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โThat is doing very well,โ said Mrs. Carter.
โI have had to work very hard for it,โ said Herbert, thoughtfully, โand for a good many days. After all, it isn't quite enough to pay our interest.โ
โThe interest doesn't come due for six weeks yet.โ
โThat is true, mother; but six weeks hence we shall be poorer than we are now. We shall have to use some of this money for current expenses, and I know of no way to replace it.โ
โYou may earn some more.โ
โI don't see any chanceโthat is, here. There is nothing doing in Wrayburn. If there were any factories or workshops, I might stand a chance of getting something to do.โ
Mrs. Carter did not reply. She knew that Herbert was right, and she had nothing to suggest.
โI have thought of something,โ said Herbert; โbut you may not like it at first.โ
โWhat is it?โ asked his mother, with interest.
โWould you have any objection to my going to New York and trying my fortune there?โ
Mrs. Carter uttered a little cry of dismay.
โYou go to New Yorkโa boy of your age!โ she exclaimed.
โI am old enough to take care of myself,โ said Herbert, sturdily.
โA great city is a dangerous place.โ
โIt won't be dangerous for me. I shall be too busyโthat is, if I get workโto fall into temptation, if that is what you mean.โ
โI should miss you so much, Herbert, even if I knew you were doing well,โ said his mother, pathetically.
โI know you would, mother; and I should miss you, too; but I can't live here always. If I do well in the city you can come and join me there.โ
This was the first time Herbert broached the subject of going to New York. He resumed the attack the next day, and the next, and finally won his mother's consent to go for a week, and see whether he could find anything to do.
His mother's consent obtained, Herbert took but a day to make his preparations. The next day, after an early breakfast, he started for the great city, excited with the idea of going, but hardly able to repress the tears as he saw the lonely look upon his mother's face.
He was her only son, and she was a widow.
โI must send her good news as soon as possible,โ he thought. โThat will cheer her up.โ
About noon Herbert reached the city. He had formed no particular plan, except to find Cornelius Dixon, who would doubtless be able to advise him about getting a place, perhaps would have influence enough to procure him one. He did not know where to look for Cornelius, but concluded that his name would be in the city directory. He entered a small liquor store, which he happened to pass, and walked up to the counter.
โGood-morning,โ said he politely, addressing a young man behind the bar.
This young man had coarse red hair, and a mottled complexion, and looked as if he patronized freely the liquors he sold. He turned his glance upon Herbert, who stood before him with his fresh, inquiring face, holding under his arm a small bundle of clothing tied up in a paper.
โHello, yourself!โ he answered. โWant some bitters?โ
โThank you,โ said Herbert, innocently, โI don't require any medicine.โ
โMedicine?โ repeated the other, with a frown. โDo you mean to compare my drinks to medicine?โ
โYou said bitters,โ returned Herbert.
โYou're from the country, ain't you?โ asked the bartender.
โYes, sir.โ
โSo I thought. You haven't cut your eyeteeth yet. When a gentleman takes a drink he takes his bitters. Now, what'll you have?โ
โNothing, thank you.โ
โOh, you needn't thank me. I didn't offer to give you a drink. What do you want, anyhow?โ
โHave you got a directory?โ
โNo; we don't keep one. We don't care where our customers live. All we want is their money.โ
Herbert did not fancy the bartender's tone or manner; but felt that it would be foolish to get angry. So he explained: โI have a cousin living in the city; I thought I could find out where he lived in the directory.โ
โWhat's your cousin's name?โ
โCornelius Dixon.โ
โNever heard of him. He don't buy his bitters at this shop.โ
It was clear that no satisfaction was to be found here, and Herbert looked further. Finally, at a druggist's he found a directory, and hopefully looked for the name. But another disappointment awaited him. There were several Dixons, but Cornelius was not among them.
โI must give him up, and see what I can do by myself,โ thought Herbert. โI wish I could come across him.โ
It seemed strange to him that one who was so prominent as Cornelius claimed to be, and who had been living for years in the city, should have been overlooked by the compilers of the directory. He was not discouraged, however; he expected to encounter difficulties, and this was the first one.
He kept on his way, attracting some attention as he walked. The city Arab knows a stranger by instinct.
โCarry your bundle, mister?โ asked a ragged urchin.
โNo; thank you. I can carry it myself.โ
โI won't charge you much. Take you to any hotel in the city.โ
โI don't think I shall go to any hotel. I can't afford it. Can you show me a cheap boarding house?โ
โYes,โ said the boy. โWhat'll you give?โ
โTen cents.โ
โThat ain't enough. It wouldn't keep me in cigars an hour.โ
โDo you smoke?โ asked Herbert, surprised.
โIn course I do. I've smoked for four or five years.โ
โHow old are you?โ
โThe old woman says I'm ten. She ought to know.โ
โIt isn't good for boys to smoke,โ said Herbert, gravely.
โOh, bosh! Dry up! All us boys smoke.โ
Herbert felt that his advice was not called for, and he came to business.
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