Andy Grant's Pluck

  CHAPTER XIV.

  THE FIRST DAY IN NEW YORK.

  By dint of a little inquiry Andy found his way to Mrs. Norris' boardinghouse in Clinton Place. It was a plain three-story-and-basement houseof brick and looked thoroughly respectable.

  Andy took a general view of it, and thought he should take it. To hiscountry eyes it looked quite aristocratic. It was higher than any housein Arden, even Squire Carter's.

  He ascended the steps and rang the bell.

  It was answered by a Swedish girl named Eva, a blond girl of the trueScandinavian type.

  "Is Mrs. Norris at home?" he asked.

  "She is upstairs," was the reply.

  "I should like to see her."

  "Who shall I tell her calls?"

  "She won't know my name. Tell her it is some one with a letter from Mr.Walter Gale."

  "Won't you step in?"

  She ushered Andy into a small reception room opening from the hall. Itwas a very small room, provided with a sofa, one chair and a writingdesk. Just over the sofa hung an engraving of Washington crossing theDelaware.

  Andy sat down on the sofa and placed his gripsack in front of him. Therewas nothing to occupy his mind, so he sat patiently, wondering what sortof a looking woman the landlady might be.

  Soon there was a rustle of garments, and a stout, pleasant-looking lady,of perhaps fifty, wearing a small cap set off with red ribbons, enteredthe room.

  "Mrs. Norris?" said Andy, inquiringly, rising out of respect.

  "Yes, I am Mrs. Norris. Eva told me you had a letter from Mr.--I didn'tcatch the name."

  "Mr. Walter Gale."

  "Oh, yes, Mr. Gale. I know him very well."

  "Did he ever board here?"

  "No; he boarded at one of the hotels. Mr. Gale is a rich man."

  She took the letter and read it.

  "Mr. Gale asks if I can take you to board, and offers to pay your board.He must be a great friend of yours?"

  "He is. I hope the arrangement will be satisfactory."

  "Quite so. I couldn't wish any better paymaster than Mr. Gale. Are yougoing to work in the city?"

  "Yes. I have a place in Mr. Flint's jewelry store on Union Square."

  "Really? That is quite a high-toned place. I got my best spoons there."

  "Have you got a room for me?" asked Andy, a little anxiously.

  "Yes, I've got a small hall bedroom. I suppose you didn't expect asquare room?"

  "It would be too expensive."

  "It wouldn't be if you had a roommate. There's a gentleman on the thirdfloor front, a Mr. Warren. He is sickly, and writes for some of thepapers. He told me he would like a roommate; but perhaps you wouldprefer a small room alone?"

  "I should."

  "Then I've a small room on the same floor. It was occupied till lastweek by a music teacher, but he was three weeks behind in his rent and Ihad to let him go. It's a trying business, keeping a boarding house,Mr.--"

  "Grant," suggested Andy.

  "Yes. That's a good name. I suppose you're in nowise related to thegeneral?"

  "No; I wish I was."

  "If you will follow me upstairs I'll show you the room. You can bringyour valise."

  Andy took it in his hand and followed the landlady up two flights ofstairs. She panted a little, being a stout lady, but Andy would have runupstairs if he had been alone.

  On the upper floor there were three rooms, the doors of all being open.

  "That is Mr. Warren's room," said Mrs. Norris, pointing to the frontapartment.

  It was a room of about fourteen feet square, and was neatly furnished.It contained a double bed and the usual chamber furniture.

  "It will accommodate two gentlemen nicely," said Mrs. Norris. "Perhaps,after you get acquainted with Mr. Warren, you may strike up a bargain toroom with him."

  "I don't think I should like to room with a sickly gentleman."

  "Well, there is something in that. One night Mr. Warren had a fit--Idon't know what kind of one--and rolled onto the floor. I room justunderneath, and I was very much frightened."

  "It would have frightened me, too, if I had roomed with him."

  "Well, fits ain't very pleasant, I allow."

  "Who rooms in the third room, next to mine?"

  "A young man of eighteen, named Perkins. I don't rightly know what sortof a place he is in. I think it's a neckwear store on Spring Street."

  Andy was rather glad to learn that there was one boarder somewhere nearhis own age.

  He did not think he should enjoy the acquaintance of Mr. Warren. He wasprejudiced against him by the knowledge that he was sickly and had fits.

  "There are other boarders on my second floor. You will make theiracquaintance at the table."

  "What are your hours for meals, Mrs. Norris?"

  "We have lunch from twelve to one. Breakfast is from seven to nine, andwe have dinner from six to seven, though in the case of a boarder whois kept later by business we stretch a point, and try to accommodatehim. I hope that will suit you."

  "Oh, I am sure it will."

  "Shall you be at lunch to-day?"

  "No, I don't think so. I am going to explore the city a little."

  "Very few of my boarders are present at lunch. Still there is a bite forthem, if they do come."

  "I would like to wash, if you will send up some water and a towel."

  "Eva will bring them right up. Have you soap of your own?"

  "Yes."

  "Gentlemen often prefer providing their own. If you will give me yourname in full, I will enter it on my books."

  "My name is Andrew Grant."

  "Very well."

  "What is your rate of board? Mr. Gale will pay it, but I should like toknow what it is."

  "Five dollars a week for your room. Mr. Warren pays seven, but he has alarge room to himself. If you should decide to room with him, I shallcharge you five dollars apiece."

  "Thank you; I don't think we shall come to any agreement."

  She went downstairs, and Andy surveyed his room with interest.

  It was certainly small--quite the narrowest room he had ever seen. Therewas one window from which he had a view of the back yard, rather aforlorn-looking space. There was a cat perched on the high, board fenceseparating the yard from that of the adjoining house.

  Andy liked cats, and called out "Pussy." The cat looked up, and mewedher recognition and acknowledgment of the friendly overture. Then Evacame up with a pitcher of water and a towel.

  "Will one do you?" she asked. "The rest are in the wash, and I'll bringyou another this evening."

  "One will be sufficient for the present."

  "So you're comin' here to live?" she said, sociably.

  "Yes, Eva."

  "I hope you don't have fits, like Mr. Warren."

  "I don't think I ever had one yet," answered Andy, with a smile.

  "I'm glad of that. I'm afraid of gentlemen that have fits."

  Eva went downstairs, and Andy proceeded to make his ablutions. It was adusty day, and the water was refreshing.

  After he had washed his face and hands he opened his gripsack and tookout his brush and comb, which he placed on a tiny bureau in one cornerof the room. It contained two drawers, and in one of them he put awaythe contents of the valise.

  By this time it was half-past ten, and he put on his hat and wentdownstairs. He went out into the street, and after a moment ofindecision walked to Broadway. He thought he could not do better than towalk down this wonderful thoroughfare, of which he had heard so much.

  It did occur to him that he might report at the jewelry store, but hewould see enough of that hereafter and he preferred to take a littlewalk about the city.

  Andy used his eyes to good advantage. He looked in at the shop windows,and watched the human tide that swept by him.

  Finally he found himself accosted by one of the passersby.

  "My young friend, could you oblige me with a quarter to take me toNewark? My pocket has been picked, and--"

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nbsp; All this seemed familiar. Andy looked up and recognized at once thestranger whom he had relieved in front of the Grand Central Depot.

  "When did you get back from Yonkers?" he asked, abruptly.

  "I never was in Yonkers."

  "I gave you a quarter only an hour or two ago to get to your sick sisterin Yonkers."

  Muttering that there was some mistake, the man hurried away, lookingconfused.

  "I wonder if I shall ever meet him again?" thought Andy.