Ben, the Luggage Boy; Or, Among the Wharves
the day had revealed to him how uncomfortable it was to be without money or friends in a large city. At seven o'clock, on counting over his money, he found that he had a dollar and
d ever earned. His confidence came back to him, and he
o cents to pay for his supper, lodging, and breakfast. Ben would not have seen his way to accomplish all this for so small a sum, if he had not been told that at the Newsboys' Lodge the regular charge was six cents for each meal, and the same for lodging. This would make but eighteen cents, leaving him a surplus of fourteen. On inquiry, however, he ascertained that it was a
" The entrance to the Lodge was on Fulton Street. Ben went up a steep and narrow staircase, and kept mounting up until he reached the sixth floor. Here to the left he saw a door partially opened, through which he could see a considerable number of boys, whose appearance indicated that they belonged to the class known as street boys. He push
Mr. O'Connor, the superintendent, advanced to me
Newsboys' Lod
rintendent; "do you
o sleep here to-
quite w
h do you
rge is s
said Ben, drawing it
is you
nja
ur othe
ered Ben, with
ou do for
elling
ill assign
ds?" asked Ben, l
of the boys will go down and show
st here in the mor
charge the same
self that he was not as badly off as the night before, bein
g to a row of drawers or lockers on the
they value, are allowed to use them. Here they are safe,
e bundle of clothes; but they were stolen from me whil
u don't know
, the younger of the two boys who had appropriated his bundle. Mike had locked up his own shirt, which was considerably the worse for wear, and put on Ben's, which gave him a
ink it is yours?"
getting a large spot of ink on one of the sleeves, wh
made Ben's story a plausible one, though not conclusive. The superintendent deci
, in a tone of authority
not been brought up in the streets for nothing. His embarrassment was only momentary. He determined t
new shirt on, Mike
ir," sa
did you
it?" said Mike. "I
did you
Street," said M
xter Street," remarked Mr. O'Conn
," answered
ain about it. This boy here says it is his shirt, and he thinks that you
n', sir," said Mike. "
med the more likely to tell the truth. Still it was possible
t the shirt is yours?" asked
e is marked on the shirt
ckly then. Mike, pull out the
verruled. The shirt, being examined, bore the
rs," said the sup
ing me that lie? It was bad enough to
Baxter Street," persi
u account for h
it to the man I
ll it at all
all you
"There was anoth
anything ab
on't," s
not," said the superintendent; "but at any rate you
me the fifty ce
u can prove it by the man you bought it of. If you can
ery careful, as soon as an article comes into their possession, to obliterate all the marks of former ownership. It was hardly likely that they would suffer a shirt to go out of their hands so plainly
ake off the new shirt, and put on his old ragged one
get it washed
or you can carry it to a laundry, as some of
gly his ability to wash the shirt so as to improve its appearance. The supe
stripped to the waist, engaged in washing out their shirts. Being provided with but a single one each, they left them to dry over night while they were in bed, and could dispense with them. Ben wondered how they managed about
an animated manner, detailing their experiences during the d
didn't I see you at the
in a private box along with the mayor. I
opera-glass. What have you
o be stole? No, I keep it in my s
ght that Jim would have cut rather
eing required previous to going to bed. This is necessary; otherwise
round by himself in the dark and lonely streets. He observed one thing with surprise, that the boys refrained from profane or vulgar speech, though they were by no means so particula
e beds were arranged in tiers, in a manner very similar to the berths of a steamboat. Ben was agreeably surprised by the neat and comfortable appearance of these beds.