BEN GETS INTO TROUBLE.
Ben went out of his uncle's store in a serious frame of mind. He
knew that his uncle was opposed to his leaving his country home and
coming to New York, but he had hoped that he would nevertheless be
willing to extend to him a helping hand, especially as it would cost
him so little.
He found himself now in a critical position. He had in his pocket
a dollar and twenty-seven cents, and this constituted his entire
worldly capital. It was enough to carry him back to Sunderland,
but, if he had been willing to do that, it would have been for his
interest to accept his uncle's offer to refund to him what his trip
would cost.
But Ben was not easily discouraged. His motto was:
"If at first you don't succeed, Try, try again!"
"I won't go back to Sunderland unless I am obliged to," he said to
himself. "There are other stores besides my uncle's in this large
city, and more ways of making a living than one. I won't give up
till I have tried my best."
So he walked along Broadway in a leisurely way, keeping his eyes
wide open, and interested, in spite of his critical circumstances,
in the crowds and bustle of that brilliant thoroughfare.
Presently he came to a shop window on which was posted the notice--
"BOY WANTED."
"Here's a chance for me," he thought, hopefully. "I'll apply for the
place. I can't be any more than refused."
He entered. It was a store appropriated to "Gentlemen's Furnishing
Goods."
A tall young man, with his auburn hair parted in the middle, glanced
at him languidly.
"I see you want a boy," said Ben, plunging at once into business.
"Humph! Are you the boy?"
"I am a boy, and would like a place," answered Ben.
The clerk picked his teeth languidly with a wooden toothpick which
he had brought from the cheap restaurant where he had taken his
breakfast.
"Are you from the country?"
"Yes, sir."
"How long have you been in the city?"
"I arrived yesterday."
"Then you don't know your way round New York?"
"No; but I would soon learn."
"That wouldn't suit us. Besides, you don't live with your parents."
"My father is dead; my mother lives in the country."
"You won't suit us, then. However, you can go back and speak to Mr.
Talbot. There he is, in the rear of the store."
Ben had at first supposed that the young man with whom he was
speaking was the proprietor. He did not dream that he was a clerk,
working for nine dollars a week. He made application to Mr. Talbot,
a middle-aged gentleman, not half so consequential as his clerk, but
was asked essentially the same questions as before.
"I am afraid I must refuse you," said Mr. Talbot, kindly. "We
require a boy who is used to the city streets, and we prefer that he
should live with his parents. I am sorry for your disappointment."
"Thank you, sir," said Ben; but it was in rather a subdued tone. His
prospects did not seem quite so good as a little while before.
Coming out into the street, Ben saw quite a crowd of boys and young
men, who were following a tall lady, just in advance, and showing
signs of amusement. It only took a glance to discover the cause of
their mirth.
The lady wore a sack, evidently just purchased, on which was a card,
bearing in large, distinct characters, the words:
"CHEAP FOR CASH."
This it was that had excited the amusement of the crowd.
Ben was also amused, but he sympathized with the lady; and,
stepping forward promptly, touched her on the arm.
She looked back in surprise, and then for the first time became
aware of the crowd that was following her. She was a lady probably
nearing forty, and had a shrewd, kindly look.
"What does it all mean?" she asked.
"There is something on your sack, madam. Allow me to remove it."
And Ben plucked off the ticket, which he handed to the lady.
"I am not surprised at the amusement of the boys," said the lady,
smiling. "The ticket should have been removed. I am very much
obliged to you, my young friend."
"You are quite welcome," said Ben, bowing and falling back.
The lady smiled, and passed on. She would have remained had she
known that by his act of kindness her young acquaintance had
involved himself in trouble.
No sooner had the lady disappeared than the disappointed young
ruffians who had been making sport of her turned angrily upon our
hero.
"Ain't you smart?" sneered one.
"You're a little too fresh, country!" said another.
Ben turned from one to another in surprise. He didn't understand in
what way he had offended.
"What is the matter?" he asked. "What have I done?"
"What made you tell the lady what she had on her back?" demanded a
third.
"I thought she ought to know," answered Ben.
"Oh, you did!" sneered the first. "What you wanted was a reward. I'm
glad she didn't give you a cent."
"You judge me by yourself," said Ben, provoked. "I can be polite
without being paid for it."
"Say that again!" said Mike Rafferty, a freckle-faced young rowdy,
squaring off in a scientific manner.
"All right; I do say it again!" returned Ben, angrily.
"Take that, then!" said the fellow, as he struck at Ben.
Our hero dodged, and returned the compliment.
At that moment a policeman came round the corner, just in time to
see Ben's demonstration.
"So you're fightin' agin, you young rascal!" exclaimed the valiant
officer. "I've got ye this time!" and he seized Ben by the shoulder.
Ben turned, and, it must be confessed, was startled to find himself,
for the first time in his life, in the hands of the law.
"That boy attacked me, sir," he said.
"It's a lie!" exclaimed Mike Rafferty. "Isn't it b'yes?"
"Yes, it's a lie!" chimed in his companions, whose sympathies, of
course, were with Mike.
"Jist what I thought meself," said the astute officer.
"Say, cop, ye didn't see me hit him?" said Mike.
"Don't ye call me cop!" said the policeman, with insulted dignity.
"I mean captain," amended Mike, craftily.
"What's all the fuss about?" interrogated the officer.
"I axed him was he from the country, and he got mad and hit me,"
said Mike. "Say, b'yes, ain't it so?"
"Yes, that's so," answered the boys, in chorus.
"Then you must come with me, you young rascal!" said the officer.
"Where?" asked Ben, with sinking heart.
"To the station-house. I'll tache ye to fight in the streets. You
must go along, too, and make complaint," he added, addressing Mike
Rafferty.
"All right, captain. Come along, b'yes," said Mike, with a wink of
enjoyment at his companions.
Ben felt not a little humiliated at walking along Broadway in the
clutch of a policeman. He felt bewildered, too, it had come upon
him so quickly. It really seemed as if misfortunes were crowding
upon him. First, his uncle had practically disowned him, he had
been rebuffed in his attempt to obtain employment, and now he was
arrested, and on his way to the station-house, charged with fighting
and disorderly conduct in the streets.
To make matters worse and heighten his humiliation, as he was
walking along, shrinking from observation, he met his cousin,
Clarence Plantagenet, in company with another boy, somewhat older,
dressed also in the height of the fashion.
Clarence regarded Ben in amazement, and turned away his head in a
disgust which he did not attempt to conceal.
"He will tell Uncle Nicholas," thought our unfortunate hero, "and he
will think I have been doing something disgraceful."
"Come along, ye young rapscallion!" said the policeman, roughly,
"I'll soon attind to your case."