The Errand Boy; Or, How Phil Brent Won Success Read online

  CHAPTER IV.

  MR. LIONEL LAKE.

  Six months before it might have cost Philip a pang to leave home. Thenhis father was living, and from him the boy had never received aught butkindness. Even his step-mother, though she secretly disliked him, didnot venture to show it, and secure in the affections of his supposedfather, he did not trouble himself as to whether Mrs. Brent liked himor not. As for Jonas, he was cautioned by his mother not to get himselfinto trouble by treating Phil badly, and the boy, who knew on which sidehis interests lay, faithfully obeyed. It was only after the death of Mr.Brent that both Jonas and his mother changed their course, and thoughtit safe to snub Philip.

  Planktown was seventy-five miles distant from New York, and the fare wastwo dollars and a quarter.

  This was rather a large sum to pay, considering Phil's scanty fund, buthe wished to get to the great city as soon as possible, and he decidedthat it would be actually cheaper to ride than to walk, considering thathe would have to buy his meals on the way.

  He took his seat in the cars, placing a valise full of underclothes onthe seat next him. The train was not very full, and the seat beside himdid not appear to be required.

  Mile after mile they sped on the way, and Phil looked from the windowwith interest at the towns through which they passed. There are very fewboys of his age--sixteen--who do not like to travel in the cars. Limitedas were his means, and uncertain as were his prospects, Phil felt notonly cheerful, but actually buoyant, as every minute took him fartheraway from Planktown, and so nearer the city where he hoped to make aliving at the outset, and perhaps his fortune in the end.

  Presently--perhaps half way on--a young man, rather stylishly dressed,came into the car. It was not at a station, and therefore it seemedclear that he came from another car.

  He halted when he reached the seat which Phil occupied.

  Our hero, observing that his glance rested on his valise, politelyremoved it, saying:

  "Would you like to sit down here, sir?"

  "Yes, thank you," answered the young man, and sank into the seat besidePhil.

  "Sorry to inconvenience you," he said, with a glance at the bag.

  "Oh, not at all," returned Phil. "I only put the valise on the seat tillit was wanted by some passenger."

  "You are more considerate than some passengers," observed the young man."In the next car is a woman, an elderly party, who is taking up threeextra seats to accommodate her bags and boxes."

  "That seems rather selfish," remarked Phil.

  "Selfish! I should say so. I paused a minute at her seat as I passedalong, and she was terribly afraid I wanted to sit down. She didn'toffer to move anything, though, as you have. I stopped long enough tomake her feel uncomfortable, and then passed on. I don't think I havefared any the worse for doing so. I would rather sit beside you thanher."

  "Am I to consider that a compliment?" asked Phil, smiling.

  "Well, yes, if you choose. Not that it is saying much to call you moreagreeable company than the old party alluded to. Are you going to NewYork?"

  "Yes, sir."

  "Live there?"

  "I expect to live there."

  "Brought up in the country, perhaps?"

  "Yes, in Planktown."

  "Oh, Planktown! I've heard it's a nice place, but never visited it. Gotany folks?"

  Phil hesitated. In the light of the revelation that had been made to himby Mrs. Brent, he did not know how to answer. However, there was no callto answer definitely.

  "Not many," he said.

  "Goin' to school in New York?"

  "No."

  "To college, perhaps. I've got a cousin in Columbia College."

  "I wish I knew enough to go to college," said Phil; "but I only know alittle Latin, and no Greek at all."

  "Well, I never cared much about Latin or Greek, myself. I presume youare thinking about a business position?"

  "Yes, I shall try to get a place."

  "You may find a little time necessary to find one. However, you are, nodoubt, able to pay your board for awhile."

  "For a short time," said Phil.

  "Well, I may be able to help you to a place. I know a good manyprominent business men."

  "I should be grateful to you for any help of that kind," said Phil,deciding that he was in luck to meet with such a friend.

  "Don't mention it. I have had to struggle myself--in earlierdays--though at present I am well fixed. What is your name?"

  "Philip Brent."

  "Good! My name is Lionel Lake. Sorry I haven't got any cards. Perhaps Imay have one in my pocket-book. Let me see!"

  Mr. Lake opened his porte-monnaie and uttered a exclamation of surprise.

  "By Jove!" he said, "I am in a fix."

  Phil looked at him inquiringly.

  "I took out a roll of bills at the house of my aunt, where I stayed lastnight," explained Mr. Lake, "and must have neglected to replace them."

  "I hope you have not lost them," said Phil politely.

  "Oh, no; my aunt will find them and take care of them for me, so that Ishall get them back. The trouble is that I am left temporarily withoutfunds."

  "But you can get money in the city," suggested Phil.

  "No doubt; only it is necessary for me to stay over a train ten milesshort of the city."

  Mr. Lionel Lake seemed very much perplexed.

  "If I knew some one in the cars," he said reflectively.

  It did occur to Phil to offer to loan him something, but the scantinessof his own resources warned him that it would not be prudent, so heremained silent.

  Finally Mr. Lake appeared to have an idea.

  "Have you got five dollars, Philip?" he said familiarly.

  "Yes, sir," answered Philip slowly.

  "Then I'll make a proposal. Lend it to me and I will give you this ringas security. It is worth twenty-five dollars easily."

  He drew from his vest-pocket a neat gold ring, with some sort of a stonein the setting.

  "There!" said Mr. Lake, "I'll give you this ring and my address, and youcan bring it to my office to-morrow morning. I'll give you back thefive dollars and one dollar for the accommodation. That's good interest,isn't it?"

  "But I might keep the ring and sell it," suggested Phil.

  "Oh, I am not afraid. You look honest. I will trust you," said the youngman, in a careless, off-hand manner. "Say, is it a bargain?"

  "Yes," answered Phil.

  It occurred to him that he could not earn a dollar more easily. Besides,he would be doing a favor to this very polite young man.

  "All right, then!"

  Five dollars of Phil's scanty hoard was handed to Mr. Lake, who, inreturn, gave Phil the ring, which he put on his finger.

  He also handed Phil a scrap of paper, on which he penciled:

  "LIONEL LAKE, No. 237 Broadway."

  "I'm ever so much obliged," he said. "Good-by. I get out at the nextstation."

  Phil was congratulating himself on his good stroke of business, when theconductor entered the car, followed by a young lady. When they came towhere Phil was seated, the young lady said:

  "That is my ring on that boy's finger?"

  "Aha! we've found the thief, then!" said the conductor. "Boy, give upthe ring you stole from this young lady!"

  As he spoke he placed his hand on Phil's shoulder.

  "Stole!" repeated Phil, gasping. "I don't understand you."

  "Oh, yes, you do!" said the conductor roughly.