THE FIRE AT THE HOTEL.
On the day following the scene at the police station Maurice Vane
stopped at the Grandon House to interview our hero.
“I must thank you for the interest you have taken in this matter, Joe,”
said he. “It is not every lad who would put himself out to such an
extent.”
“I wanted to see justice done, Mr. Vane,” answered our hero, modestly.
“Things have taken a sudden change since I saw you last summer,” went on
Maurice Vane. “Perhaps it will be as well if I tell my whole story.”
“I'd like first rate to hear it.”
“After I got those shares of stock I felt that I had been swindled, and
I was very anxious to get hold of the rascals. But as time went on and
I could not locate them I resolved to look into the deal a little more
minutely and see if there was any chance of getting my money, or a
portion of it, back.”
“I should have done the same.”
“I wrote to a friend out West and he put me in communication with a
mining expert who set to work to find out all about the mine. The expert
sent me word, late in the fall, that the mine was, in his opinion,
located on a vein of gold well worth working.”
“What did you do then?”
“I wanted to go West at once and look into the matter personally, but an
aunt died and I had to settle up her estate and see to the care of her
two children, and that held me back. Then winter came on, and I knew I'd
have to let matters rest until spring.”
“Are you going out there in the spring?”
“Yes,--as early as possible, too.”
“I hope you find the mine a valuable one, Mr. Vane.”
“I place great reliance on what the mining expert said, for he is known
as a man who makes no mistakes.”
“Then, if the mine proves of value, you'll have gotten a cheap piece of
property after all.”
“Yes, indeed.”
“Won't those swindlers be mad when they hear of this!”
“Most likely, my lad; but they have nobody to blame but themselves. I
bought their shares in good faith, while they sold them in bad faith.”
“Is your title perfectly clear now?”
“Absolutely so.”
“Then I hope the mine proves to be worth millions.”
“Thank you, my boy.”
“I'd like to own a mine like that myself.”
“Would you? Well, perhaps you will some day.”
“It's not likely. A hotel boy doesn't earn enough to buy a mine,” and
our hero laughed.
“If I find the mine worth working and open up for business, how would
you like to go out there and work for me?”
“I'd like it very much, Mr. Vane.”
“Very well, I'll bear that in mind,” answered the possessor of the
mining shares.
“Why don't you buy up the rest of the mining shares first?”
“I am going to do so--if I can locate them.”
“Perhaps the owners will sell cheap.”
“I shall explain the situation and make a fair offer. I do not believe
in any underhand work,” was the ready answer.
“Then you are not like some men I have met,” said Joe, and told about
Ulmer Montgomery and his so-called antiquities.
“That man will never amount to anything, Joe--mark my words. He will
always be a hanger-on as we call them, in the business world.”
“I believe you, sir.”
“Honesty pays in the long run. A rogue may make something at the start
but sooner or later he will find himself exposed.”
Maurice Vane remained at the hotel for a week and then left to go to
Chicago on business. From that point he was going to Montana as soon as
the weather permitted.
After that several weeks slipped by without anything unusual happening.
During those days Joe fell in again with Felix Gussing.
“We are going to move to Riverside,” said the dude, if such he may still
be called, although he was a good business man. “I have rented a house
there--the old Martin place--and if you ever come to the town you must
visit us.”
“Thank you, I will,” answered our hero.
“My wife thinks a great deal of you and you must stop at the house
during your stay at Riverside,” went on Felix Gussing.
A change came for Joe much quicker than was anticipated. One night, late
in the winter, he was just preparing to retire, when he smelt smoke.
He ran out of his room and to an air shaft and saw the smoke coming up
thickly.
“The hotel must be on fire!” he thought. “If it is, I'll have to notify
the management!”
He jumped rather than ran down the several stairways to the hotel
office. Here he told the proprietor and the cashier. An examination was
made and the fire was located in the laundry.
“Go and awaken all the guests,” said Mr. Drew, and Joe ran off to do
as bidden. Other boys did the same, and before long the guests were
hurrying through the hallways and down the elevators and stairs.
By this time the smoke was coming thickly, and presently a sheet of
flame burst through at the rear of the hotel. The fire alarm had been
given and several engines and a hook-and-ladder company dashed on the
scene.
“Are your guests all out?” demanded a police officer.
“I believe so,” answered Mr. Drew.
“I'm going to take a look around,” said Joe, and darted upstairs once
more.
He visited room after room, only to find them empty. From the rear of
the hotel came the crackling of flames and down in the street the fire
engines were pounding away, sending their streams of water into the
structure.
On the third floor of the building our hero came across an old lady who
was rather queer in her mind. The lady was also lame and walked with
great difficulty.
“Oh, Joseph! what is the trouble?” she cried.
“The hotel is on fire, Mrs. Dalley. Come, let me help you out.”
“On fire! Oh, I must save my canary!” And the old lady started back for
her room.
“You haven't got time, Mrs. Dalley. Come with me.”
“I cannot let my dear Dick perish!” answered the old lady, firmly.
Joe looked along the hall and saw that the flames were moving swiftly
toward the room the old lady had occupied. To enter the apartment would
be highly dangerous.
“You simply can't go after the bird, madam,” he said. “Come with me!”
“My bird! my bird!” screamed Mrs. Dalley, and tried to run, or rather
hobble, towards her room, despite the smoke that was now rolling over
her head.
“You must come with me!” exclaimed Joe, and drew her back. She tried to
struggle and then, without warning, fainted in his arms.
The burden was a heavy one, but our hero did not shirk the task before
him. He half dragged and half carried the unconscious lady to the
nearest staircase and almost fell to the bottom.
The smoke on the second floor was so thick he could scarcely see.
But he kept on and went down another flight and reached the office. He
could hardly breathe and the tears were running down both cheeks.
“Hullo there, boy!” came the call of a fireman, as he appeared through
the smoke. “Better get out of here!”
“Help me with this lady,” answered Joe.
“A lady! Oh, all right!” And in a moment more the fireman had Mrs.
Dalley over his shoulder and was carrying her out. Joe came close
behind. The lady was taken to a nearby drug store where she speedily
revived.
By the prompt efforts of the fire department only a small portion of the
hotel was burnt. But the whole building was water-soaked, and all of the
boarders had to move out, and then the place was closed up.
“Out of a place once again,” thought our hero, rather dismally. “What's
to do next?”
This was not an easy question to answer. He looked around for another
opening but, finding none, resolved to pay a visit to Riverside.
“I can call on the Gussings, and on Ned,” he thought. “I know all of
them will be glad to see me. And maybe Mr. Mallison will be wanting to
make some arrangements for next summer. I suppose he'll run the boats as
usual.”
“Going to leave Philadelphia, eh?” said Frank. “Do you intend to come
back, Joe?”
“I don't know yet, Frank.”
“Well, I wish you luck.”
“I wish you the same.”
“If you go to work for Mallison this summer, maybe you can get me a job
too.”
“I'll remember that,” answered our hero.
His preparations were soon made, and then he boarded a train for
Riverside. He did not dream of the surprises in store for him.