AN ADVERTISEMENT.
Having placed the packages on the straw near about his friend, in what
he believed to be a most tempting display, Master Plummer seemed to
consider that his duties as host had been performed properly, and gave
himself wholly up to the pleasures of eating.
With one of the tomato cans between his knees, he gave undivided
attention to the savoury stew, until, the first pangs of hunger having
been appeased, he noted, as if in surprise, that Joe was not joining in
the feast.
"Why ain't you eatin' somethin'?" he asked, speaking indistinctly
because of the fullness of his mouth.
"I don't see how it can be done while the princess is asleep."
"Put her down on the blanket, where she belongs. You don't count on
holdin' her all night, I hope?"
"It looks like I'd have to. Jest the minute I stir she begins to fuss
'round, an'--"
"Well, let her fuss. Old Mis' Carter says kids wouldn't be healthy if
they didn't kick up a row every once in awhile."
"I guess she won't be sick any to speak of, if we keep her quiet till
mornin'. The trouble is, Plums, there's bound to be an awful row jest
as soon as she wakes up an' finds out where she is. I s'pose she's been
tended like she was a piece of glass, an' the shanty must look pretty
hard to her. You can tell by the way she acts that the princess has
always had a reg'lar snap, an' I wouldn't be s'prised if this was the
meanest place she was ever in."
"She'll be lucky never to get in a worse one," Master Plummer replied,
emphatically; and added, after having filled his mouth once more,
"There's no reason why you can't eat your share of the stew an' hold her
at the same time."
"I'm 'fraid I might spill some of it on her dress."
"Look here, Joe Potter," and now Plums spoke sharply, "you'll be all
wore up before mornin', carryin' on at this rate. It wouldn't hurt that
kid a bit if she had every drop of stew we've got, on her clothes, an'
she's playin' in big luck to be with us instead of walkin' 'round the
streets. Take your share of the stuff while it's goin', for of course
you haven't had anything to eat since noon."
"I had a pretty fair breakfast."
"An' nothin' since then?" Master Plummer cried, in astonishment.
"Well, I wasn't hungry,--that is, not very. You see, when a feller
closes up business, the same's I've done, he don't think much 'bout
eatin'."
"Well, think about it now, an' _do_ it, too!"
Having thus spoken, and in his sternest tones, Plums placed the second
can of stew where his friend could reach it conveniently, and waited
until Joe had so changed his position that it was possible for him to
partake of the food.
No better proof of Master Plummer's interest in his friend could have
been given than when he thus voluntarily ceased eating to serve him.
The boys had not attempted to remove either the princess's hat or cloak,
and she appeared anything rather than comfortable as she lay wrapped in
newspapers, with her head pillowed on Joe's arm; but yet her slumbers
were not disturbed when Master Potter, his appetite aroused by the odour
of the stew, proceeded to make a hearty meal.
"I s'pose we ought'er wake her up, so's she'll get somethin' to eat,"
Joe said, thoughtfully, and Plums replied, very decidedly:
"Don't you do anything of the kind. So long's a kid's quiet you'd better
leave 'em alone, 'cause it ain't safe to stir 'em up 'less you want a
reg'lar row."
"Of course that wouldn't do; but say, Plums, if she keeps on sleepin'
like this, it won't have been a terrible hard job to take care of her."
"Not 'less you count on holdin' her all night."
Joe was already cramped from sitting so long in one position, and as if
his friend's remark had reminded him of the fact, he made another effort
to relieve himself of the burden, this time being successful.
The princess moved uneasily when she was first laid upon the bed of
straw, and the boys literally held their breath in suspense, fearing she
would awaken; but, after a few moments, the child lay quietly, and
Plums said, in a tone of satisfaction:
"I know a good bit about kids, I do, 'cause old Mis' Carter had sich a
raft of 'em, an' I lived with her 'most a year. The right way is to
chuck 'em 'round jest as you want to, an' they'll stand it; but once you
begin to fuss with 'em, there's no end of a row."
"The princess ain't anything like Mis' Carter's youngsters."
"No, I don't know as she is; but I guess the same kind of handlin' will
fetch her 'round all right in the long run. Can't you eat some peanuts?"
"I've had enough, an', besides, we must leave somethin' to give the
princess, 'cause she'll be hungry in the mornin'."
"Yes, I s'pose we must. It always makes me feel bad to stop when there's
good things in the house," and Master Plummer told his friend of the
"great time" he had had on a certain rainy day, when it would have been
useless to attend to business, and the larder was well filled.
"I kept right on eatin', from mornin' till it was time to go to bed;
didn't rush, you know, but stuck at it."
"Didn't it make you sick?"
"Well, I did have a pretty bad ache before mornin'; but jest as likely
as not that would have come whether I'd eat anything or not. Mis' Carter
says if I don't stop bein' so hungry all the time I'll fill up a
glutton's grave, but how can a feller keep from wantin' something to
eat?"
"I don't s'pose it's anybody's business, Plums, what you do, so long as
you pay the bills; but it does seem to me that it would be better if
you'd get on more of a hustle when you're at work, an' stop thinkin' so
much about vittles. I can't see how you earn money enough to keep this
thing up."
"Seems like I've got some push to me if I do it, don't it?" Master
Plummer replied, complacently, and there the conversation came to an
end.
Plums, having ministered to his appetite, stretched himself at full
length on the ground, and it seemed to Joe as if he had but just assumed
that position when his heavy breathing told that he had fallen asleep.
Now and then from the street beyond could be heard the rumbling of a
carriage, sounding unusually loud owing to the stillness of the night.
At intervals the hum of voices told that belated seekers after pleasure
were returning home, and, in fact, everything reminded the ruined fruit
merchant that the time for rest was at hand.
Joe's eyelids were heavy with sleep, yet he resisted the impulse to
close them, because it seemed necessary he should watch over the
princess.
The candle, having burned down to the neck of the bottle in which it had
been placed, spluttered and fretted because its life was so nearly at an
end, and Joe replaced it with a fresh one.
With his back against the box which served as cupboard, he sat watching
the little maid with a strong determination not to indulge in sleep, and
even as he repeated for the twentieth time that it was necessary he
remain awake, his eyes closed in slumber.
It was yet dark, and the second candle nearly consumed, when the
princess suddenly opened her big, brown eyes, and during a single
instant looked about her in silent astonishment.
Then, as the only way by which she could express her displeasure with
her surroundings, the child opened her tiny mouth to its fullest extent,
and from the little pink throat came as shrill a scream as was ever
uttered by one of "old Mis' Carter's kids."
Joe Potter was on his feet instantly, and during the first few seconds
after being thus rudely awakened was at a loss to understand exactly
where he was, or what had aroused him.
The princess introduced herself to his attention very quickly, however,
for she was a maid who had ever received, and was ever ready to demand,
attention.
Joe had her in his arms as soon as might be, but just at this moment it
was her mother she wanted, and the friendship previously displayed for
her new guardian was forgotten.
In other words, the princess screamed passionately; Joe walked to and
fro with her in his arms, whispering soothing words which did not
soothe; and through all the uproar Master Plummer slumbered as sweetly
as an infant.
"I know what you want, you poor little thing; but how am I goin' to get
it for you to-night? Why won't you try to make the best of it till
mornin', an' then we'll be sure to find your folks? Here, eat some of
these peanuts; they must be awful good, 'cordin' to the way Plums
pitched into 'em last night."
The princess had no appetite for peanuts just then, and, as the readiest
way of giving her guardian such information, she struck the outstretched
hand with her tiny fist, sending the nuts flying in every direction.
Joe was considerably surprised that such a dainty-looking little maiden
could display so much temper, but did not relax his efforts to please.
One of the sugared cakes had escaped Master Plummer's cyclonic appetite,
and with this the amateur nurse tried to tempt the screaming child into
silence.
The cake shared the fate of the peanuts, and the princess gave every
evidence in her power of a positive refusal to be soothed.
Joe had tossed her in the air, fondled her in his arms, paced to and fro
as if walking for a wager, but all without avail, and now it seemed
necessary he should have assistance.
Master Plummer's rest had not been disturbed by the noise, but he rose
to a sitting posture very suddenly when Joe kicked him almost roughly.
"Wha--wha--what's the matter?" he asked, blinking in the light of the
candle, which was directly in front of his eyes.
"I should think you might know by this time! Can't you hear the
princess?"
"I thought there'd be a row if she waked up," Master Plummer replied, in
a matter-of-fact tone, and then he laid himself down again, evidently
intending to continue the interrupted nap.
"See here, Plums, you can't do that!" Joe cried, sharply. "I mustn't be
left alone with this poor little thing. It ain't certain but she'll die,
she's so frightened."
"Don't fret yourself. She'll come out of it after a spell; all Mis'
Carter's kids used to."
"But she isn't like them, I tell you! They could stand 'most anything,
an' she's been raised different."
"She cries jest the same's they did."
"Look here, George Plummer, get up on your feet an' help me! This thing
is growin' dangerous!"
Plums had no fear the princess would injure herself by crying; but his
friend spoke so sternly that he decided it was wisest to obey the
command, and a very sleepy-looking boy he was, as he stood yawning and
rubbing his eyes, with an expression of discontent amounting almost to
peevishness upon his face.
"There ain't anything either you or I can do. Youngsters have to yell
jest about so much,--it makes 'em healthy,--an' she'll quiet down after
a spell. Why don't you give her somethin' to eat?"
"I tried that, but she wouldn't take a single crumb. The trouble is, we
haven't got what she wants. Now, if there was some milk in the house--"
"But there ain't, so what's the use thinkin' of that?"
"It must be near mornin', an' if there is a bakeshop anywhere 'round,
you could get some."
"Do you want a feller to turn out in the night an' travel 'round the
streets lookin' for milk?" Plums asked, indignantly.
"It is better to do that than have a dear little baby like this die."
"But there's no danger anything of that kind will happen. I've seen lots
of worse scrapes than this, but they always ended up all right."
"Look here, Plums, will you go out an' get some milk?"
"What's the use--"
"_Will_ you go an' get the milk?"
Just for an instant Master Plummer stood irresolute, as if questioning
the necessity for such severe exertion, and then a single glance at his
friend's face decided the matter.
In silence, but with a decided show of temper, the fat boy picked up one
of the tomato-cans, jammed his battered hat down over his head, and
stalked out of the shanty.
During this brief conversation the princess's outcries had neither
ceased nor diminished in volume, and when Plums had thus unwillingly
departed, it was as if she redoubled her efforts.
Unfortunately, Joe had had no experience with "old Mis' Carter's kids,"
and when the child's face took on a purplish hue, he was thoroughly
alarmed, believing her to be dying.
"Don't, baby dear, don't! You'll kill yourself if you act this way! I'm
doin' the best I know how; but the trouble is, I can't tell what you
want!"
Entreaties were as useless as any of his other efforts to soothe, yet
he alternately begged her to be silent, and paced to and fro with her in
his arms, until, when it seemed to him that at least one whole night
must have passed since she awakened, the princess tired of her
exertions.
Then it was a tear-stained, grief-swollen face that he looked into, and
the childish sobs which escaped her lips gave him deeper pain than had
her most energetic outcries.
Believing her to be suffering severely, the big tears of sympathy rolled
down Joe's face as he told her again and again of all he would do
towards finding her mother when the day had come.
The princess was lying quietly in Joe's arms when Master Plummer finally
returned, bringing the can of milk, and yawning as if he had been asleep
during the entire journey and had but just awakened.
"Now you can see that it was jest as I said!" he exclaimed. "When
youngsters start in yellin', they've got to do about so much of it, an'
there's no use tryin' to stop 'em. Here I've walked all over this city
huntin' for milk when I might jest as well have been sleepin'."
"It won't do you any harm, Plums, an' I honestly think the princess is
hungry."
"She can't be very bad off, with Bologna, an' cakes, an' peanuts 'round.
I'll bet she won't touch this."
Joe broke into the milk such fragments of cracker as remained in the
cupboard-box, after which, and first wiping the spoon carefully on his
coat sleeve, he began to feed the little maid.
[Illustration: "HE BEGAN TO FEED THE LITTLE MAID."]
To Master Plummer's disappointment, she ate almost greedily, and Joe
said, in a tone of triumph:
"You may know a good deal 'bout Mis' Carter's babies, but you're way off
when it comes to one of this kind."
"I don't know whether I am or not," and Plums laid himself down once
more, falling asleep, or pretending to, almost immediately thereafter.
Having eaten with evident relish the food which had cost Plums so much
labour, the princess's ill-temper vanished entirely, and she twittered
and chirped to Joe until he forgot his former fears and anxieties in the
love which sprang up in his heart for the tiny maid who was dependent
upon him for a shelter.
The day was close at hand when the amateur nurse and his charge
journeyed into dreamland for the second time, and although Joe had
gained but little rest during the night, his slumbers were not so
profound but that a hum of shrill voices near the building awakened him
very shortly afterward.
The one fear in his mind was that the princess would be disturbed, and
he stepped quickly outside the shanty to learn the cause of the noise.
"Here he is! Here he is now! We was in big luck to come 'round this
way!" one of a party of boys said, excitedly, and Joe recognised in
these early visitors three friends and business acquaintances, all of
whom were looking very serious, and evidently labouring under great
excitement.
"What's brought you fellers up to this part of the town so early?" Joe
asked, in surprise, and Dan Fernald, who had under his arm a bundle of
morning papers, said, in a mournful tone:
"We've come after you."
"What for? I'm goin' to hang 'round here a spell till I can get enough
money ahead to go into business ag'in. Did you fellers think I'd be so
mean as to sell papers 'round City Hall after I'd sold out to Dan?"
"It ain't anything like that, Joe Potter," Master Fernald replied, so
gravely that the princess's guardian could not fail of being alarmed.
"What's floatin' over you fellers?" he asked, sharply. "Ain't been
gettin' into trouble, have you?"
"We're all right; but there's somethin' mighty wrong 'bout you, Joe.
Say, did you do anything crooked when you sold that stand to Sim
Jepson?"
"Crooked? Why, how could I? He'd been workin' for me at a dollar a week,
an' when I hadn't any more money, he took the stand for what I owed him.
If you call it crooked to sell out a business for a dollar an' twenty
cents, when it cost pretty nigh eight times as much, you're off your
base."
"Then what _have_ you been doin'?" Tim Morgan asked.
By this time Joe began to understand that something serious had caused
this early visit, and he began to grow alarmed, without knowing why it
should disturb him.
"I don't want you to make any noise 'round here, 'cause Plums an' me
have got a kid what we picked up in the street last night, an' she's
asleep. It won't do to wake her 'less you want to hear the tallest kind
of screechin'. But I've got to know what's givin' you fellers the
chills; so out with it, but be as quiet as you can."
Dan Fernald looked at his comrades as if hoping one of them would act as
spokesman; but since both remained silent, he began by saying:
"See here, Joe, you know we're your friends, an' are willin' to do all
we can to help you out of a scrape?"
"Yes," Master Potter replied, growing yet more alarmed because of Dan's
solemn manner.
"If you'd come right to us in the first place, we'd helped you, no
matter how much money was wanted."
"Look here, Dan, don't give me a stiff like this!" Joe cried,
imploringly. "If anything's wrong, out with it, 'stead of mumblin' 'bout
helpin' me. I've allers managed to help myself, and you fellers, too, a
good many times, so I don't know why you should stand 'round lookin'
like as if somethin' was chewin' you."
"If we wasn't your friends, Joe, you might give us a bluff like that,
an' even if we didn't take it, we'd make out as though we did. See
here," and unfolding a newspaper, Dan pointed to an advertisement, as he
added, "I saw this almost 'fore I got out of the _Herald_ office, an'
didn't stop for anything but jest to pick up Tim an' Jerry before I come
to find you."
Joe looked at each of his friends in turn before taking the proffered
paper, and then, after considerable difficulty because of the necessity
of spelling out each word in turn, he read the following:
JOSEPH POTTER. Information wanted of a newsboy or fruit
vendor answering to the name of Joseph Potter. He was last
seen in front of the Grand Central Station at about seven
o'clock on the evening of yesterday (Tuesday), holding in
his arms a child three years old. A liberal reward will be
paid for information as to the present whereabouts of the
boy. Address Cushman & Morton, Attorneys at Law, 47-1/2 Pine
Street, New York.
Immediately below this was an advertisement signed with the same names,
requesting information concerning a little girl who had strayed from the
Grand Central Station and was last seen in the company of a newsboy; but
this Joe did not read.
The fact that he was advertised for, as if he had been a fugitive from
justice, terrified him.
He could not so much as speak; but looked alternately at the printed
sheet and his companions, until Dan said, sternly:
"Now, Joe, you can tell us 'bout this thing or not, jest as you have a
mind. What we've come for is to help you get clear, an' we're bound to
do it."
"Get clear of what?" Joe repeated, in bewilderment.
"You know better'n we do, an' I ain't askin' questions if you think it
ought'er be kept secret from us."
"But I haven't been doin' anything that wasn't square," Joe replied,
with a trembling voice.
"Then what's a couple of lawyers advertisin' you for?" Tim Morgan asked,
shrilly. "Do you s'pose sich folks want'er catch a feller what sells
papers, jest to look at him?"
[Illustration: "DAN POINTED TO AN ADVERTISEMENT."]
"See here, Tim, you know me, an' you know I never did a mean thing to
anybody in my life."
"Then what they advertisin' yer for?"
"Say, fellers, I wouldn't try to make out--"
"Now, Joe, this ain't any time for you to stuff us," Dan Fernald said,
impatiently. "If you hadn't done anything crooked, your name wouldn't be
right there in them big letters. You've allers been willin' to do us a
good turn, an' we're goin' to pay you back. You've _got_ to skip! An'
you've got to skip bloomin' quick!"