A SENSATIONAL INCIDENT
When Luke brought home the dress pattern his mother was much pleased.
"I have needed a dress for a good while," she said, "but I never felt
that I could spare the money to buy even a common one. This material
is very nice."
"It cost seventy-five cents a yard. I was with Mrs. Merton when she
bought it."
"I hope you didn't hint to Mrs. Merton that I needed one."
"No, that isn't like me, mother, but I own that I was very glad when
she thought of it."
"Please tell her how grateful I am."
"I will certainly do so. Now, mother, I want you to have it made up at
once. I can spare the money necessary."
"It will cost very little. I will have it cut by a dress maker and
make it up myself. I hope you will long retain the friendship of Mrs.
Merton."
"It won't by my fault if I don't. But I can't help seeing that her
niece, Mrs. Tracy, and Harold, a boy about my age, look upon me with
dislike."
"Why should they? I don't see how anyone can dislike you."
"You are my mother and are prejudiced in my favor. But I am sure they
have no reason to dislike me. I think, however, they are jealous, and
fear the old lady will look upon me with too much favor. She is very
rich, I hear, and they expect to inherit all her fortune."
"Money makes people mean and unjust."
"If I can only get hold of some, I'll run the risk of that," said
Luke. "I should feel a good deal more comfortable if I hadn't two
enemies in the house."
"Do your duty, my son, and leave the rest to God. It isn't well to
borrow trouble."
"No doubt you are right, mother. I will follow your advice."
The next morning Luke was at his usual stand near the Sherman House
when a boy who was passing uttered a slight exclamation of surprise.
Looking up, Luke recognized Harold Tracy.
"So it's you, is it?" said Harold, not over politely.
"Yes," answered Luke. "I hope you are well."
"I didn't know you were a newsboy."
"I spend a part of my time in selling papers."
"Does Mrs. Merton know you are a newsboy?"
"I think I have told her, but I am not certain."
"It must be inconvenient for you to come so far as our house every
day?"
"Of course it takes up some time, but Mrs. Merton does not allow me to
work for nothing."
"How much does Aunt Eliza pay you?"
"I would rather you would ask Mrs. Merton. I am not sure that she
would care to have me tell."
"You seem to forget that I am her nephew that is, her grandnephew. It
is hardly likely she would keep such a thing secret from me."
"That may be, but I would rather you would ask her."
"Does she pay you more than two dollars a week?"
"Again I must refer you to her."
"It is ridiculous to make a secret of such a trifle," said Harold,
annoyed.
"How much do you make selling papers?" he asked.
"I averaged about seventy-five cents a day before I began to work for
Mrs. Merton. Now I don't make as much."
"Why don't you black boots, too? Many of the newsboys do?"
"I never cared to take up that business."
"If you should go into it, I would give you a job now and then."
"I am not likely to go into that business, but I shall be glad to sell
you a paper whenever you need one."
"You are not too proud to black boots, are you?" persisted Harold.
"I don't think it necessary to answer that question. I have always got
along without it so far."
Harold carried the news home to his mother that Luke was a newsboy,
and Mrs. Tracy found an opportunity to mention it at the supper
table.
"Harold saw your paragon this morning, Aunt Eliza," she commenced.
"Have I a paragon? I really wasn't aware of it," returned the old
lady.
"Your errand boy."
"Oh, Luke. Where did you see him, Harold?"
"He was selling papers near the Sherman House."
"I hope you bought one of him."
"I didn't have any change."
"Did you know he was a newsboy, Aunt Eliza?" asked Mrs. Tracy.
"Yes; he told me so. You speak of it as if it were something to his
discredit."
"It is a low business, of course."
"Why is it a low business?"
"Oh, well, of course it is only poor street boys who engage in it."
"I am aware that Luke is poor, and that he has to contribute to the
support of his mother and brother. I hope, if you were poor, that
Harold would be willing to work for you."
"I wouldn't sell papers," put in Harold.
"I don't suppose Luke sells papers from choice."
"Aunt Eliza, I don't see why you should so persistently compare Harold
with that ragged errand boy of yours."
"Is he ragged? I am glad you noticed it. I must help him to a new
suit."
This was far from a welcome suggestion to Mrs. Tracy, and she made
haste to add: "I don't think he's ragged. He dresses well enough for
his position in life."
"Still, I think he needs some new clothes, and I thank you for
suggesting it, Louisa."
The next day, Luke, to his surprise, was asked to ac company Mrs.
Merton to a ready-made clothing house on Clark Street, where he was
presented with a fine suit, costing twenty dollars.
"How kind you are, Mrs. Merton!" said Luke.
"I didn't notice that you needed a new suit," returned the old lady,
"but my niece, Mrs. Tracy, spoke of it, and I was glad to take the
hint."
It was in the afternoon of the same day that Luke, having an errand
that carried him near the lake shore, strolled to the end of North
Pier. He was fond of the water, but seldom had an opportunity to go
out on it.
"How are you, Luke?" said a boy in a flat-bottomed boat a few rods
away.
In the boy who hailed him Luke recognized John Hagan, an acquaintance
of about his own age.
"Won't you come aboard?" asked John.
"I don't mind, if you'll come near enough."
In five minutes Luke found himself on board the boat, He took the oars
and relieved John, who was disposed to rest.
They rowed hither and thither, never very far from the pier. Not far
away was a boat of the same build, occupied by a man of middle size,
whose eccentric actions attracted their attention. Now he would take
the oars and row with feverish haste, nearly fifty strokes to a
minute; then he would let his oars trail, and seem wrapped in thought.
Suddenly the boys were startled to see him spring to his feet and,
flinging up his arms, leap head first into the lake.