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[Illustration: "HE HAD FALLEN ASLEEP."]
A BOY'S FORTUNE
Or,
The Strange Adventures of Ben Baker
by
HORATIO ALGER, JR.
Author of "Adrift in the City," "Grit," "Frank and Fearless,"
"Dan, the Detective," "Plucky Paul Palmer," etc.
The John C. Winston Co.
Philadelphia
Chicago Toronto
Copyright, 1898, by
Henry T. Coates & Co.
CONTENTS.
CHAPTER PAGE
I. OLIVER HITCHCOCK'S LUNCH-ROOM, 1
II. A LODGING IN ST. MARK'S PLACE, 10
III. THE MERCHANT'S SECRET, 19
IV. THE MOCK PHILANTHROPIST, 28
V. A YOUNG DUDE, 37
VI. BEN GETS INTO TROUBLE, 45
VII. A STRANGE ADVENTURE, 54
VIII. AN UNEXPECTED MEETING, 67
IX. CLARENCE IS PUZZLED, 72
X. AT THE OFFICE OF MR. CODICIL, 81
XI. THE HOME OF POVERTY, 90
XII. A SURPRISING ANNOUNCEMENT, 99
XIII. A FAREWELL CALL, 108
XIV. WHAT BEN'S FRIENDS THOUGHT, 117
XV. FILIPPO NOVARRO, 126
XVI. ON BOARD THE PARTHIA, 134
XVII. THE BEAUFORTS IN TROUBLE, 143
XVIII. MRS. FLANAGAN IS DRIVEN FROM THE FIELD, 152
XIX. BRIGHTER PROSPECTS, 162
XX. THE NEW HOME, 171
XXI. THE COLLAPSE OF AN ELDERLY DUDE, 181
XXII. THE ROMANCE OF A ROSE, 190
XXIII. ON THE BORDERS OF THE LAKE OF GENEVA, 200
XXIV. THE MAISON DE FOUS, 208
XXV. IN A TRAP, 218
XXVI. INTRODUCES TWO CELEBRITIES, 227
XXVII. A MIDNIGHT ESCAPE, 236
XXVIII. BEN'S FLIGHT, 245
XXIX. BEN IS MISSED, 249
XXX. M. BOURDON'S LITTLE SCHEME, 254
XXXI. A WANDERER IN FRANCE, 262
XXXII. A STRANGE MEETING, 267
XXXIII. AN ASTOUNDING DISCOVERY, 271
XXXIV. ROSE MAKES AN ENEMY, 279
XXXV. A WOMAN'S JEALOUSY, 287
XXXVI. ROSE COMES INTO A FORTUNE, 296
XXXVII. BEN MEETS HIS COUSIN, 305
XXXVIII. M. BOURDON HAS A BAD QUARTER OF AN HOUR, 310
XXXIX. BEN AND HIS UNCLE, 314
XL. CONCLUSION, 319
A BOY'S FORTUNE;
OR, THE
STRANGE ADVENTURES OF BEN BAKER.
CHAPTER I.
OLIVER HITCHCOCK'S LUNCH-ROOM.
"Wake up there! This is no place to sleep."
The speaker was a policeman, the scene was City Hall Park, and the
person addressed was a boy of perhaps sixteen, who was reclining on
one of the park benches, with a bundle at his side.
The officer accompanied his admonition with a shaking which served
to arouse the young sleeper.
"Is it morning?" asked the boy, drowsily, not yet realizing his
situation.
"No, it isn't. Don't you know where you are?"
"I know now," said the boy, looking about him.
"Come, get up, Johnny! This is no place for you," said the officer,
not unkindly, for he was a family man, and had a boy of his own not
far from the age of the young wayfarer.
The boy got up, and looked about him undecidedly. Clearly he did not
know where to go.
"Are you a stranger in the city?" asked the policeman.
"Yes, sir. I only got here this afternoon."
"Then you have no place to sleep?"
"No."
"Haven't you got money enough to go to a hotel? There is Leggett's
Hotel, just down Park Row," pointing eastward.
"I have a little money, but I can't afford to go to a hotel."
"You can go to the Newsboys' Lodging House for six cents."
"Where is it?"
The officer told him.
"I feel hungry. I suppose there isn't any place where I can get
supper so late as this?"
"Oh, yes! There's one close by. Do you see a light over there?"
The officer pointed to a basement opposite the post-office, at the
corner of Beekman street and Park Row.
"Yes, I see it," answered the boy. "Is it a good place?"
"I should say so. Why, that's Oll Hitchcock's. You can't get a
better cup of coffee or sandwich anywhere in New York. I often get
lunch there myself, when I don't have time to go home."
"Thank you for telling me. I'll go over."
Ben Baker, for that is the name of our young hero, walked across
the street, and descended the steps into the well-known restaurant
or lunch-room of Oliver Hitchcock. Open by night as well as by day,
there is hardly an hour of the twenty-four in which it is not fairly
well patronized, while at times it is thronged. It is a favorite
resort for men of all classes--printers, journalists, newsmen--who
drop in in the early morning on their way to or from the offices of
the great morning papers for their regular supplies--politicians and
business men of all kinds.
More than once in Oliver Hitchcock's old saloon, farther up the
same street, Horace Greeley, the elder Bennett, and Raymond, of the
_Times_, could be found at the plain tables, unprovided with cloths,
but bearing appetizing dishes.
When Ben entered the restaurant at half-past eleven he was surprised
to find most of the tables occupied.
Coming from the country, where ten o'clock found nearly every one in
bed, he was much surprised to find so many persons up and engaged in
supping.
"People in New York seem to sit up all night," he thought.
He took a vacant seat, and the waiter soon coming up to him, stood
in silent expectation of an order.
"Give me a cup of coffee and a sandwich," said Ben.
"What kind?"
"Ham."
The waiter sped on his errand, and soon set before our hero a cup
of fragrant coffee, steaming hot, and a sandwich made of tender
meat and fresh bread, which tasted delicious to the hungry boy--so
delicious that he resolved to forego the intended piece of pie and
ordered another.
While he was eating the second sandwich, he observed that a young
man, sitting just opposite, was eyeing him attentively.
He was tall, dark-complexioned, slender, and had a kindly face.
"You seem to relish your supper, Johnny," he said.
"Yes, I do, but my name isn't Johnny."
The young man smiled.
"Excuse me," he said, "but in New York we call boys by that name,
if we don't know their real names. I suppose you have not been here
long?"
"No; I only arrived this afternoon."
"Come to make your fortune, eh?"
"Well, I don't know. I should like to, but if I can make a living
it is all I expect. Besides, I have another object," added the boy,
slowly.
"Were you ever here before?"
"No, sir."
"You are up rather late. You don't sit up so late in the country, do
you?"
"Oh, no, I am in bed by nine o'clock generally."
"We don't go to bed early here. I myself haven't been in bed before
midnight for three years."
"Do you like to sit up so late?" asked Ben.
"I didn't at first. Now I am used to it. My business keeps me up
late."
Seeing that Ben looked curious, he added:
"I am a reporter on a morning paper."
"Do you like it?" asked Ben, doubtfully.
"Oh, yes. It isn't a bad business."
"What paper do you write for?" asked Ben, with considerable respect
for a man who wrote for the papers.
"I used to work on the _Sun_. Now I'm on the _Herald_. It suits me
very well while I am a young man, but I should like a different
position when I am older."
"Is it hard work?"
"Sometimes. I am liable to be sent off at five minutes' notice to
any part of the city. Then I am expected to keep my eyes open, and
make note of anything that comes in my way. There was a big fire
last night about one o'clock, up town. I heard of it as I was going
up in the horse-cars, so I hurried to the spot, and instead of going
to bed I got all the information I could, hurried back to the office
and wrote it up. I got extra pay for it. Besides, it shows interest,
and may help me to promotion."
"Have you got through for to-night?" asked Ben.
"Yes; I feel tired, being up so late last night. When I leave here I
shall go home and to bed. By the way, where are you staying?"
"Nowhere," answered Ben, in some embarrassment.
"You are not going to sit up all night, are you?"
"No. I suppose I must go somewhere."
"There is a hotel close by--Leggett's."
"So a policeman told me, but I haven't much money, and I had better
not go to a hotel. He said there was a Newsboys' Lodging House,
where I could get lodging for six cents."
"I am afraid you couldn't get in at this late hour."
Ben looked perplexed. He felt sleepy, and needed rest.
"Then I suppose I shall have to go to the hotel," he answered. "Do
you know how much they charge?"
"Not exactly. It depends on the room. I can direct you to a cheaper
lodging even than you could get at the Newsboys' Lodging House."
"I wish you would," said Ben, looking up hopefully.
"Then come home with me. My room-mate is away for a few days, and I
have room for you."
"Thank you, sir, if it won't inconvenience you."
"Not at all."
Ben had read of adventurers that lie in wait for unsuspecting
travellers and "rope them in," but he entertained no suspicion
of the young man who had so kindly offered him a bed. The mere
fact that he was a newspaper man seemed to Ben a guarantee of
respectability.
As Hugh Manton (the reporter) and he went up to the counter to pay
the amount of their checks, a stout, handsomely-dressed man, of
portly form and medium stature, entered the restaurant. As his eye
fell upon Ben he started and muttered to himself:
"That boy in New York! What does he want here?"