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"There, that's safe!" thought Luke, with a feeling of relief. He had reserved about three dollars, as he might have occasion to spend a little money in the course of the evening. If he were robbed of this small amount it would not much matter. A newsboy came in with an evening paper. Luke bought a copy and sat down on a bench in the office, near a window.
On a broad lamp pedestal in the centre of the roadway, a burly policeman was standing, leaning his back against the post in so natural an attitude that it was hard to realize that he was not alive, while at his feet there lay a ragged newsboy with his bundle of papers on the ground beside him.
He was pale, and there was a strained look about his eyes. He seemed, too, to be listening. From outside in the street came faintly to their ears the cry of a newsboy. "Get me an evening paper," she whispered in his ear. He got up and left the box. Lucille was watching the people below and had not appreciated the significance of what had been passing between the two.
Essex Street was all right that night. "Do you know, professor," said that learned man's wife, when, after supper, he had settled down in his easy-chair to admire the Noah's ark and the duckses' babies and the rest, all of which had arrived safely by express ahead of him and were waiting to be detailed to their appropriate stockings while the children slept "do you know, I heard such a story of a little newsboy to-day.
I read everything, but principally history and adventure, and all the old travels and voyages. I read mornings, afternoons, and nights. I read in bed, I read at table, I read as I walked to and from school, and I read at recess while the other boys were playing. I began to get the "jerks." To everybody I replied: "Go away. You make me nervous." And so, at ten, I was out on the streets, a newsboy.
The young inventor jumped into his electric runabout which stood outside the institution, and was about to start off when he saw a newsboy selling papers which had just come in from New York, on the morning train. "Here, Jack, give me a TIMES," called Tom to the lad, and he tossed the newsboy a nickel.
"Yes, if I can earn a living." Victor scanned Frank's clothes with a critical, and evidently rather contemptuous, glance. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Are you in a store?" "No; I am selling papers." "A newsboy!" said Victor, with a curve of the lip. "Yes," answered Frank, his pleasure quite chilled by Victor's manner. "Are you doing well?" asked Victor, more from curiosity than interest.
Immediately after leaving college, I started in as newspaper reporter. I've been a newsboy on railroad trains. I sold candies and peanuts in a fair ground. I have been night clerk in a hotel. I've been steward on a steamboat. I've been a shipping clerk in a publishing house, and I have been fired from every job I have ever had.
Curiously enough, I had had an experience with one of these men when I was a newsboy, and in my reply to this vote of thanks I told the story: "One winter's night when I was selling papers on these streets I think I was about twelve years of age I knocked at a man's door and asked if he wanted a paper. The streets were covered with snow and slush, and I was shoeless and very cold.
Boy, boy," he shouted to a newsboy who passed, "what's the latest sporting edition you have?" Eagerly he almost tore a paper open and scanned the sporting pages. "Racing at Lexington begins to-morrow," he read. "Yes, I'll bet that's it. We don't have to know the safe deposit vault, after all. It would be too late, anyhow. Quick, let us look up the train to Lexington."
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