get money to take me back to
New York."
And now we must ask the reader to imagine four months and one week
passed.
There had been favorable weather on the whole, and the voyage was
unusually short.
Dodger and the reporter stood on deck, and with eager interest watched
the passage through the Golden Gate. A little later and the queen city
of the Pacific came in sight, crowning the hill on which a part of the
city is built, with the vast Palace Hotel a conspicuous object in the
foreground.