<h2>CHAPTER XI.<br/>THE ADVERTISEMENT IN THE HERALD.</h2>
<p>About eight o'clock Rough and Ready bade goodnight
to Miss Manning and his sister, and went
round to the Newsboys' Lodge to sleep.</p>
<p>On entering the room he went up to the superintendent,
and said, "Mr. O'Connor, I want to ask
your advice about something."</p>
<p>"Very well, Rufus, I will give you the best advice
in my power. Now what is it?"</p>
<p>Hereupon the newsboy told the story of his finding
the pocket-book.</p>
<p>"Didn't you see any one to whom you think it was
likely to belong?"</p>
<p>"No, sir."</p>
<p>"How long did you remain after you found it?"</p>
<p>"I waited about half an hour, thinking that the
loser might come back for it; but no one came."</p>
<p>"Why did you not give it to the bar-keeper?"</p>
<p>"Because I knew it did not belong to him, and I
judged from his looks that, if he once got hold of it,
the true owner would never see it again, even if he
came back for it."</p>
<p>"I have no doubt you are right. I only asked to
learn your own idea about it. Now, what do you
think of doing?"</p>
<p>"Wouldn't it be a good plan to advertise it in the
'Herald'?"</p>
<p>"Yes, I think it might. Besides, there is the
chance of its loss being advertised there, so that we
can examine the advertisements of articles lost."</p>
<p>"Yes, sir; will you write an advertisement?"</p>
<p>"If you wish me to do so."</p>
<p>The superintendent took pen and paper, and drew
up the following advertisement:—</p>
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<div class='line'>"FOUND.—A pocket-book, containing a considerable</div>
<div class='line'>sum of money. The owner can have the same by calling on</div>
<div class='line'>the Superintendent of the Newsboys' Lodging House, proving</div>
<div class='line'>property, and paying the expense of this advertisement."</div>
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<p>"How will that do?" he inquired.</p>
<p>"It's just the thing," said Rough and Ready.
"How many times shall I put it in?"</p>
<p>"Three times will answer, I think. I will give
you enough of the money to pay for the advertisement,
and you can carry it round to-night."</p>
<p>This was done. The charge was found to be four
dollars and eighty cents, as the "Herald" charges
forty cents per line, and the three insertions made
twelve lines.</p>
<p>"I have no doubt," said Mr. O'Connor, "I shall
have some applications from adventurers, who will
pretend that they have lost a pocket-book; but I will
take care that it shall be surrendered only to the real
owner."</p>
<p>The superintendent was right in this matter.
Early the next morning, a flashily attired individual
mounted the long flights of stairs, and inquired for
him.</p>
<p>"What is your business, sir?" inquired Mr
O'Connor.</p>
<p>"I called about that pocket-book which you advertise
in the 'Herald.'"</p>
<p>"Have you lost one?"</p>
<p>"Yes, and I have no doubt that is the one. How
much did you pay for advertising? I don't mind
giving you a trifle extra for your trouble."</p>
<p>"Wait a moment. Where did you lose your pocket-book?"</p>
<p>"Really I can't say. I was at a good many places
down town."</p>
<p>"Then you couldn't give any idea as to where you
lost it?"</p>
<p>"I think I must have dropped it somewhere in
Nassau Street or Fulton Street. Where was it found?"</p>
<p>"I do not intend giving information, but to require
it. It is important that I should not give it to
the wrong party."</p>
<p>"Do you doubt that the pocket-book is mine?"
said the other, in an offended tone.</p>
<p>"I know nothing about it. If it is yours you can
describe the pocket-book, and tell me how much
money there is in it."</p>
<p>"Well," said the flashy individual, hesitating, "it
wasn't a very large pocket-book."</p>
<p>"Brown?"</p>
<p>"Yes."</p>
<p>"And how much money was there in it?"</p>
<p>"Really, I couldn't tell exactly."</p>
<p>"But you can give me some idea?"</p>
<p>"There was somewhere from fifty to seventy-five
dollars," said the adventurer, hazarding a guess.</p>
<p>"Then it doesn't belong to you," said the superintendent.</p>
<p>"There might have been a little more. Now I
think of it, there must have been over eighty dollars."</p>
<p>"You are wasting your time, sir; you will have to
look elsewhere for your pocket-book."</p>
<p>The man went off, muttering that he had no doubt
it was his; but he saw clearly that he had failed.
However, he was not yet at the end of his resources.
At the corner of Broadway and Fulton Streets he was
greeted by another young man of similar appearance.</p>
<p>"Well, Jack, what luck?"</p>
<p>"I came away as poor as I went."</p>
<p>"Then you couldn't hit the description?"</p>
<p>"No, he was too many for me."</p>
<p>"Anyway, you found out something. Give me a
few hints, and I'll try my luck."</p>
<p>"He asked me if the pocket-book was brown, and
I said yes. That's wrong. You'd better say it's
black, or some other color."</p>
<p>"All right. I'll remember. What else did he ask
you?"</p>
<p>"Where I lost it."</p>
<p>"What did you say?"</p>
<p>"In Nassau or Fulton Street, I couldn't say which."</p>
<p>"Was that wrong?"</p>
<p>"I don't know, he didn't say."</p>
<p>"What next?"</p>
<p>"He asked how much money there was. I said
from fifty to seventy-five dollars, though I afterwards
said there might be over eighty."</p>
<p>"That's too wide a margin. I think I'll say a hundred
and fifty, more or less."</p>
<p>"That might do."</p>
<p>"As soon as I've smoked out my cigar, I'll go up."</p>
<p>"Good luck to you, Bob. Mind we are to divide
if you get it."</p>
<p>"You shall have a third."</p>
<p>"No, half."</p>
<p>"I'll see about it; but I haven't got it yet."</p>
<p>In a few moments the superintendent received a
second applicant.</p>
<p>"Good-morning, sir," said the individual named
"Bob." "You've found a pocket-book, I think."</p>
<p>"Yes."</p>
<p>"I'm glad of it. I lost mine yesterday, with a
pretty stiffish sum of money in it. I suppose one of
your newsboys picked it up."</p>
<p>"Did you lose it in this street?"</p>
<p>"Yes, I expect so. I was coming from the Fulton
Ferry in a great hurry, and there was a big hole
in my pocket, that I didn't know of. I had just got
the money for a horse that I sold to a man over
there."</p>
<p>"Will you describe the pocket-book? What color
was it?"</p>
<p>"Black, that is to say, not perhaps exactly black,
but it might be called black," said Bob, getting over
this question as well as he could.</p>
<p>"Very well. Now for the amount of money in the
pocket-book."</p>
<p>"A hundred and fifty dollars, more or less," said
Bob, boldly.</p>
<p>"In three bills of fifty dollars each?" asked the
superintendent.</p>
<p>"Yes, precisely," said Bob, eagerly. "That was
what was paid for the horse I sold."</p>
<p>"Then I regret to say that the pocket-book in my
possession cannot be yours. When I find one answering
your description as to color and contents, I will
hold it at your disposal."</p>
<p>"Sold!" muttered Bob to himself, as he slunk
downstairs without another word.</p>
<p>He rejoined his confederate, who was waiting for
him at the corner, and informed him in expressive
language that it was "no go."</p>
<p>"P'r'aps, if we'd consulted a medium, we might
have found out all about the color and amount," suggested Jack.</p>
<p>"Don't you believe it," said Bob. "If the mediums
could tell that, they'd be after it themselves. Where's
your 'Herald'? We may get or better at some other
place."</p>
<p>They found an advertisement of a diamond ring
found, and started in pursuit of the finder. As Jack?
said, "We might get it, you know; and if we don't,
there's no harm done."</p>
<p>Mr. O'Connor had various other applications for
the pocket-book, of which we will only describe one.</p>
<p>A woman dressed in black presented herself about
noon.</p>
<p>"Is this the superintendent?" she asked.</p>
<p>"Yes, ma'am."</p>
<p>"I came to see you about that pocket-book you
advertise. I am a widow with six children, and I
have hard work to get along. Yesterday I sent out
my oldest boy to pay the rent; but he is a careless
boy, and I suppose he got to playing in the street,
and it fell out of his pocket. It was a great loss to
me, and a widow's blessings shall rest upon you, sir,
if you restore it. My boy's name is Henry, and I
can bring you the best recommendations that I am
a respectable woman, and my word can be relied
upon."</p>
<p>This speech was delivered with such volubility,
and with such a steady flow of words, that the superintendent
had no opportunity of interrupting her.</p>
<p>"May I ask your name, madam?" he said at
length.</p>
<p>"My name is Manson, sir, Mrs. Manson. My
husband was an honest man,—he was a blacksmith,—but
he was took down sudden with a fever about three
years ago, that carried him off, and left me to get
along as well as I could with my family of children.
I ought to be back now; so if you'll give it to me,
you can take what you like for the advertising, and
to pay you for your trouble."</p>
<p>"You are a little too fast, Mrs. Manson. How
am I to know that the pocket-book is yours?"</p>
<p>"I'll bring my son Henry to prove that he lost the
pocket-book when he was going to pay the rent."</p>
<p>"That will not be necessary. All you will have
to do will be to describe the pocket-book and its
contents, and, if your description is correct, I will
take it for granted that it belongs to you, and give it
to you at once."</p>
<p>"Describe it, sir?"</p>
<p>"Yes, what was the color?"</p>
<p>"I can't justly say, sir, for it was Henry's pocket-book,"
said Mrs. Manson, hesitating; "but I think it
was black."</p>
<p>"And how much money was there in it?"</p>
<p>"Thirty dollars," said the widow, with a little hesitation.</p>
<p>"Then the pocket-book isn't yours. Good morning,
madam."</p>
<p>"It's hard upon a poor widow to lose her money,
sir, and then have the finder refuse to give it up,"
whined Mrs. Manson.</p>
<p>"It would be, no doubt; but it would be equally
hard for the real owner of the money for me to give
it to the wrong person."</p>
<p>"But I think the pocket-book is mine."</p>
<p>"You are mistaken, madam."</p>
<p>Mrs. Manson, who, by the way, was not a widow,
and didn't have six children as represented, went
away crestfallen.</p>
<p>A week passed, and the money still remained in
the hands of Mr. O'Connor. Numerous applicants
had been drawn by the advertisement, one or two of
whom had met with genuine losses, but the greater
part were adventurers who trusted to lucky guessing
to get hold of money that did not belong to them.
The advertisements of money lost were also carefully
examined daily; but there was none that answered
to the sum found by the newsboy.</p>
<p>"I am beginning to think," said Mr. O'Connor,
after a week had passed, "that you won't find an
owner for this money, Rufus. What do you intend
to do with it?"</p>
<p>"I'll put it in some bank, sir," said the newsboy,
promptly. "I don't need to use it at present, but I
may some time. It'll be something for me to fall
back upon, if I get sick."</p>
<p>"I am glad you do not mean to live upon it. I
was afraid it might encourage you to idleness."</p>
<p>"No, sir, it won't do that," said Rough and Ready,
promptly. "I'm not such a fool as that. I've got a
little sister to take care of, and I've thought sometimes,
'What if I should get sick?' but with this
money, I shan't feel afraid. I think it'll make me
work harder. I should like to add something to it
if I could."</p>
<p>"That is the right way to talk, Rufus," said the
superintendent, approvingly. "I think you are a
good boy, and I shall be glad to help you with
advice, or in any other way, whenever you need it.
I wish you could get an education; it would help
you along in life hereafter."</p>
<p>"I am studying every evening, sir," said the
newsboy. "Miss Manning, a friend of mine, that
my sister boards with, is helping me. I hope to be
something higher than a newsboy some time."</p>
<p>The superintendent warmly applauded his determination,
and a week later gave the pocket-book up to
Rough and Ready, feeling that every reasonable
effort to find an owner had been tried.</p>
<h2>CHAPTER XII.<br/>A VISIT TO GREENWOOD CEMETERY.</h2>
<p>One day Rough and Ready came to see his sister,
and displayed a bank-book on one of the city savings-banks,
containing an entry of three hundred dollars
to his credit.</p>
<p>"What do you think of that, Rosie?" he said.
"Don't you think I am rich?"</p>
<p>"I don't see anything but a little book," said Rose,
who knew nothing of the way in which savings-banks
were conducted. "There isn't any money in it," she
continued, turning over the leaves with the expectation
of finding some bills folded between them.</p>
<p>"You don't understand it, Rose. That little book
is worth three hundred dollars."</p>
<p>"Three hundred dollars! Why, I wouldn't give
five cents for it."</p>
<p>The newsboy laughed. "It shows that I have
three hundred dollars in the bank, which they will
pay me whenever I want it."</p>
<p>"That is nice," said Rose. "I am so glad you are
rich, Rufie."</p>
<p>"Then you have heard nothing of the owner of the
money, Rufus?" said Miss Manning.</p>
<p>"No, I have heard nothing. Mr. O'Connor says I
shall be right in keeping the money now, as I have
tried to find the owner, and cannot."</p>
<p>"What do you propose to do with it?"</p>
<p>"I shall keep it in the bank at present, until I
need it. But there is one thing I would like to do,
Miss Manning."</p>
<p>"What is that?"</p>
<p>"I would like to make you a present,—a dress, or
shawl, or whatever you need most."</p>
<p>"Thank you, Rufus; you are very kind," said the
seamstress; "but I would prefer that you would leave
the money untouched. Since I made the arrangement
with you about Rose, I am doing much better
than I did before, and I feel much better, because I
have more sustaining food. I feel now as if I could
afford to take a little time to sew for myself. I
bought a dress-pattern yesterday, and I shall make
it up next week."</p>
<p>"But I should like very much to make you a present,
Miss Manning."</p>
<p>"So you shall, Rufus, whenever you have a thousand
dollars laid aside. At present I do not need
anything, and I would rather you would keep your
money."</p>
<p>To this resolution Miss Manning adhered, in spite
of the newsboy's urgent persuasion. She knew very
well that three hundred dollars, though it seemed a
large sum to him, would rapidly melt away if it was
once broken in upon, and she wished it to be kept as
a "nest-egg," and an encouragement for future accumulations.</p>
<p>"At any rate," said Rufus, "I want to celebrate
my good luck, and I want you to help me do it. Let
us go to-morrow afternoon to Greenwood Cemetery.
I think Rose will like it, and as it is a beautiful place
it will be pleasant for us all."</p>
<p>"Very well," said the seamstress, "I will agree to
that, if you will wait till I have finished my dress.
I think I can have it done, so that we can go on
Wednesday afternoon. Will that do?"</p>
<p>"Yes, that will suit me very well. I hope it will
be a pleasant day."</p>
<p>"If it is not, we can defer it to the next day."</p>
<p>It will need to be explained that Rufus had already
five dollars in the bank previous to his coming into
possession of the contents of the pocket-book. That
had originally contained three hundred dollars, but
five dollars had been taken out to defray the expenses
of advertising in the "Herald."</p>
<p>When Rose was informed of the contemplated excursion,
she was filled with delight. The poor child had
had very little pleasure or variety, and the excursion,
brief as it was, she anticipated with eager enjoyment.</p>
<p>The day opened auspiciously. The early morning
hours the newsboy devoted to his business, being unwilling
to lose a day's earnings. At eleven o'clock
he came to Miss Manning's lodgings. "Well, I am
through with my day's work," he said. "How much
do you think I have earned?"</p>
<p>"Seventy-five cents?" said the seamstress, inquiringly.</p>
<p>"A dollar and twenty cents," he said.</p>
<p>"You have been very smart. What a number of
papers you must have sold!"</p>
<p>"I didn't make it all that way. There were two
boys who were hard up, and hadn't any blacking-brushes;
so I bought them some, and they are to pay
me ten cents a day, each of them, for a month, then I
shall let them keep the brushes."</p>
<p>"Do the boys often make such arrangements?"</p>
<p>"No, they generally go <i>whacks</i>. The boy who borrows
agrees to pay half his earnings to the boy that
sets him up in business."</p>
<p>"That is rather a hard bargain."</p>
<p>"Yes, I didn't want to charge so much. So I only
charged ten cents a day."</p>
<p>"That will pay you a good profit; but how do you
know but the boys will keep the brushes, and won't
pay you anything?"</p>
<p>"Oh, they won't do that. They'll keep their promises,
or nobody would help 'em next time they get
hard up."</p>
<p>Miss Manning had prepared an early dinner, to
which they all sat down. This was soon despatched,
and they set out together for the South Ferry, from
which cars ran to the cemetery.</p>
<p>They reached the ferry about noon, and at once
crossed over. Rose enjoyed the ride upon the boat,
for, though New York is surrounded by ferries, she
had hardly ever ridden on a ferry-boat.</p>
<p>"I wish we didn't get out so quick," she said.</p>
<p>"Do you like being on the water, Rosie?"</p>
<p>"Ever so much," replied the little girl.</p>
<p>"Then we will take a longer excursion some day
soon. We can go to Staten Island. That will be
six miles each way."</p>
<p>"That will be nice. I hope we can go soon."</p>
<p>They soon reached the Brooklyn side, and disembarked
with the throng of fellow-passengers. A car
was waiting the boat's arrival, on which they saw
"<span class='sc'>Greenwood</span>" printed.</p>
<p>"Jump on board quick," said Rough and Ready,
"or you won't get seats."</p>
<p>Miss Manning barely got a seat. She took Rose in
her lap, and the newsboy stood out on the platform
with the conductor. The ride was a pleasant one to
all three, but no incidents happened worth noting.
When Rufus settled the fare, the conductor said jocosely,
"Your wife and child, I suppose?"</p>
<p>"No," said the newsboy, "all my children are
grown up and out of the way. They don't give me
any trouble."</p>
<p>"That's where you're lucky," said the conductor.
"It's more than I can say."</p>
<p>"Have you a family?"</p>
<p>"Yes, I have a wife and four children, and precious
hard work I find it to support them on my
small wages. But it's no use asking any more."</p>
<p>"That's my sister, the little girl I mean," said
Rufus, "The other is a friend who looks after her.
I have to support her; but that's only one, while you
have five."</p>
<p>"She looks like a nice little girl. She is about
the size of my oldest girl."</p>
<p>"She's a dear little sister," said the newsboy,
warmly. "I should feel very lonely without her."</p>
<p>He little thought as he spoke that the loneliness to
which he referred was speedily to come upon him.
But we will not anticipate.</p>
<p>They got out at the entrance of the cemetery, and
entered the grounds. Greenwood Cemetery, of
which all my readers have probably heard, is very
extensive, the grounds comprising over three hundred
acres. It is situated about two and a half miles
from the South Ferry, on what is now known as Gowanus
Heights. Its elevated position enables it to
command charming views of the bay and harbor of
New York; with its islands and forts, the twin cities
of New York and Brooklyn, the New Jersey shore,
the long lines of city wharves, with their forests of
masts, and an extensive view of the ocean. The numerous
and beautiful trees crowning the elevations,
the costly monuments, the winding paths, so intersecting
each other as almost to make a labyrinth,
render this a charming spot, and death assumes a
less repulsive aspect amid such surroundings.</p>
<p>"How beautiful it is!" said Miss Manning, gazing
about her thoughtfully. "I have never been
here before."</p>
<p>"I never came but once," said the newsboy, "and
that was a good while ago."</p>
<p>Little Rose was charmed, and darted first into one
path, then into another, and was about to pluck some
flowers, until she was told that this was against the
regulations.</p>
<p>"What a lot of dead people live here!" she said,
as from a little height they saw white stones and
monuments rising on every side.</p>
<p>"She has used the right word, after all, Rufus,"
said Miss Manning; "for death is only the introduction
to another life. I sometimes think that those
whose bodies lie here are not wholly insensible to the
beauty by which they are surrounded."</p>
<p>"I don't know," said the newsboy, "I never
thought much about it till mother died. I wish she
had been buried here. I think it would be a comfort
to me. Poor mother! she had a hard life;" and he
sighed. "I want Rose to have a happier one."</p>
<p>"Let us hope she will. Have you heard anything
of Mr. Martin lately?"</p>
<p>She carefully avoided using the word "stepfather"
for she had observed that even this recognition of relationship
was distasteful to the boy, who had imbibed
a bitter prejudice against the man who had
wrecked his mother's happiness, and undoubtedly
abridged her life by several years.</p>
<p>"No, I have not seen him since the day after I
took Rose away from Leonard Street. I think he
cannot be in the city, or he would have come round
to where I was selling papers. I expected he would
be round before to ask me for some money."</p>
<p>"What do you think has become of him?"</p>
<p>"Maybe he has gone back into the country. I
hope he has, for I should feel safer about Rose."</p>
<p>Here the conversation closed for the time. They
rambled on without any particular aim, wherever
fancy dictated. They came upon most of the notable
monuments, including that of the sea-captain, and
that of Miss Canda, the young heiress, who, dying by
a violent accident, with no one to inherit her wealth,
it was decided that it should all be expended upon a
costly monument, which has ever since been one of
the chief ornaments of the cemetery.</p>
<p>At length they began to think of returning, but had
some difficulty at first in finding their way to the
gate, so perplexing is the maze of paths.</p>
<p>"I don't know but we shall have to stay here all
night," said Rufus. "How should you like that,
Rose?"</p>
<p>"I wouldn't care," said the little girl. "I think
the grass would make a nice soft bed."</p>
<p>But to this necessity they were not reduced, as after
a while they emerged into a broad path that led down
to the gateway. They passed through it, and got on
board a horse-car.</p>
<p>"I think we will go to Fulton Ferry this time,"
said Rough and Ready. "It will give us a little
change."</p>
<p>He did not realize to what misfortune this choice
of his would lead, or he would not have made it; but
we cannot foresee what our most trifling decisions
may lead to. In due time they got on board the Fulton
ferry-boat, and went into the ladies' cabin. They
didn't see a man who followed their motions with an
eager gaze, mingled with malice. It was James Martin,
who saw Rose now for the first time since she
was taken from Leonard Street by her brother.</p>
<p>"This is lucky!" he muttered to himself. "I will
find out where she lives, and then it will be a pretty
tight cage, or I shall be able to secure the bird."</p>
<p>But there was danger that, if he followed in person,
the newsboy might look back, and, perceiving his
design, foil it by going in the wrong direction. He
quickly decided what to do. There was a half-grown
boy near by whom he knew slightly.</p>
<p>"Here, boy," said he,"do you want to earn half a
dollar?"</p>
<p>"Yes," said the boy.</p>
<p>"Then you must follow some people whom I will
point out to you, and find out where they live. Don't
let them see that they are followed."</p>
<p>"All right, sir."</p>
<p>When Rough and Ready got out of the boat with
his two companions, they were followed at a little distance
by this boy; but of this they were quite unaware.</p>
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