<h2><SPAN name="chap07"></SPAN>CHAPTER VII.<br/> THE POCKET-BOOK</h2>
<p>They had reached the junction of Broadway and of Fifth Avenue. Before them was
a beautiful park of ten acres. On the left-hand side was a large marble
building, presenting a fine appearance with its extensive white front. This was
the building at which Dick pointed.</p>
<p>“Is that the Fifth Avenue Hotel?” asked Frank. “I’ve
heard of it often. My Uncle William always stops there when he comes to New
York.”</p>
<p>“I once slept on the outside of it,” said Dick. “They was
very reasonable in their charges, and told me I might come again.”</p>
<p>“Perhaps sometime you’ll be able to sleep inside,” said
Frank.</p>
<p>“I guess that’ll be when Queen Victoria goes to the Five Points to
live.”</p>
<p>“It looks like a palace,” said Frank. “The queen
needn’t be ashamed to live in such a beautiful building as that.”</p>
<p>Though Frank did not know it, one of the queen’s palaces is far from
being as fine a looking building as the Fifth Avenue Hotel. St. James’
Palace is a very ugly-looking brick structure, and appears much more like a
factory than like the home of royalty. There are few hotels in the world as
fine-looking as this democratic institution.</p>
<p>At that moment a gentleman passed them on the sidewalk, who looked back at
Dick, as if his face seemed familiar.</p>
<p>“I know that man,” said Dick, after he had passed.
“He’s one of my customers.”</p>
<p>“What is his name?”</p>
<p>“I don’t know.”</p>
<p>“He looked back as if he thought he knew you.”</p>
<p>“He would have knowed me at once if it hadn’t been for my new
clothes,” said Dick. “I don’t look much like Ragged Dick
now.”</p>
<p>“I suppose your face looked familiar.”</p>
<p>“All but the dirt,” said Dick, laughing. “I don’t
always have the chance of washing my face and hands in the Astor House.”</p>
<p>“You told me,” said Frank, “that there was a place where you
could get lodging for five cents. Where’s that?”</p>
<p>“It’s the News-boys’ Lodgin’ House, on Fulton
Street,” said Dick, “up over the ‘Sun’ office.
It’s a good place. I don’t know what us boys would do without it.
They give you supper for six cents, and a bed for five cents more.”</p>
<p>“I suppose some boys don’t even have the five cents to
pay,—do they?”</p>
<p>“They’ll trust the boys,” said Dick. “But I don’t
like to get trusted. I’d be ashamed to get trusted for five cents, or ten
either. One night I was comin’ down Chatham Street, with fifty cents in
my pocket. I was goin’ to get a good oyster-stew, and then go to the
lodgin’ house; but somehow it slipped through a hole in my
trowses-pocket, and I hadn’t a cent left. If it had been summer I
shouldn’t have cared, but it’s rather tough stayin’ out
winter nights.”</p>
<p>Frank, who had always possessed a good home of his own, found it hard to
realize that the boy who was walking at his side had actually walked the
streets in the cold without a home, or money to procure the common comfort of a
bed.</p>
<p>“What did you do?” he asked, his voice full of sympathy.</p>
<p>“I went to the ‘Times’ office. I knowed one of the pressmen,
and he let me set down in a corner, where I was warm, and I soon got fast
asleep.”</p>
<p>“Why don’t you get a room somewhere, and so always have a home to
go to?”</p>
<p>“I dunno,” said Dick. “I never thought of it. P’rhaps I
may hire a furnished house on Madison Square.”</p>
<p>“That’s where Flora McFlimsey lived.”</p>
<p>“I don’t know her,” said Dick, who had never read the popular
poem of which she is the heroine.</p>
<p>While this conversation was going on, they had turned into Twenty-fifth Street,
and had by this time reached Third Avenue.</p>
<p>Just before entering it, their attention was drawn to the rather singular
conduct of an individual in front of them. Stopping suddenly, he appeared to
pick up something from the sidewalk, and then looked about him in rather a
confused way.</p>
<p>“I know his game,” whispered Dick. “Come along and
you’ll see what it is.”</p>
<p>He hurried Frank forward until they overtook the man, who had come to a
stand-still.</p>
<p>“Have you found anything?” asked Dick.</p>
<p>“Yes,” said the man, “I’ve found this.”</p>
<p>He exhibited a wallet which seemed stuffed with bills, to judge from its
plethoric appearance.</p>
<p>“Whew!” exclaimed Dick; “you’re in luck.”</p>
<p>“I suppose somebody has lost it,” said the man, “and will
offer a handsome reward.”</p>
<p>“Which you’ll get.”</p>
<p>“Unfortunately I am obliged to take the next train to Boston.
That’s where I live. I haven’t time to hunt up the owner.”</p>
<p>“Then I suppose you’ll take the pocket-book with you,” said
Dick, with assumed simplicity.</p>
<p>“I should like to leave it with some honest fellow who would see it
returned to the owner,” said the man, glancing at the boys.</p>
<p>“I’m honest,” said Dick.</p>
<p>“I’ve no doubt of it,” said the other. “Well, young
man, I’ll make you an offer. You take the pocket-book—”</p>
<p>“All right. Hand it over, then.”</p>
<p>“Wait a minute. There must be a large sum inside. I shouldn’t
wonder if there might be a thousand dollars. The owner will probably give you a
hundred dollars reward.”</p>
<p>“Why don’t you stay and get it?” asked Frank.</p>
<p>“I would, only there is sickness in my family, and I must get home as
soon as possible. Just give me twenty dollars, and I’ll hand you the
pocket-book, and let you make whatever you can out of it. Come, that’s a
good offer. What do you say?”</p>
<p>Dick was well dressed, so that the other did not regard it as at all improbable
that he might possess that sum. He was prepared, however, to let him have it
for less, if necessary.</p>
<p>“Twenty dollars is a good deal of money,” said Dick, appearing to
hesitate.</p>
<p>“You’ll get it back, and a good deal more,” said the
stranger, persuasively.</p>
<p>“I don’t know but I shall. What would you do, Frank?”</p>
<p>“I don’t know but I would,” said Frank, “if
you’ve got the money.” He was not a little surprised to think that
Dick had so much by him.</p>
<p>“I don’t know but I will,” said Dick, after some
irresolution. “I guess I won’t lose much.”</p>
<p>“You can’t lose anything,” said the stranger briskly.
“Only be quick, for I must be on my way to the cars. I am afraid I shall
miss them now.”</p>
<p>Dick pulled out a bill from his pocket, and handed it to the stranger,
receiving the pocket-book in return. At that moment a policeman turned the
corner, and the stranger, hurriedly thrusting the bill into his pocket, without
looking at it, made off with rapid steps.</p>
<p>“What is there in the pocket-book, Dick?” asked Frank in some
excitement. “I hope there’s enough to pay you for the money you
gave him.”</p>
<p>Dick laughed.</p>
<p>“I’ll risk that,” said he.</p>
<p>“But you gave him twenty dollars. That’s a good deal of
money.”</p>
<p>“If I had given him as much as that, I should deserve to be cheated out
of it.”</p>
<p>“But you did,—didn’t you?”</p>
<p>“He thought so.”</p>
<p>“What was it, then?”</p>
<p>“It was nothing but a dry-goods circular got up to imitate a
bank-bill.”</p>
<p>Frank looked sober.</p>
<p>“You ought not to have cheated him, Dick,” he said, reproachfully.</p>
<p>“Didn’t he want to cheat me?”</p>
<p>“I don’t know.”</p>
<p>“What do you s’pose there is in that pocket-book?” asked
Dick, holding it up.</p>
<p>Frank surveyed its ample proportions, and answered sincerely enough,
“Money, and a good deal of it.”</p>
<p>“There aint stamps enough in it to buy a oyster-stew,” said Dick.
“If you don’t believe it, just look while I open it.”</p>
<p>So saying he opened the pocket-book, and showed Frank that it was stuffed out
with pieces of blank paper, carefully folded up in the shape of bills. Frank,
who was unused to city life, and had never heard anything of the
“drop-game” looked amazed at this unexpected development.</p>
<p>“I knowed how it was all the time,” said Dick. “I guess I got
the best of him there. This wallet’s worth somethin’. I shall use
it to keep my stiffkit’s of Erie stock in, and all my other papers what
aint of no use to anybody but the owner.”</p>
<p>“That’s the kind of papers it’s got in it now,” said
Frank, smiling.</p>
<p>“That’s so!” said Dick.</p>
<p>“By hokey!” he exclaimed suddenly, “if there aint the old
chap comin’ back ag’in. He looks as if he’d heard bad news
from his sick family.”</p>
<p>By this time the pocket-book dropper had come up.</p>
<p>Approaching the boys, he said in an undertone to Dick, “Give me back that
pocket-book, you young rascal!”</p>
<p>“Beg your pardon, mister,” said Dick, “but was you
addressin’ me?”</p>
<p>“Yes, I was.”</p>
<p>“’Cause you called me by the wrong name. I’ve knowed some
rascals, but I aint the honor to belong to the family.”</p>
<p>He looked significantly at the other as he spoke, which didn’t improve
the man’s temper. Accustomed to swindle others, he did not fancy being
practised upon in return.</p>
<p>“Give me back that pocket-book,” he repeated in a threatening
voice.</p>
<p>“Couldn’t do it,” said Dick, coolly. “I’m
go’n’ to restore it to the owner. The contents is so valooable that
most likely the loss has made him sick, and he’ll be likely to come down
liberal to the honest finder.”</p>
<p>“You gave me a bogus bill,” said the man.</p>
<p>“It’s what I use myself,” said Dick.</p>
<p>“You’ve swindled me.”</p>
<p>“I thought it was the other way.”</p>
<p>“None of your nonsense,” said the man angrily. “If you
don’t give up that pocket-book, I’ll call a policeman.”</p>
<p>“I wish you would,” said Dick. “They’ll know most
likely whether it’s Stewart or Astor that’s lost the pocket-book,
and I can get ’em to return it.”</p>
<p>The “dropper,” whose object it was to recover the pocket-book, in
order to try the same game on a more satisfactory customer, was irritated by
Dick’s refusal, and above all by the coolness he displayed. He resolved
to make one more attempt.</p>
<p>“Do you want to pass the night in the Tombs?” he asked.</p>
<p>“Thank you for your very obligin’ proposal,” said Dick;
“but it aint convenient to-day. Any other time, when you’d like to
have me come and stop with you, I’m agreeable; but my two youngest
children is down with the measles, and I expect I’ll have to set up all
night to take care of ’em. Is the Tombs, in gineral, a pleasant place of
residence?”</p>
<p>Dick asked this question with an air of so much earnestness that Frank could
scarcely forbear laughing, though it is hardly necessary to say that the
dropper was by no means so inclined.</p>
<p>“You’ll know sometime,” he said, scowling.</p>
<p>“I’ll make you a fair offer,” said Dick. “If I get
more’n fifty dollars as a reward for my honesty, I’ll divide with
you. But I say, aint it most time to go back to your sick family in
Boston?”</p>
<p>Finding that nothing was to be made out of Dick, the man strode away with a
muttered curse.</p>
<p>“You were too smart for him, Dick,” said Frank.</p>
<p>“Yes,” said Dick, “I aint knocked round the city streets all
my life for nothin’.”</p>
<h2><SPAN name="chap08"></SPAN>CHAPTER VIII.<br/> DICK’S EARLY HISTORY</h2>
<p>“Have you always lived in New York, Dick?” asked Frank, after a
pause.</p>
<p>“Ever since I can remember.”</p>
<p>“I wish you’d tell me a little about yourself. Have you got any
father or mother?”</p>
<p>“I aint got no mother. She died when I wasn’t but three years old.
My father went to sea; but he went off before mother died, and nothin’
was ever heard of him. I expect he got wrecked, or died at sea.”</p>
<p>“And what became of you when your mother died?”</p>
<p>“The folks she boarded with took care of me, but they was poor, and they
couldn’t do much. When I was seven the woman died, and her husband went
out West, and then I had to scratch for myself.”</p>
<p>“At seven years old!” exclaimed Frank, in amazement.</p>
<p>“Yes,” said Dick, “I was a little feller to take care of
myself, but,” he continued with pardonable pride, “I did it.”</p>
<p>“What could you do?”</p>
<p>“Sometimes one thing, and sometimes another,” said Dick. “I
changed my business accordin’ as I had to. Sometimes I was a newsboy, and
diffused intelligence among the masses, as I heard somebody say once in a big
speech he made in the Park. Them was the times when Horace Greeley and James
Gordon Bennett made money.”</p>
<p>“Through your enterprise?” suggested Frank.</p>
<p>“Yes,” said Dick; “but I give it up after a while.”</p>
<p>“What for?”</p>
<p>“Well, they didn’t always put news enough in their papers, and
people wouldn’t buy ’em as fast as I wanted ’em to. So one
mornin’ I was stuck on a lot of Heralds, and I thought I’d make a
sensation. So I called out ‘GREAT NEWS! QUEEN VICTORIA
ASSASSINATED!’ All my Heralds went off like hot cakes, and I went off,
too, but one of the gentlemen what got sold remembered me, and said he’d
have me took up, and that’s what made me change my business.”</p>
<p>“That wasn’t right, Dick,” said Frank.</p>
<p>“I know it,” said Dick; “but lots of boys does it.”</p>
<p>“That don’t make it any better.”</p>
<p>“No,” said Dick, “I was sort of ashamed at the time,
’specially about one poor old gentleman,—a Englishman he was. He
couldn’t help cryin’ to think the queen was dead, and his hands
shook when he handed me the money for the paper.”</p>
<p>“What did you do next?”</p>
<p>“I went into the match business,” said Dick; “but it was
small sales and small profits. Most of the people I called on had just laid in
a stock, and didn’t want to buy. So one cold night, when I hadn’t
money enough to pay for a lodgin’, I burned the last of my matches to
keep me from freezin’. But it cost too much to get warm that way, and I
couldn’t keep it up.”</p>
<p>“You’ve seen hard times, Dick,” said Frank, compassionately.</p>
<p>“Yes,” said Dick, “I’ve knowed what it was to be hungry
and cold, with nothin’ to eat or to warm me; but there’s one thing
I never could do,” he added, proudly.</p>
<p>“What’s that?”</p>
<p>“I never stole,” said Dick. “It’s mean and I
wouldn’t do it.”</p>
<p>“Were you ever tempted to?”</p>
<p>“Lots of times. Once I had been goin’ round all day, and
hadn’t sold any matches, except three cents’ worth early in the
mornin’. With that I bought an apple, thinkin’ I should get some
more bimeby. When evenin’ come I was awful hungry. I went into a
baker’s just to look at the bread. It made me feel kind o’ good
just to look at the bread and cakes, and I thought maybe they would give me
some. I asked ’em wouldn’t they give me a loaf, and take their pay
in matches. But they said they’d got enough matches to last three months;
so there wasn’t any chance for a trade. While I was standin’ at the
stove warmin’ me, the baker went into a back room, and I felt so hungry I
thought I would take just one loaf, and go off with it. There was such a big
pile I don’t think he’d have known it.”</p>
<p>“But you didn’t do it?”</p>
<p>“No, I didn’t and I was glad of it, for when the man came in
ag’in, he said he wanted some one to carry some cake to a lady in St.
Mark’s Place. His boy was sick, and he hadn’t no one to send; so he
told me he’d give me ten cents if I would go. My business wasn’t
very pressin’ just then, so I went, and when I come back, I took my pay
in bread and cakes. Didn’t they taste good, though?”</p>
<p>“So you didn’t stay long in the match business, Dick?”</p>
<p>“No, I couldn’t sell enough to make it pay. Then there was some
folks that wanted me to sell cheaper to them; so I couldn’t make any
profit. There was one old lady—she was rich, too, for she lived in a big
brick house—beat me down so, that I didn’t make no profit at all;
but she wouldn’t buy without, and I hadn’t sold none that day; so I
let her have them. I don’t see why rich folks should be so hard upon a
poor boy that wants to make a livin’.”</p>
<p>“There’s a good deal of meanness in the world, I’m afraid,
Dick.”</p>
<p>“If everybody was like you and your uncle,” said Dick, “there
would be some chance for poor people. If I was rich I’d try to help
’em along.”</p>
<p>“Perhaps you will be rich sometime, Dick.”</p>
<p>Dick shook his head.</p>
<p>“I’m afraid all my wallets will be like this,” said Dick,
indicating the one he had received from the dropper, “and will be full of
papers what aint of no use to anybody except the owner.”</p>
<p>“That depends very much on yourself, Dick,” said Frank.
“Stewart wasn’t always rich, you know.”</p>
<p>“Wasn’t he?”</p>
<p>“When he first came to New York as a young man he was a teacher, and
teachers are not generally very rich. At last he went into business, starting
in a small way, and worked his way up by degrees. But there was one thing he
determined in the beginning: that he would be strictly honorable in all his
dealings, and never overreach any one for the sake of making money. If there
was a chance for him, Dick, there is a chance for you.”</p>
<p>“He knowed enough to be a teacher, and I’m awful ignorant,”
said Dick.</p>
<p>“But you needn’t stay so.”</p>
<p>“How can I help it?”</p>
<p>“Can’t you learn at school?”</p>
<p>“I can’t go to school ’cause I’ve got my livin’
to earn. It wouldn’t do me much good if I learned to read and write, and
just as I’d got learned I starved to death.”</p>
<p>“But are there no night-schools?”</p>
<p>“Yes.”</p>
<p>“Why don’t you go? I suppose you don’t work in the
evenings.”</p>
<p>“I never cared much about it,” said Dick, “and that’s
the truth. But since I’ve got to talkin’ with you, I think more
about it. I guess I’ll begin to go.”</p>
<p>“I wish you would, Dick. You’ll make a smart man if you only get a
little education.”</p>
<p>“Do you think so?” asked Dick, doubtfully.</p>
<p>“I know so. A boy who has earned his own living since he was seven years
old must have something in him. I feel very much interested in you, Dick.
You’ve had a hard time of it so far in life, but I think better times are
in store. I want you to do well, and I feel sure you can if you only
try.”</p>
<p>“You’re a good fellow,” said Dick, gratefully.
“I’m afraid I’m a pretty rough customer, but I aint as bad as
some. I mean to turn over a new leaf, and try to grow up
’spectable.”</p>
<p>“There’ve been a great many boys begin as low down as you, Dick,
that have grown up respectable and honored. But they had to work pretty hard
for it.”</p>
<p>“I’m willin’ to work hard,” said Dick.</p>
<p>“And you must not only work hard, but work in the right way.”</p>
<p>“What’s the right way?”</p>
<p>“You began in the right way when you determined never to steal, or do
anything mean or dishonorable, however strongly tempted to do so. That will
make people have confidence in you when they come to know you. But, in order to
succeed well, you must manage to get as good an education as you can. Until you
do, you cannot get a position in an office or counting-room, even to run
errands.”</p>
<p>“That’s so,” said Dick, soberly. “I never thought how
awful ignorant I was till now.”</p>
<p>“That can be remedied with perseverance,” said Frank. “A year
will do a great deal for you.”</p>
<p>“I’ll go to work and see what I can do,” said Dick,
energetically.</p>
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