by Evelyn Raymond
THE WAY IT
CHAPTER III. THE
CHAPTER IV. THE
CHAPTER VII. THE
END OF IT ALL.
CHAPTER I. THE WAY IT BEGAN.
Nobody except Miss Lucy Armacost would have thought of starting an
orphan asylum with one orphan. Even she might not have done it but for
Molly Johns. As for Molly, she never dreamed of such a thing.
She was just careering down the avenue one windy afternoon in early
December, upon one roller skate, and Miss Lucy was just coming up the
block, walking rather unsteadily upon her two small feet. The dear
little old lady was so tiny and so timid, and the wind so big and
boisterous, that even without the accident she would have had
difficulty in climbing the slope to her big house on the corner.
This was the way of it. Molly was making a reckless speed toward the
bottom of the hill, swinging one arm to keep herself in balance, and
now and then just touching the foot which wore no skate to the
pavement; with the free hand she grasped the thin little fingers of a
ragged boy, who also wore one skate, and forced him along beside her at
her own rapid pace.
She was talking and laughing and singing, apparently all in one
breath, just as she always was, and the thin little boy was doing his
best to imitate her. Between them they made such a jolly racket that
they heard nothing else, not even the trolley cars whizzing by, till
Miss Lucy screamed:
Oh! my dears! my dears!
Down they all went in a heap; and it was the first time in her life
that Miss Lucy remembered to have made such an exhibition of herself.
The idea!of my falling flat in the public street! Oh! this is
Molly and the boy were up almost as quick as they were down, and
each had an arm about the lady, while the girl's tones were full of
shame and sympathy.
Oh! please forgive me! I am so sorry! I didn't see you and he
didn't, and we were having such a good time. Are you hurt? Are you hurt
very much? Shall I call a policeman? Would you like an ambulance? Are
you the lady that lives in the house on the Avenue, the corner house
with sixteen rooms and a garden and side yard, and
Miss Armacost was also upon her feet once more and had regained her
self-possession. After one hasty glance around, she had satisfied
herself that her mishap had not been observed by the neighbors, and
her dignity had promptly returned.
Whoever I may be, you are certainly the girl who asks questions!
she returned, rather crisply.
Yes'm, I reckon I am. I'm Molly Johns. I live on Side Street. My
house is the one runs right back of your garden. That's the way I knew
you. I often see you out around, pottering.
Oh! you do, do you? You are a very observing young personat the
Molly opened her big gray eyes to their widest.
The little old lady was as odd as she looked, after all. Then she
reflected that when people spoke in that tone of voice they were
usually suffering in some manner. It was the very sound Father Johns'
speech had, whenever he came home from an especially hard day's toil
and his rheumatism bothered him. She again slipped her strong arm about
Miss Lucy's waist and remarked, anxiously:
I do believe I did hurt you badly! Please lean on me and I'll help
you home in a jiffy. Then some of your 'girls' will take care of you.
By girls Molly meant servants, of which there were at least three
in the big corner house.
Very well. The sooner we bring this episode to an end the better
pleased I shall be, answered the other. In reality, she had been more
touched than she herself quite understood by the frank commiseration in
Molly's eyes, and she could not remember when anybody had clasped her
body so affectionately. The sensation it gave her was an odd one; else
a person so eminently correct and punctilious as Miss Armacost would
never have walked the whole length of the finest block on the Avenue,
and in full sight of her aristocratic neighbors' windows, within the
embrace of a girl from Side Street.
But, my child, you should be more careful. You might have broken my
Yes'm, I might; might-be's aren't half so bad as did-do's,
returned Molly airily, and again Miss Lucy flashed a penetrating glance
into the merry, freckled face.
But there was no disrespect manifest upon it, and the lady remarked:
You seem a very cheerful person.
Why, of course. Aren't you?
Sometimes. But how you hobble along on that one skate! Why in the
world don't you use two, or go without entirely?
Well, you see, if I wore both, Towsley couldn't have any. If he
wore both and I none, there'd be nobody to teach him how. That's why.
Whatwhat did you say his name was?
Miss Lucy was very thankful that the dirty little urchin was on the
further side of Molly, who was quite clean, and that her own dainty
garments could not be soiled by contact with his.
He doesn't know, exactly. The folks around call him 'Towsley,'
'cause his hair's never combed, except once in a while when I take him
in hand. It's such a pretty yellow color, too, isn't it? It seems a
pity it couldn't always be tidy, doesn't it?
Molly had a disconcerting habit of appealing to anybody near for
confirmation of any opinion she expressed, and this was annoying to
Miss Lucy. She considered it distinctly ill-bred, and whatever was
ill-bred was disagreeable to her. She was very glad that she had
reached the big marble steps which led up to her own front door, and
she disengaged herself from Molly's supporting arm with a brisk little
motion which emphasized her words:
This thing has gone far enough!
But the girl from Side Street didn't notice this. She rarely did
notice unpleasant small things. She hadn't time; being always so busy
looking after the larger pleasant ones, of which her world seemed full.
Yes, I suppose it has. I'm so glad, more glad than I can say, that
I didn't hurt you. It would have made me so unhappy, and I just hate to
Oh! you do, do you?
Yes'm. Well, if you think you're all right now, Towsley and I'll
just take another try at it and see if we can't keep our eyes right
front next time. Good-by. I hope you'll not feel shook up, afterward,
as mother did the day she fell down-stairs. Didn't appear to hurt her a
mite, then, but she was all trembling and queer-headed for a week
afterward. Come on, Tows! I didn't have but fifteen minutes for play,
to begin with, and a lot of that's been wasted already. Good-by.
Before the servant had opened the door to admit her mistress the two
children and the one pair of skates had whisked away to the foot of the
block; this time, however, keeping well to the asphalt in the centre of
the Avenue, where they would not be apt to collide with anything
smaller than a horse and wagon, which would be better able to resist
their onslaught than Miss Lucy had been.
Why, mistress! Whatever has happened? Your cloak is all dusty and
Miss Armacost interrupted. She had not thought of any damage to her
attire, and her servant's exclamation revived unpleasant ideas. After
all, the neighbors might have seen and commented; might even, at that
moment, be gazing at her from behind their lace curtains. The thought
was painful, and the lady retreated through her vestibule into the
dimness of the hall beyond. There she paused and bade her maid:
Wait where you are, Mary, till those two children come back up the
Avenue. Then ask them to step inside.
Much wondering, Mary remained. Whatever does mistress want with
such truck? Side Street, even Alley, kids they look to be. Pshaw!
That's the girl from the house in the rear. 'Jolly Molly,' the
youngsters call her. She's the smartest one I ever saw. Say, hello!
Molly! Oh, Molly!
It wasn't so easy skating up hill, and the children approached more
slowly than they had descended; yet as soon as the girl came within
reach of Mary's summons she let go her playmate's hand and ran to the
foot of the steps.
What is it? Did she really get hurt?
Hurt? I don't know what you're talking about. I only know that my
mistress wants to see you, for some reason or another, and that it's
mighty cold standing here. Come in. Yes. I suppose she wants you both.
She said 'children.'
Molly whisked off Towsley's skate, then her own, and hastily dragged
him after her up into the house.
That's so. I suppose it is cold standing, though we didn't notice
it skating. We did have such fun. Come, boy; don't be bashful. It's the
same lady, isn't it?
Yes. 'Spose it is. 'Tain't the same house, though.
That's no matter. It's but a house, after all's said and done. A
little bigger and nicer than we're used to, but my father says folks
are the same sort all the world round, and he knows. John Johns knows a
heap. Come on. Just mind your manners, sharp.
Thus beguiled, Towsley shuffled on his worn shoes after his more
confident guide into a distant, sunny back parlor. There Miss Armacost
had laid aside her hat and wrap and sat resting in an easy-chair. In
its depths she looked even smaller and frailer than she had done out of
doors, but also very much more determined and at home.
Just like she'd been sitting in big chairs and giving orders all
her life, as Molly afterward expressed it.
Did you want us, ma'am?
Yes, I did. You may sit down.
Thank you. Sit down, Towsley.
Molly promptly availed herself of the permission given, while her
admiring gaze roved over the apartment, but the shyer boy dared not
seat himself upon any of those handsome satin-covered chairs. He slunk
behind Molly, casting his eyes down and nervously twirling his cap.
For, little vagrant though he was, his street life had already taught
him that it was the correct thing for lads and men to bare the head in
the presence of a lady.
Now he did not know that this one simple action on his part did more
to interest Miss Lucy in him than an hour's argument would have done.
For the first time she observed that his hair was of a lovely color, as
Molly had suggested, and that after a good shampooing it would be even
beautiful in texture. From his hair to his eyes was not far; and the
fleeting glimpses she caught of them, as they timidly uplifted, showed
them a clear hazel. Long silky lashes swept the thin cheek andbut
it's better to go no further at present. There was too much soil of the
street upon the rest of the little face to make it pleasing in Miss
Lucy's sight. Besides, her dainty nose already detected a peculiar
odor, one unfamiliar to her home, and that in her mind she designated
as the poor smell. Which was not surprising, since not even Molly
could have told when Towsley's ragged clothing had been cleansed by
soap and water.
To relieve herself, as well as him, the lady pointed to a carved,
wooden stool in the bay window, and Towsley went to it. The stool could
be washed and thus purified after contact with the child's dusty
garments, as the satin chairs could not be.
Another servant came in and placed a silver tray upon a table. The
tray bore a plate of fruit cake and some saucers of ice-cream; and at
sight of these luxuries Towsley's shyness almost disappeared. He was
such a very hungry little boy. He always had been hungry, for the
scraps which he picked up out of garbage barrels and at the back-doors
of houses were not very satisfying. He began to stare at the food in a
fascinated way that made Miss Lucy also stare, but at him. She had
never seen just such a look on anybody's face, and though it expressed
greediness it did not shock her, as she felt it ought to do. Because it
was so ill-bred!
Just then, while Towsley was watching the ice-cream begin to melt,
the portiere was again lifted and the maid re-entered, leading a fat,
fuzzy dog. She led him by a beautiful blue satin ribbon, and he
blundered along in a haphazard sort of way that was exceedingly
Molly's gaze left the pictures on the walls to regard him.
Why, what a funny creature! He is really almost as broad as he is
long, and how he does wobble! What sort of a dog is he? What's the
matter with him? Whatwhy
Her questions died upon her lips, and they remained parted in
surprise as she watched what followed. For the maid spread a white
towel upon the carpet before the register and placed an exquisite
saucer of finest china upon the towel. Into the saucer she ladled a
generous helping of the cream, and seizing the poodle's head with one
vigorous hand thrust his black nose into the frozen mass.
Sir Christopher drew back his head and sneezed, then immediately
sought to feel the cream again. His actions were so odd that Molly
What is the matter with him?
He is blind, answered Miss Lucy sadly. He is very old. Seventeen
years last summer, and he has lost all his teeth. He suffers greatly
with the rheumatism
So does father! He uses a liniment and it helps him. I might run
and get you some. I'm sure mother would be glad to lend it to you. She
is a real good neighbor, mother is. I never heard of a dog with the
rheumatism, andisn't he funny? The funniest thing I've seen to-day!
Does he always have his table set in that way? Won't he break the
saucer? He's fumbling it all around, and he's as stiff in his joints as
father ever was the very worst day he's had. I'll run and get
But Miss Armacost held up a protesting hand.
Don't trouble, I beg. Sir Christopher is past cure. Besides, I
could not endure the odor of any liniment. He has had the best advice
in the city. My own doctor has treated him, as a great favor, of
course, and out of consideration for my feelings. But the case is
hopeless. It is but a matter of time andand we must part.
Whywhyhe's only a dog, isn't he? exclaimed the too frank girl
from Side Street.
Indeed! If he is, there are some dogs which are higher than some
people. He has been my constant companion for seventeen years
andandMary, help that boy to some of that cream. His eyes will come
out of his head if he stares at it much longer. Give him plenty, and a
big slice of cake.
Yes, mistress; but he does look as if he'd enjoy his victuals
better if his face was washed first.
Poor Towsley! Only that terrible shyness, which again gripped him so
that he turned all cold and shivery, prevented him making a dash for
the door and liberty. The glances of both mistress and servant seemed
to pierce him like knives; and he wishedoh! how he wished!that he
had never walked into that trap of a parlor to be scorned and talked at
as if he were a wooden boy.
But Molly was nothing if not loyal, and she came to the rescue in
No doubt he'd like his face clean same as another; but if a body
doesn't happen to have a bowl and towels handy, what is a body going to
do? If we'd known we were coming to pay this visit I'd a had him in to
our kitchen and scrubbed and combed him well. But we didn't. We just
met, out on the Avenue, and tried a skate together. That's all. But it
makes me think my fifteen minutes is more than up. I must go home right
away. Mother'll be displeased if I'm disobedient and overstay. So if
you please, ma'am, I'll be going.
Again Miss Lucy lifted her white hand to stay proceedings.
Wait, child. How impetuous you are! Mary, just step to this girl's
house and tell her mother where she is; also that I request the favor
of her company for a short time. Assure Mrs.What did you say your
Johns, ma'am. Father's John Johns, mother's Mary. I'm Molly, then
come the three J's, and Sarah JaneNever mind, though. You'd not be
apt to remember or care. Shall I sit by Towsley? I think he'd feel more
comfortable if I did.
Certainly, if you like. Please help yourself, since Mary has gone
on my errand. No, I thank you. I do not care for any.
Miss Armacost caught the astonishment in Towsley's eyes as she thus
indifferently declined ice-cream, and was amused by it. A whimsical
impulse seized her to furnish the waif with all of the dainty which he
could possibly consume, and satisfy his craving for one time, at least.
In all her life she had never seen any person eat the cold stuff as he
did. His mouth opened like a trap, a spoonful went into it, the mouth
closed, reopened, another spoonfulno pause, no effort of swallowing,
no lingering enjoyment of a delicious dish. She remarked:
You like ice-cream, Towsley, I perceive.
Can't you take time to answer properly?
Ye-e-m, but it'smelting, jerked out the boy between dips. Yet
the greediness was dying out of his face and a serene content taking
its place. All unconsciously to their owner the boy's feet began to
swing themselves back and forth, occasionally hitting the base of the
stool upon which he sat.
Miss Armacost did not know that this was a habit of all young
children and a sign of material enjoyment; but she was just beginning
to worry about her stool and the damage he would do it, when her
attention was diverted to Sir Christopher.
He had licked feebly, and half disdainfully, at his own saucer of
cream, then curled himself round upon the towel beside it. But he could
not lie still. Up and down, around and about, he turned and twisted,
and all the time emitting groans that clearly bespoke distress of some
sort, and that his mistress fancied were almost human in tone.
Why, my blessed doggie! What ails him, the dear? Is he sick? Does
he ache all over? Tell Miss Lucy, Chrissy, tell what is wrong with her
Why! cried Molly, aghast. Why! you talk to him just as mother
does to Ivanora or Idelia! Does he understand you? Can he tell?
Yes. He understands. But there's something seriously wrong with
him. He was never so bad as this. Ring for one of the girls, child.
Ring at once.
Molly knew nothing about bells. In her own little home of six rooms
there was no bell at all except one at the front door, and she looked
around in some perplexity, wishing to obey but not knowing how.
Stupid! cried Miss Lucy, springing toward the wall and touching
the button which sent an electric signal to the basement of the house;
then, as Mary returned from her errand to Side Street, demanding
What have you been giving Sir Christopher?
Why, nothing, ma'am, but his regular food.
Did he take his oatmeal this morning as he should?
No, ma'am. He never takes it if he can help. He hates it; and when
I tried to force him to-day, he was that sharp and snappish I was
afraid. There's a deal of hydrophobia about, I'm hearing.
Hydrophobia? Nonsense. What else has he had?
I really couldn't say, ma'am.
Somebody must say. Call the cook.
When Chloe's black face showed in the parting of the door curtains
Miss Lucy hurled her excited inquiries into the placid countenance.
Chloe, what have you been giving Sir Christopher? against my
orders, for nobody except myself and Mary is ever to feed him. What is
it? Don't be so slow. It is important I should know. I may be able to
save his life if he is in danger. What? Eh?
Well, ma'am, drawled the negress, in her leisurely way which
nothing could alter, I dunno as I've guv him anything to speak of.
Nothing wuth mentioning, leastways. Just a little of that nice lobster
salad was left from luncheon; and a cup of custard; being more 'an
would go in the floating island. Then a mere taste of the ice-cream,
out the freezer was meant for the kitchen, an' he seemed to relish it
right well. He licked a right smart of the custard, and as for the
lobster, you know yourself, Miss Lucy, he's always plumb crazy for
shell-fish. Not like most dogs, Chrissy isn't, won't touch such
victuals. He just dotes on anything comes out the salt water, and
Miss Armacost had drawn her slight figure to its utmost height and
stood regarding her servant with eyes that fairly blazed her
Lobster salad and boiled custard! Not to include the ice-cream,
even. A deadly combination; and you may have the satisfaction, if you
enjoy it, of knowing that your thoughtless indulgence of his appetite
will probably cost him his life. You may go. Send Jefferson for the dog
doctor over on Penn Street. And, Mary, you carry him up to my room.
Lift him gently, poor fellow! I'm afraid we'll lose him this time.
There was unaffected grief in the little lady's tone, but Chloe was
heard to mutter, composedly, as she departed kitchenward:
A good riddance, I say. Time he died if his living's going to make
fools of human beings.
Miss Armacost led the way, Mary carried the moaning poodle, and
Molly's curiosity, getting the better of all other considerations,
forced her to bring up the rear.
There followed a dreadful half-hour, in which the girl forgot that
she should be at home, because of the hurry and excitement in Miss
Lucy's upper sitting-room. By the end of that time Sir Christopher had
ceased to suffer the ills of age and indiscretion, and lay quite still
upon the silken cushions of his basket where his mistress had placed
When she found he was really dead the lady went away by herself,
with her grief that was so real to her, yet might have seemed so
foolish to others. Molly stole softly out of the house to tell the
unusual happenings of her play hour to the sympathetic ears in Side
Street. The short winter day came to a close. Darkness filled the back
parlor where the forgotten Towsley had remained to enjoy his treat; and
where, at length, the heat and quietude overcame him, so that he
slipped from the hard stool to the soft carpet and fell asleep.
It was nine o'clock in the evening when Miss Armacost re-entered the
room and touched another electric button. Instantly the place was
flooded with light, and then she discovered the child.
My, my! what a start that gave me! That boy here yet! What in the
world shall I do with him? The threatened snow-storm has come and seems
like the beginning of a blizzard. He didn't belong to that Molly, she
said, but of course he can't stay here. IIOh, dear! Troubles never
come singly. I can't keep him all night. I simply cannot. Yet I
wouldn't turn even a dog
When Miss Armacost's thoughts reached this point she seemed to see
Sir Christopher looking up into her face suggestively. He had been only
a dog, to be sure, and this was only a street vagabond; yet the
suggestion her mind had received really so staggered the mistress of
the corner house on the Avenue that she suddenly sat down and clasped
her hands in nervous trepidation.
Whatwhatif I shouldactually do it! What would the neighbors
Ma'am? asked the waif, drowsily, sitting up and regarding his
surroundings with surprise. IIWhere am I at?
Athome, my child, answered Miss Lucy, with a gasp at her own
CHAPTER II. CONFLICTING IDEAS.
Towsley was now fully awake; and, what was better, he seemed to have
lost his shyness during his nap.
Um'm. Home. That's where folks live that has 'em. This is yours, I
s'pose. Well, I'm much obliged to you, ma'am, and I'll be getting on, I
guess. Must be dark out-doors, else you wouldn't have the lamps lit,
and I must have slept a good while. It was terrible warm and nice, and
I couldn't help it. I hope I haven't done no harm, ma'am, and
This was Miss Lucy's opportunity; her last chance, as she realized.
The waif had not at all comprehended her meaning when she spoke of
home, and so she had not committed herself. Many thoughts surged
through her troubled mind. She remembered that she was the last of an
old, aristocratic family, which had always believed in its womenkind
being domestic and not at all strong-minded. She had been inclined to
think that other women, who instituted homes, or engaged in any sort
of public charity, rather stepped beyond the limits of good breeding,
and had felt herself superior to them.
Then there were the neighbors. It was an old-fashioned, handsome
square on which her house stood, and everybody owned his or her home.
It was the pride of these people that there was never a house to let.
And, indeed, it was a charming locality. Each residence stood upon a
double lot, which gave a pretty, open-air sort of appearance to the
place; and since there were so few families which could live upon the
block, yet remained there so long, each became thoroughly acquainted
with the habits and circumstances of the others.
This was sometimes unfortunate. Miss Lucy felt it so now. She went
through the long drawing-room and peered between her own lace curtains
into the park which filled the centre of the square, and was another of
its aristocratic features. She noticed that the trees were loaded with
the snow which was accumulating rapidly; and, as a car rattled by, its
roof was heaped with a light drift, and the motorman was slapping his
breast with his free arm to keep himself warm.
Those horrid cars! thought the little lady. With all our efforts
to prevent, we couldn't keep them off the Avenue. They are so
distinctly plebeianyet convenient. I suppose it would upset the whole
neighborhood worse than they did if I should do it. They might even
come and remonstrate; and I should die of shame if I did anything to
make myself objectionable to the neighbors. My grandfather's was the
first house built here. It was his taste selected and perfected that
square, and his firmness which kept it so exclusive till the land about
was all sold and its future assured. What would he say if I should do
it! Yet, why shouldn't I? I'm lonesome much of the time, and now that
Sir Christopher is gone there's nobody left. II
Just then a great gust of wind caught up an armful of snow, so to
speak, and tossed it against the shining window where Miss Lucy stood.
That decided her; and it was like the little lady to be extremely
cautious and timid up to a certain point, then to rush energetically
toward the opposite extreme. She turned from the spot with a jerk and
hurried into the inner room.
Not a moment too soon. Towsley had taken his ragged cap in his hand,
fastened his torn jacket by its one button, and was shuffling carefully
along the hall toward the front door. Miss Armacost espied him just in
Wait, child. I've something to say to you. Come back into the light
and warmth. It's cold and dark outside.
Yes'm. So I s'pose, he answered, obeying her rather reluctantly.
Don't you want to stay? Isn't it pretty here?
Oh, yes'm. It's mighty pretty. But, you see, if I don't get down to
the office early, the other kids'll get my place. If I lose it once I
mayn't never get it again.
The office? Your place? What do you mean?
Down to th' Express. There's some steam holes in the
sidewalk, you know, and they're as warm as summer. We newsboys lie
around 'em, waiting for our papers, and sleep there till they're ready.
Each of us has his own spot, and mine's an inside one, close to the
wall of the building. You ain't so likely to get trod on if you're
inside, and the whole crew's after my 'bed.' If I shouldn't get there
to look out for it, and another fellow got it, it'd be all day for
Towsley. So I'll be going, ma'am, and much obliged for the stuff.
Poor Miss Lucy's face had grown very white. She had never heard
anything so pitiful as this, yet the lad explained his circumstances in
a cheery, matter-of-fact way that showed he found nothing depressing in
Do you mean to stand there and tell me that that story is true?
What about it? I ain't meaning anything, only telling why I've got
to hurry. Could you, please, ma'am, say the time of night?
It's a little after nine.
That all? Then I can take it easy. Too late for the night papers,
and the mornings ain't out till four o'clock, about.
To go to such a 'bed,' on such a night, after a supper of ice-cream
and cake! I've always skipped such articles in the newspapers, for
they're so unpleasant, and I've never half believed them. But you mean
it, do you?
That I must go? I don't know what you want me to say. I guess I've
slept my wits away, as Molly says.
Towsley, ring that bell. My! what a name!
But the lady was pleased to see that he had remembered how to summon
Mary, and as soon as that young woman appeared she was directed to get
a supper ready in the breakfast-room.
At once. Put on any cold meat there happens to be, and warm up the
soup was left from dinner. I couldn't touch it, you know, I was feeling
so sad. Get plenty of bread and butter, and milkand, yes, a piece of
mince pie. Mrs. Livingston, across the square, never gives her children
pie. She believes in oatmeal as a staple diet, but their grandmother
indulges them when they visit her. For once, I fancy, it won't hurt,
and in the future I'llOh! what a lot I shall have to learn; and how
delightfully exciting it all is! Mary, don't stare at me like that.
It's impertinent. I know you don't mean it so, and you think I'm a
little flighty. Well, I am. Very flighty, indeed! Butfancy old Madame
Ma'am? asked the puzzled servant, really afraid that grief for Sir
Christopher had upset her mistress' mind.
I said: Get a supper ready in the breakfast-room. Do you
Yes, ma'am. For one or two?
For two. For this young gentleman and myself.
The land's sake! ejaculated the waitress, as she obeyed, though
more astonished than ever. Young gentleman, says she!
Towsley began to understand that he was to have supper. He would not
have troubled about such a small matter, of his own accord, remembering
the cream and cake; but since it was mentioned he did feel a sort of
emptiness inside, and his hazel eyes grew eager again. Miss Lucy's own
eyes were looking at the fire in the grate, and she was not, therefore,
offended a second time by the child's greediness. She was seeing
pictures in the coals, and all of them were of Towsleythough such a
different Towsley from the real one. Presently a doubt arose in her
mind. Supposing that there should be some obstacle to her carrying out
the plans which the pictures in the fire suggested? She turned suddenly
and rather sharply upon the lad:
Have you any people?
Child, never say that. 'Ma'am' is vulgar and belongs to servants.
Gentlefolks use the person's name instead. You should have said, 'Miss
Armacost?' or 'Miss Lucy?'
That's right. You are quick-witted. That's in your favor. I asked
about your people; who they are and where they live.
I don't know as I've got any. There's Mollyshe's about the nicest
one I know. Of course, there's Mother Molloy, up alley, where I stay
sometimes, with the other kids. That's when I have the cash to pay up.
Mother don't take in nobody for nothing, Mother don't. Can't blame her,
neither. It's business. And once when I fell and got scared of the
hospital she was real good to me. She made me tea and done up my head
and treated me real square. When I got well I gave her something.
Course I wanted to buy her a shirt waist, but they hadn't any big
enough, so I bought her a ring with a red stone. The ring was too
small, but she could put it away for a keepsake. She's dreadful fat,
Mother Molloy is. She gets real good stuff to eat, 'cause the kids she
keeps regular are on the best streets; and the 'coons' that live in the
big houses save a lot for them. One of the boys works your kitchen, I
believe. Andthere's Mary.
Miss Armacost rose and led the way to the basement. She was very
much perplexed. Not that she wavered in her decision to take in this
homeless boy and provide for his welfare, but because he did not at all
fit in with her previous ideas of what such a child should be. He was
neither humble nor bold, and now that he had forgotten his shyness was
keen and business-like. He neither complained of his poverty nor was
ashamed of it; and his manner as he walked toward the table and drew
out a chair for Miss Armacost was as gallant as possible.
That's the checker! he said to himself. That's the way I've seen
the gentlemen do in the hotel dining-rooms when I've been peeking
through, or the waiters, I mean. The gentlemen would have done it, if
the waiters hadn't been there, and it goes. Some day, when I own the
papers I sell now, I'll know just how to act. Ma'amI mean, Miss
Armacost? Did you speak?
IYes, I did. I thought that as you had had a nap sincesince you
had made your toilet, it would be as well to make yourself fresh before
meat. There's a bowl and water in that closet; and towels.
Well, I declare! thought the watchful Mary. If that don't beat
all! 'Stead of ordering the little chap to wash himself, or even me to
do it for him, she's treating him same's if he was a Livingston or
Satterlee, himself. Andhe's doing it! My land! he's doing it.
Towsley retired to the pantry and drew some water in the bowl. Such
lavatories were familiar enough to him, among the railway stations and
hotel corridors which he frequented to sell his papers, but he had
never seen one more richly appointed than this. He was rather short for
the stationary bowl, but he succeeded in wetting the tips of his very
dirty fingers and drawing them down over his face. This operation left
streaks of a lighter color upon the dusty cheeks and several dingy
marks upon the damask towel which he applied to dry them. With the
silver-backed brush which lay beside the bowl he made a frantic dab at
his tangled hair, shook himself deeper into his over-large jacket, and
presented himself before his hostess.
Concealing a smile at his peculiar appearance she motioned him to
his place, with the remark:
It is so long past the regular dinner hour that I hardly know which
of these dishes you would like first. But suppose we take the soup.
Shall we begin with that? Eh? No? Don't you care for soup?
I like pie better.
Mary smiled, and both mistress and guest observed it. She was
promptly dismissed with the statement that Miss Armacost would herself
attend upon the table, and the request to go to the third floor and
make a warm bath ready there.
Towsley was grateful for her departure, but suspicious of its
object. Like most others of his class he hated water, save in summer
when he could go swimming. However, he was not a boy who went half-way
to meet trouble. The bath was a future possibility and the pie a
delightfully present one.
Which sort? Mince or apple?
Two possibilities, in fact!
Mince, please. I had that once at a dinner the rich folks gave us.
I tell you it was prime!
Miss Lucy smiled again. The little lad with his honest, outspoken
ways interested her greatly. She remembered that when she was a child
herself she had used to wish her dinners might always begin with the
dessert. But they never had. She resolved that Towsley should escape
this disappointment of her own early days, and drawing the pie toward
her divided it into quarters. It was a large pie and might easily have
been served in eighths without any skimpiness; but she gave him a
quarter. Then she offered him the cheese, which he declined by a
negative wave of his grimy hand; his mouth being at the instant too
much occupied for speech.
Before Miss Armacost had carved a slice of beef, as a second course
for the young gentleman, his pie plate was empty.
Would you like another piece, Towsley?
I'd like it, if you can spare it.
Oh! certainly. I am glad you enjoy it. Chloe does make rather nice
pastry, I think.
Should say she did! Is that the black one, 'at stuck her head in
the door curtain and sniffed?
She is the black one. Yes. I did not observe the sniffing.
The lad did not explain. He was biting the last mouthful from the
second quarter of the pie, which he had held in his hand as he ate it.
This was the custom at the sidewalk table where he generally dined, and
where forks were things unknown.
Miss Armacost gazed at the boy in astonishment. He had now consumed
a half pie, yet seemed as eager as ever. She resolved that he should
have the whole of it, if he so desired, but that she would instil a bit
of instruction along with the mince-meat. She placed the third quarter
upon a fresh plate and ostentatiously laid a fork beside it.
Towsley accepted this third portion and being in less haste
attempted to use the fork, as Miss Lucy's action had suggested. He
succeeded fairly well, considering his inexperience, and his hostess
was delighted by his aptness. As soon as the third piece had
disappeared she gave him the fourth, and all that remained.
There! she thought; by the time that is gone he will have learned
the fork lesson completely!
But the fourth quarter went slowly. Towsley eyed it lingeringly,
even lovingly, yet the passes toward his crumby lips were few and far
between. The lady grew somewhat disturbed, for, from his previous
exhibition of it, she had supposed there could be no limit to the
Is there anything wrong with it, Towsley? Doesn't it taste as
nicely as the rest?
Well, ma'amMiss Armacost, not quite. I think it's
gettinggetting a littlelittle bitter.
The hostess checked another smile and proffered the beef which she
had carved. This was declined. So was everything else she suggested,
and they rose from the table.
Miss Lucy rang the bell that summoned Jefferson, who was not only
coachman but a man-of-all-work in the quiet establishment. When this
gray-headed boy appeared, the newsboy was put into his charge with
Take him to the third floor bath. He is to sleep in the front hall
bedroom. After you have attended him to bed, come to me. I will have
something else for you to do.
Jefferson was good-natured and devoted to Miss Armacost; but he
liked things to go along in an orderly way. Commonly, he would have
been through with all his tasks for the day, and he looked with
something like disgust at this dirty street arab who was thus turning
the household all tipsy-topsy. But he dared not show his feelings to
his mistress, and with a gruff Come along, then, he guided Towsley
toward the top of the house.
An hour later Miss Lucy called Mary.
Did he take his bath nicely? Was he troublesome to Jefferson? I
thought I heard voicesrather loud ones.
Yes, ma'am, I guess you did. They had some words, them two. No,
ma'am, he didn't take his bath. He didn't even touch to do it.
Jefferson says the kid shut the door in his face, and the next he knew
he heard the water running out the tub. 'Twasn't a minute then, before
he hopped right into the middle of that lovely clean bed with a kind of
a yell. 'I'm a gentleman for one night, I am!' says he, 'and when I'm a
man I'll be one all the time!' But the dirty little scamp! Fooling old
Jeff that way.
Well, he'll do better after a little. He's a very bright child. I
can see that distinctly.
After a while, ma'am? Is he to stopthen?
Yes, Mary. He is to live here if he will. Do you know how early the
stores are open in the morning?
Oh! along about eight o'clock, ma'am, I think.
Call me at seven, if you do not hear me stirring before. I suppose
Jefferson could hardly have the horse ready so early?
He'd think it a great hardship, ma'am, and he'd be cross as two
sticks all day after.
Yes, I suppose he would. I wish people were born without tempers.
'Twould be a fine thing, assented the housemaid, recalling some
occasions when Miss Lucy had been a little sharp herself.
Well, you may go now. No; I shall need nothing more. I am going up
into the storeroom to look over some trunks. In the morning I will take
a car down-town and we'll have a late breakfast afterward. Good-night.
Good-night, ma'am. But I'm thinking I wouldn't count too much on
the cars being early to-morrow, ma'am. It's a regular blizzard snowing,
and the tracks are getting blocked.
Humph! that's always the way. After our admitting the railway on
this avenue the company run their cars to suit themselves, not our
convenience. Because I happen to need a car in the morning, they will,
of course, not be running. Well, I must not be unjust. I suppose they
lose more by stopping than I do by having them stop.
Miss Armacost climbed to the storeroom at the back of the top of her
house. In this room were rows of trunks and boxes, and two big
wardrobes hung full of cast-off clothing. The garments had belonged to
dead and gone Armacosts, of various ages, and after some hesitation the
lady knelt before one leather-covered chest that bore the initials L.
A. painted in red upon its cover.
He was a dear little boy! sighed Miss Lucy, as she turned a key
and raised the lid. My only brother's only son. Well, brother was
always a generous fellow, and he had less of family pride than most of
us. I mean of the silly kind of pride. He wouldn't do anything to
disgrace his name, but hewell, he fancied the Armacosts were not the
only people in the world! He used to say: 'It doesn't matter about
birth, so long as a man is a gentleman,' and 'gentleman,' in his
mind, meant everything that was brave and strong and noble. I believe
that, dearly as he loved his boy, he would be pleased to have these
useless garments do somebody some good. I've often thought of giving
away a lot of the things up here, yet could never quite make up my mind
to do it. Now the Lord has sent me the need, and I must supply it.
Thus thinking, Miss Lucy lifted several suits of small clothing, and
finally selected a black velvet blouse and knickers, with a pair of red
silk stockings, some dainty kid shoes, and a broad-brimmed hat
decorated by a long, drooping feather.
Having made her choice, Miss Armacost closed and locked the trunk,
turned off the light, and descended to her own room. There she
carefully brushed and arranged the fantastic costume and made herself
ready for bed.
But she found herself exceedingly restless, and before seeking her
own couch she decided to visit her new charge and see if all was well
with him; though she had lingered over her task till midnight.
That pie might disagree with him; who knows? and as he is so
strange to the house he might lie and suffer without disturbing anybody
by calling for help.
She need not have worried. It would have taken more than one pie to
have injured the digestion of such a boy as Towsley. He lay in beatific
slumber, his sunny hair gleaming in the rays from his visitor's candle,
his long lashes sweeping his dirty cheeks, and his lips parted in a
Miss Lucy's heart bounded with delight. What a beauty he is, or
will be when he's clean! How I shall love him! I will give him our
Lionel's own name and bring him up to take Lionel's own place. Surely,
that was a happy accident which sent him tumbling against me on his one
borrowed skate. Though nothing which the Lord permits is ever an
accident, she corrected herself.
Now the lady had a habit of talking to herself, and Towsley was a
light sleeper. He presently opened his eyes and regarded her curiously.
She seemed to him, at first, some fellow newsboy, strangely
transformed. Then his ideas righted themselves, and he inquired,
Were you calling me, Miss Armacost?
No, you darling. I was just looking at you.
Abashed, Towsley dug his head into the pillow and drew the covers
over his face.
I've brought you a nice suit of clothes to put on in the morning.
They will be rather too good for every-day wear, but on account of the
storm we can't do better for to-morrow. There will be another bath made
ready for you, when you are called, and to please me I hope you'll take
it. Then dress yourself in these things and come quietly down-stairs.
We always have prayers before breakfast, and I expect you to be
present. One thing more. What is your last name?
I don't know, ma'amI mean, Miss Lucy. The kids call me Towhead.
Towsley Towhead is all I know, though Mother Molloy, she thinks it may
be Smith or Jones or something. Why, ma'am? I haven't done any harm,
No, child. No, none at all. I merely wish to have everything
understood from the beginning. I am going to adopt you. You are to be
my little boy hereafter. You are no longer Towsley Towhead. You are
Lionel Armacost. You are to have no further connection with Mother
Molloy or any other objectionable person. Your home is now at Number
One-thousand-and-one, Washington Avenue, West. Good night. I would like
to kiss you, but your face is too dirty. To-morrow, at breakfast, when
you are in proper condition, I will do so. Good-night.
Towsley listened in increasing astonishment andterror. Whether
owing to a diet of mince pie exclusively or to the unusual daintiness
of his surroundings, he had not rested as well as he was accustomed to
do upon the steam hole of the Express office cellar. He had
never seen anybody that looked just like Miss Lucy, with her
high-crowned night cap, her long trailing wrapper, her gleaming
glasses, and her air of stern determination, which the flare of her
candle flame seemed to accentuate. This grim expression, had he known
it, was due mainly to the fact that her fastidious gaze had become
riveted upon his very black finger-nails, as they clutched the white
spread, and her resolution to alter their aspect as soon as daylight
dawned. But he did not know this, of course, and he watched her go
awayglide, he fanciedtill she melted into the dimness of the hall
beyond, and finally slipped, slipped, pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat, in her
cloth shoes, down the stairs and out of hearing.
Then he sat up. The room was very warm and comfortable and it made
him drowsy. Yet he could not now afford this drowsiness. While that
queer little old lady was safely out of the way he must act, and act
As noiselessly as a cat the child stole out of bed, and fumbled
around for his clotheshis own clothes; the familiar rags and tatters
which, at Jefferson's command, he had removed outside the bathroom
door, and from which he had never before been separated since they came
into his possession, the cast-offs of a bigger companion.
Of course he did not find them. Jefferson had taken the best of care
that he should not, and they had already been consumed among the coals
of the great furnace which heated the house.
When he became convinced that he could not recover his own attire,
Towsley accepted that which Miss Lucy had provided. He drew on the
underwear with a gratified sense of its comfort and daintiness, but
with the idea that he was only borrowing.
Adopted me, did she? I know what that means. Peter-the-Cripple he
got adopted, that time he was run over by a lady's carriage. She
adopted him, and he went to a big house and he died. No, siree! there
isn't anybody going to catch me that way! least of all a little wizzly
old lady like her! No, siree! Of course, I'll have to wear these things
till I get down-town and can borrow some more of a kid, and then I'll
send 'em back. Say, if I'm a swell like she said I was, and my name's
Lionel Armacost, if you please, what's the matter with my pressing the
button and getting a little light on a dark subject?
Towsley's bright eyes had observed where the electric button was,
when Jefferson had lighted the hall bedroom earlier in the night, and
he now manipulated it for his own benefit. A soft radiance promptly
filled the pretty room and showed him where each article lay. In a
wonderfully brief time the waif had arrayed himself from head to foot,
and coolly surveyed himself in the long mirror that stood upon its
rollers in one corner.
Pshaw! Ain't I a guy! Butbutit's sort of tasty, too. I wonder
what the fellows'll say! Wait till they see that feather and feel that
velvet! Cracky! then you'll hear them howl! I wonder what time it is? I
wonder if I'm too late to get my papers? If I'm not, what a haul I'll
make in these duds! Maybe enough to buy a suit for myself down at Cheap
John's store. Then I'd have these wrapped in brown paper and sent back
to Miss Armacost with my compliments. The compliments of Mister Towsley
Lionel Towhead Armacost, esquire! Hi! ain't that a notion! But plague
take these shoes! They aren't half as comfortable as my own old holeys!
But it all goes! And she really is a dear little old lady. I'd like to
oblige her if I could, butadopted! No, siree!
A country child of Towsley's age would have been puzzled how to
escape from the well-locked and bolted mansion; but the keen-witted
gamin of the city's streets had little difficulty. True, the great
front door did open rather slowly to his puny grasp, but that was on
account of the storm.
The wind swept and howled around the corner where the big house
stood, and the white marble steps were heaped with snow. A great mass
of the snow was dislodged by the movement of the door and fell in
clouds over Towsley's big hat and fine costume; also the tight shoes
upon his feet seemed to make him stumble and stagger sadly; but he was
not to be deterred by such trifles as these. The cold breath of the
wind was delightful to him, the rush of outer air meant freedom.
All the delightful interests of his vagabond life rose up to beguile
him; all its miseries were forgotten. He must get to the office right
away. This was a blizzard, sure enough! and that meant extras to cry,
sidewalks to shovel, a mad haste to get ahead of his mates and gather
in more nickels than they, maybe stolen rides behind livery sleighs
when the storm was over, and a thousand and one enjoyable things such
as poor Miss Armacost could never even dream of!
Hi! Here's for it! shouted the happy boy, and leaped forward into
the night and the storm, which silently received him.
CHAPTER III. THE BLIZZARD.
Whew! I've never seen such a storm since I lived in Baltimore
city! cried John Johns, looking out of the window, early on the
morning following Molly's visit to Miss Armacost. It snows as if it
never meant to stop. How still it is, too! Not a car running, not a
wagon rattling over the stones, everything as quiet as a country
Not quite, John. There's a milk cart trying to force itself through
the drifts. My! look into the alley between us and Miss Armacost's! The
snow is heaped as high as the fence, in some spots.
Well, I'm glad I'm a plumber! There'll be plenty of work for me and
my kind to-day. We're not used to anything of this sort down here, and
nobody'll think to look out for his water pipes. Just listen to that
wind, will you?
I'd rather not. It makes me think of poor folks without coals, and
babies without their milk, and lots of suffering.
Not so much, wife. Not so much. The coal wagons will be the first
astir, and they'll break the roads nicely with their heavy wheels. The
bakers and butchers and milkmen will follow mighty soon. The boys that
want a bit of money for Christmas will all be out with any sort of
broom, or shovel, or even a stick, they can pick up. It'll give work
for idle men, clearing the streets, and the liverymen will make a lot
of money as soon as it settles a little. Oh! a rousing snow-storm is a
good thing once in a while.
I declare, John, you are the cheerfullest soul. Nothing is ever
wrong with you, and Molly is as like you as two peas! But I must say, I
wish you wouldn't go to work to-day. I'll worry lest you get overcome
or frozen, or something.
That so? Glad to hear it. Makes a man feel happy inside to know his
folks'll worry about him when he's in danger. But isn't it an odd fact
that a soft little thing like a snowflake can stop the traffic of a
whole city! Hello there, Molly! Got my coat and mittens ready? Well,
you don't look as if the storm had kept you awake much. Give the father
a kiss, lass, to sort of sweeten his breakfast. Are the Jays awake?
Hunt them up a spade or a shovel and set them digging their neighbors
out. And, Mary wife, if I were you I'd keep a pot of coffee on the
range all day. There's maybe a poor teamster or huckster passing who'll
be the better for a warm cup of drink, and the coffee'll keep him from
thinking of beer or whiskey.
That might cost a good bit, all day so.
Never mind; never mind. What they drink we'll go without. We're
hale and hearty folks, who'll thrive well enough on cold water, if need
be. Thank the Lord for all His mercies, say I.
Well, breakfast is ready. I'll dish it up while you two have your
own morning talk, said the mother, patting Molly's sturdy shoulder as
she passed tableward. For the girl and her father were the closest of
friends, which isn't always the case between parent and child. But
Molly's day would have seemed imperfect without that few minutes' chat
with the cheery plumber at its beginning; and he managed always to
leave a bit of his wisdom or philosophy in the girl's thoughts.
The three brothers, Jim, Joe, and Jack, known in the household as
the three Jays, came tumbling down the short flight of stairs from
the bedroom above to the little first-floor kitchen, which they
immediately seemed to fill with their noisy presence. They were so
nearly of one size that strangers often mistook one for another, and
they were all as ruddy and round as boys could be. Yet their noise was
happy noise and disturbed nobody; and they good-naturedly made room for
Sarah Jane, their sister next youngest but the twins, as they
commonly mentioned her.
Those twins! My! but weren't they the pride of everybody's heart,
with their fair little faces, like a pair of dolls; and their round
blue eyes which were always watching out for mischief to be done. Their
names had been selected right out of a story book that their mother
had once read, and expressed about the only foolishness of which the
busy woman had ever been guilty.
Ivanora! Idelia! Truck and dicker! Why, Mary wife, such names will
handicap the babies from the start. Who can imagine an Ivanora making
bread? or an Idelia scrubbing a floor? But, however, if it pleases you,
all right, though I do think a sensible Susan or Hannah would be more
useful to girls of our walk in life.
Oh! I don't object to those either. Let's put them on behind the
pretty ones; and maybe they'll not have to scrub floors or make bread,
the sweet darlings, answered the wife, when soon after the babies'
birth the important matter of naming them arose.
At the moment when the father and Molly were watching the storm from
one small window, while the three Jays and Sarah Jane occupied the
other, these youngest members of the big family were seated upon a gray
blanket behind the stove. They had been placed there by their careful
mother, as a safeguard against cold and exposure, and in dangerous
proximity to a pan of bread dough which had been set to rise. It was
due to the excitement of the storm that, for once, their mother forgot
them; and it was not till she called, All hands round! and the family
filed into place about the big table that she remembered them; or,
rather, had her attention called to them by Sarah Jane, the caretaker
of the household.
Oh! mother Johns! the twins! the twins!
Bless me! the twins, indeed! the bread-maker's beginning early,
Mary wife! laughed the plumber.
Oh! oh! oh! you naughty dears! You naughty, naughty dears! To think
that great big girls, almost two years old, should waste mother's nice
dough like that!
The pair had plunged their fat little arms deep in the soft,
yielding mass and plucked handfuls of it, to smear upon each other's
faces and curls; and what remained in the raiser had been plentifully
dotted with bits of coal from the near-by hod. They looked so funny,
and were themselves so hilarious with glee over their own mischief,
that there was nothing left for their elders to do except join in the
But Mrs. Johns' face sobered soon.
It's a pity, it's a pity. All that good bread gone to do nobody any
good, when there are so many hungry people will be needing food before
this storm's over. And we almost out of flour, too.
Seems to me we're almost always out of flouror shoes! laughed
the father. And it's a blessing, that, so long as I've the money to
pay for either. There wouldn't be empty flour buckets if there weren't
healthy appetites in the house; and shoes wouldn't wear out if the feet
inside them weren't active and strong.
Hm'm. I'd like a chance to save a cent, now and then. What if your
own health should fail, or you lose your job? And I've been wanting a
set of cheap, pretty lace curtains to the front-room windows ever since
I could remember. All the neighbors have them, but we never can.
For the first time a shadow passed across the genial face of the
plumber, though it vanished quickly.
The curtains shall come, Mary wife, some time, if my strong arm can
earn them. But we'll not have any silly imitation laces at our windows.
They're shams, and a sham is a lie. Plain simple muslin, with as many
frills and ruffles as you've the patience to keep starched and
ironedthey're honest and suitable to our station. Meanwhile, is there
a prettier sight at anybody's windows than the row of healthy, happy
faces of our children? Look at that great house, across alley, with not
a chick nor child in it. What do you suppose its mistress would give
for such a batch of jolly little tackers as ours? Then, reaching
across the table corner to drop another hot cake upon the empty plate
of the youngest Jay, he quoted, merrily: 'This is my boy, I know by
the building of him; bread and meat and pancakes right in the middle of
Of course, all the children laughed at the familiar jest, and each
took heart to send up his own plate for another helping.
They've had their allowance, John. There's no use to make a rule
and break it, dear.
No, Mary wife. Surely not. That is, in ordinary. But in a blizzard?
Everything gets out of gear in a blizzard, even boys' appetites. As
many cakes as a child is years old is a safe rule to follow; but not on
blizzard mornings, that come but seldom in a lifetime. Hark! Quiet! I
hear a bell ringing somewhere. A dinner bell. It sounds like a
All fell perfectly silent for the space of a half-minute, maybe;
then Molly burst forth with a thought she had been pondering:
What a good thing it was that Miss Armacost had Sir Christopher
buried last night, before this snow came! If she hadn't I don't know
what she would have done. ButI believe that bell is from her house.
It sounds out the back way, the alley side.
There was a general stampede from the table, that was as promptly
Come back to your places, every youngster of you! Of course, it's
an exciting time, but manners to a body's mother must never be
So the flock marched back to the table, and, beginning with Jim, the
eldest, each inquired respectfully:
Mother, will you excuse me?
Certainly, came the prompt response.
Even the babies lisped and gurgled their merry, imitative 'Scuse
me's, though with no thought of any attention being paid them.
Folks without much money can't afford to go without manners,
laughed father John, and, himself asking leave of the little woman
behind the coffeepot, followed his children to the rear window.
For the ringing of the bell was so prolonged and so insistent in its
demands that he no longer doubted it to be a signal of distress. But it
was almost impossible to see even a few feet through the blinding
clouds of snow, and raising the sash the plumber hallooed:
What's wanted? Anybody in trouble?
Help's wanted! Awful trouble! came the answering shout.
Armacost's. Will you lend a hand? All afloat and frozen up!
Lend a pair of them! Which door will I try?
Front. The back one's blocked. Hurry up, please. Have you any
tools? Bring everything!
Quite a contract! ejaculated John, closing the window and brushing
the snow from his head and shoulders. But it's a good thing I always
keep a 'kit' handy here at home. Now, lads, you all get to work, too.
There are some pieces of boards in the cellar. Take them and nail a
sort of snow shovel together. Never mind if it's a bit rough, it'll be
easier than clearing off the whole mass of snow with common spades or
brooms. If you don't know how, ask mother. She's as handy as a master
mechanic, any day. Then pitch in on our own front steps. Make a path
for misery to enter, if need be, and for comfort to go out.
What do you mean, father? asked Molly.
Some poor creature might be floundering along outside, chilled and
discouraged, and a ready-made path to a warm house would be tempting.
Over the same road out, mother's coffee and flapjacks can pass!
Flapjacks? That's the first I heard about them, said Mrs.
Chance of your life to make yourself famous to-day, answered her
husband. You may believe that any poor wretch who tastes your cakes
and coffee, this terrible day, will never forget them. And, lads, after
you've cut a way to our own door go and help that widow across the
street who keeps the boarders. She has a hard time of it, any way, and
it's part of her business to keep things comfortable for those who live
She wouldn't give us a cent, if we shovelled at her sidewalk all
day, grumbled Joseph.
The other side the bed, lad! Quickly! ordered the father, pausing
on his way to the door to see his command obeyed.
Everybody laughed, even the culprit, who had to ascend to his own
sleeping-room, get into the bed at one sidethe side from which he had
originally climbedand get out at the other. A simple operation, and
one not helpful to mother Mary's housekeeping labors; but she never
minded that, because the novel punishment always sent the grumbler
down-stairs again in good humor.
Then they all clustered about that rear window which commanded a
view of the Armacost yard, and watched their father floundering through
the drifts between the small house and the large. He disappeared around
the corner of the mansion, and mother Mary set her young folks all to
work: Molly to washing the dishes and tidying the house; while she
herself bathed and dressed the twins, stirred up a fresh lot of bread
dough, rolled out her sewing-machine, and made flying visits to the
small cellar where the three Jays were sawing and nailing and
chattering like magpies.
They were all so busy and happy that the morning flew by like magic
and dinner time came before anybody realized it. Meanwhile, the three
boys had kept their own steps passably free from the gathering snow,
and had shovelled a way into the widow's house, not once but twice.
Coal carts and milk wagons had, as father John prophesied, come out and
forced their passage through the street, and a gang of workmen, each
with a shovel over his shoulder, had made their way to the Avenue for
the purpose of clearing the car tracks. But they had not remained.
Their task was such a great one that, until the storm was really over,
there was no use in their beginning it.
Yet even these few moving figures rendered the outlook more natural,
and Molly had almost forgotten to worry over any possible suffering to
the poor, much less the rich, when her father came in and she saw, at
once, how much graver than usual he was.
Why, father, dear! Has anything happened? Was there real trouble
over at the lady's?
Plenty has happened, and there is real trouble. But let's have
dinner first; and, Mary wife, when I go back I'll take a pot of coffee
and a bit of this hot stew for our neighbor.
Which neighbor, John?
MissArmacost! What in the world would she, with all her luxuries,
want with stew from our plain table?
Well, the boiler in her kitchen burst this morning. Pipes frozen,
and no fire till things are fixed; that is, to cook by. Pipes over the
handsome parlor frozen, too, and leaking down into all the fancy stuff
with which it is filled. Two of the servants sleep at their own homes,
as you know, and the two who are left have all they can do helping me.
I've 'phoned for somebody from the factory to come out and help, too,
but there are so many orders ahead the boss says I must do the best I
can. Yet the worst of all isTowsley.
Molly dropped her fork with a rattle. Towsley! Has anything
happened to him?
That's what I'd like to know. That's what that poor rich woman,
yonder, is grieving herself ill over.
Tell us. Tell us, quick, father, please!
There's not so much. She says she found him asleep in her back
parlor at nine o'clock. It was snowing fast then, and she kept him all
night. That's what she meant to do, at least. She gave him his supper
and had him put to bed on her top floor. She knows he was there till
midnight, for she went up to see if he was all right. Then she went to
bed herself, and this morning he was gone. The front door was
unfastened, and he must have gone out that way. At one moment she
blames herself for neglect of him, and the next for having been kind to
Molly sprang up from the table.
Oh! mother, let me go across and carry the stew and tea.
Maybe I could help her to think of something would tell where he was.
Anyway, I can tell her just what kind of a boy Towsley is and how well
he can take care of himself. He isn't lost. He mustn't be. He
cannotshall not be! cried the girl, excitedly.
Very well. Put the stew in the china bowlthe one nice dish that
their cupboard possessedand take your grandmother's little stone
teapot. If Miss Armacost is a real lady, as I think, she will
appreciate the motive of our gift, if not the gift itself. And if she's
not a gentlewoman her opinion would not matter.
But she is, mother; she is. I'm so glad I can do something for her!
She was nice to me, and 'giff-gaff makes good friends.'
CHAPTER IV. THE WANDERING KINDNESS.
On the morning of the blizzard, at that dark hour which comes just
before daylight, Dr. Frank Winthrop left his own house for a visit to
the hospital. There were no cars running, and he would not think of
rousing his coachman, or even his horses, to breast such a storm; for
his errand might be a prolonged one, and was, indeed, a case of life or
death. At ten o'clock he had left a patient in a most critical
condition, and was now returning to further attend the sufferer. His
ulster was fastened tightly about him, his head thrust deeply into his
collar, his hands in his pockets, and with teeth grimly set he faced
Two miles, if it's a block! Well, it's useless to try and see one's
way. The street lamps, such as are still burning, make an occasional
glimmer in the fog of snowflakes and are almost more misleading than
none at all. But I've walked the route so often, I'll just trust to my
feet to find their own road, and to Providence that I may reach my man
Robust and determined as the good physician was, he was almost
overcome by the cold and the struggle through the unbroken drifts;
while his whole person soon became so covered with the flying flakes
that he looked like a great snow-man itself, suddenly made alive and
set in motion. But the hope of easing pain gave him courage to
persevere; and finally he came within a short distance of the great
building whose dimly lighted windows made a dull redness through the
There she is, the blessed old house of comfort! Her wards are like
to be full this night. And that was the very hardest walk I ever took.
I hope, I pray, it has not been for nothing.
Just then his foot stumbled against some half-buried obstruction,
and stooping, the doctor touched the object with his hands.
Oh! as I feared! A human being. A childa boy. Overcome and maybe
frozen. Poor little chap, poor little chap!
Unbuttoning his overcoat the physician struck a match within the
shelter of its flap, and by its flare scanned the small face from which
he had brushed away the snow. Then he uttered another exclamation of
surprise and lifting the little, rigid figure in his arms, folded his
great-coat about it and started forward with renewed energy.
Whatever is a child like this doing down here in this part of town?
If it weren't for his clothes I might think he was a newsboy headed for
Newspaper Square, yonder; but newsboys don't wear velvet attire, or
hats with wide brims and drooping feathers, like a girl's 'picture'
headgear. Thank God, we're almost there!
On such a night, more than ever alert, the attendant at the door of
the accident ward opened it wide to the slightest summons of the good
doctor, who staggered into the light and warmth, shaking the snow from
him in clouds and ordering:
Promptest attention. Child overcome in the snow. Call nurse Brady.
The nurse was instantly at hand, and received the new case from
the attendant; while the physician took off his own snow-covered ulster
and brushed the melting flakes from his beard. All the while his keen
eyes were studying the child's countenance and following his motionless
figure as, with that haste which is never waste, the trained nurse
carried it away toward the great ward where so many other cases were
receiving the care which should save life.
Finding, by brief question and answer, that the patient he had come
especially to see was neither better nor worse, Dr. Winthrop followed
nurse Brady and her new charge; watching and directing as it seemed
necessary, and finally announcing:
I'll have him put in a private room; this ward is so full already,
and there'll be more coming right along. A boy who wears velvet and
feathers must belong to some rich family, who'll gladly pay for every
attention. Poor, little, bedraggled bird of paradise!
So it happened that when Towsley opened his eyes, a few hours later,
it was in a room whose comfort quite equalled that of the one from
which he had fled, even though its furnishings were much plainer. And
over his pillow leaned another woman wearing a snowy cap, far daintier
in shape than had adorned Miss Lucy's gray curls. There were no
gleaming glasses shading the kindly eyes which regarded him, and no
sternness in the lips that said slowly and gently:
So my little patient is better. I am so glad of that.
After a long, silent stare into nurse Brady's face, Towsley asked:
Be you? Where's I at?
In a nice warm bed, all safe and sound, with a fine breakfast
waiting for you.
Where's it at, I say?
Because you must have been taking a little walk in the storm and
got too tired to go very far. A kind man found you and brought you in
here, and now if you'll please drink this hot soup you'll feel as fine
as a fiddler!
Humph. I can fiddlesome, myself. Is the pie all gone? Oh! I
meanIImy head's funny.
That will come right enough when you set your empty stomach to
work. Afterward you will tell me your name and where you live, and I'll
send for your people. But the soup first.
Towsley sat up against the nurse's arm and obediently drank all the
broth she offered him, even to the last drop. Then he lay back with a
sigh of deep content and fell into a sound, refreshing sleep. When he
awoke again the pretty nurse was gone and in her chair sat a gentleman
gazing at him with a curious sort of stare, as if Towsley were some new
kind of animal in whom the stranger was interested.
The stare nettled Towsley, who felt strangely cross and irritable.
He knew he was saucy, but he couldn't help making a little grimace of
disgust and demanding:
Think you'll know me next time you see me, governor?
I certainly hope so. That's why I'm studying your face. Hm'm. I see
you are decidedly better. Quite all right, in fact. Feeling prime,
aren't you? Ready to run away again?
What you mean? How did you know I ran away?
By your clothes. A little lad who wears velvet blouses and fine
hats had no business away from his home in such a storm as we have had.
Now, your people will probably have grieved themselves ill about you,
and you're to tell me your name and address at once, so I can send them
word where you are. The storm is over and people are beginning to get
about again. The street cars should be running by to-morrow, as usual.
Towsley regarded the gentleman wistfully for a moment; then cried
I'll bet the fellows got a beat on me!
Have the 'lines' been tied up? I thought they was goin' to be, last
Eh! What? What do you know about 'lines,' and 'beats,' and such
Well, I guess I know as much as the next one, answered the lad
proudly. Ain't I been on the 'Xpress since I was so high? measuring a
short space between his thin, and nowthanks to nurse Brady's
attentionvery white little hands.
The dickens you have! Then why were you masquerading in borrowed
plumes, my lad? Your story and your clothing don't agree. What is your
name? Give it right, now, mind.
Why shouldn't I? I ain't ashamed of it, if it isn't pretty. I'm
Towsley. Towsley Towhead, some the Alley folks call me. I'm one the
boys on the 'Xpress. That's who I am, and I can sell more'n any other
fellow of my size on the whole force.
I believe it. You look as sharp as a razor. But let's keep to
facts. You tacitly admitted that you ran away, and your velvet attire
is certainly against you!
There was something both whimsical and kindly in the doctor's
expression, and Towsley's confidence was won.
Don't you s'pose I know that? Don't you s'pose I reckoned I was a
guy; and that all the fellows would laugh at me when they saw me? But I
couldn't help it, could I? That old black man took my own clothes away
and left these, and I couldn't go out without any, could I? She was a
nice old lady and her pie was good. Pretty good, I mean. But she wasn't
going to catch Towsley and adopt him, not if he could help himself! No,
siree! So I waited till everybody was asleep, then I lit out.
Smart boy! Tell me the whole story; from start to finish.
Say, you tell me, first. Was I half dead in the snow? Did you find
me and fetch me here, like I heard them say? 'Cause if you did,
III'd like to do something back for you, yourself.
Oh! that's all right, my lad. You'll have a chance. Don't fear.
What do you mean, sir? What can I do? asked Towsley eagerly.
Did you ever hear, as you went along the street, somebody start
humming or whistling a tune? any kind of a tune, but a catchy one the
best. In a little while you'll hear another person pick it up and hum
or whistle, just the same way; so on, till nobody knows how many have
caught and heard the wandering melody and passed it onward through a
crowd. Did you ever notice anything like that?
Heaps of times. I've done it myself. Started it or picked it up,
Well, that's like kindness. Pick it up, pass it along. Let
everybody who hears it, catch on; understand? So, that's what I mean.
You may never have a chance to do anything especially for meand you
may have dozens; but that doesn't matter. Keep it moving. The first
time you have an opportunity to be decent to somebody else, whyjust
be decent, and say to yourself: 'That's because the doctor picked me
out of a snow-drift.' The Lord will keep the account all straight, and
settle it in His own good time. We don't have to worry about that part,
fortunately; else our spiritual book-keeping would get sadly mixed.
They were both silent for a brief while, and the words made a deep
impression upon Towsley's heart; a warm and gentle heart at all times,
though not always a wise one in its judgments.
Well, my boy. I'm waiting for your story, and I'm a pretty busy
man. Along about time for giving out the papers you wouldn't care to be
hindered needlessly, would you?
A brilliant smile broke over the sharp little face upon the pillow.
No, I wouldn't, and you don't. Well, here it is; and very briefly,
but graphically, the alley vagrant sketched the story of his
acquaintance with Miss Armacost and his flight from her house.
The doctor listened without interruption till after the tale was
done; then he asked:
How about that wandering melody of kindness, eh, my boy?
I don't know what you mean. I meanII
Down in his warm heart Towsley did know, though he hated to
acknowledge it. He tried to justify himself in his own eyes as well as
in those of the good physician.
She hadn't any right to take away my clothes. All the clothes I
had. She took away my name, too.
Were they very good clothes, Towsley?
No. But they were mine! fiercely.
And the name. Is it a very honorable name, laddie?
It's just as honorable as I make it, sir! I needn't be an Alley boy
always, just becausebecausenobody knows who my folks were.
No, indeed. That you need not. That you will not be, for you've the
spirit to succeed. Only you need a little of the spirit of generosity,
too. The wandering melody again, you see. We can never quite get away
from it. Now, I'm going on my rounds through the wards. I'll stop in,
after an hour or so, and see if you have any errand for me to do.
Good-by. Take a nap, then think it over. I'll be back again.
Towsley didn't nap at all. He lay wide-eyed and full of thought,
staring at the white ceiling overhead, and occasionally touching a
pansy which nurse Brady had laid beside him on his pillow. As he
fondled and looked at the flower, more and more it gradually began to
assume the face and features of a delicate little old lady whom he
knew. It was a white pansy, with faint lavender patches on its lateral
and lower petals; dashed, like all its kind, by little touches of
darker hue. Yes, it was a faceMiss Lucy's face. Those two white upper
leaves were her snowy curls under her every-day lace cap. The eyes, the
keen, whimsical little mouthall were there; and the newsboy looked
and rememberedtill the eyes seemed to gather tears and the pursed-up
mouth to tremble like a child'slike Sarah Jane's, when she had been
denied a share in her brothers' games.
Had there been tears in Miss Lucy's eyes, last night, behind those
gleaming glasses? Had it been out of love, after all, that she had
given him her dead nephew's pretty garments and her dead nephew's
It was all very puzzling, and Towsley felt unequal to solving the
riddle, although it was he who always was first among the fellows to
find the answers to the printed riddles on the children's page of the
weekly Express. He shut his eyes a moment, to see things a
little better, and after the ceiling and the pansy were thus put out of
sight he did begin to understand quite clearly.
Tears? He hated them. There should never any be shed for him, that
he could prevent. On that point he made up his mind, and he shut his
lids down tighter, so that nothing should alter his sudden resolution.
What was that sound?
Towsley's eyes opened with a snap. He was sure that they had not
been closed a second, but the nurse laughed when he so declared; he
always afterward believed that some sort of magic had been used to
change things about in that little hospital bedroom.
For there on the tiny dresser was lightly tossed a rich fur robe
that looked as if it had just slipped off somebody's slender shoulders.
It was an old-fashioned robe, Towsley saw that, and the bonnet which
had fallen to the floor beside it was quite out of style, also.
Regular old timer, ain't it! And she's an old timer, too, butthe
tears! Shucks! He wished nobody would ever cry. He hated tears! again
thought Towsley. And then he stole his hand around the neck of the
little old lady who was kneeling beside his cot, and remarked,
Oh! I say, Miss Lucy, please don't. It's all right. I didn't behave
veryvery gentlemanly, I guess, but if you like I'm willing to try it
over again. I'll be your little boy if you want me, and if I have to be
'Lionel,' just make it Towsley, too, can't you?
Oh! you darling! I didn't know that it could be possible; that in
so short a time a stranger child could creep so closely into my
affection. I've been hearing such a lot about you, from Molly, you
know. Oh! my dear, I am so thankful that you did not perish. So
thankful that my eyes have been opened to see how lonely and selfish a
life I've led. Just to think, to think, that I have at last a dear
little human boy to love and to love me! All day I've thought about you
and seemed to feel that it was Lionel, our own Lionel, who had wandered
out into the storm to suffer so; andand
This was too much for the gamin. He was still that. He had not yet
been transformed into the gentleman he aspired to become, and in a way
that was more honest than courteous he forestalled another hysterical
outburst on the part of his overwrought benefactress.
Hold on, Miss Lucy. It's all right. I ain't dead nor dyin'. It's
the wandering melody of the kindness, as the doctor said. Don't you
know? He was good to me, and I'll be good to you, and you'll be good to
somebody else; and that's the way it goes. I can tell you of a lot of
fellows to be kind to. Whistling Jerry, and Battles, and Shiner. Oh!
there are a plenty to fill the house full, but there won't any of them
stand being cried over. It would scare the life out of 'em. A kick or a
blowthat they wouldn't mind, being used to it, you see, but
tearsthey'd scat! like kittens with a dog after them. They would,
Oh! gasped Miss Lucy, rising from her kneesOh! but I've nothing
to do with thesethese boys with the objectionable names. It is
yourself only, my child, whom I want to live with me. Just you; to be
my one, only, little precious boy.
Then, I guess we'd better drop it. I was only trying to be good to
CHAPTER V. LIONEL TOWSLEY GOES HOME.
Towsley, boy! you're quite well enough to go home. Especially as
there is, just outside the hospital gate, a red-plumed sleigh waiting,
with great fox robes big enough to wrap a dozen newsboys in; with
horses in a tinkling harness, and more red plumes at their heads; and a
coachman named Jefferson sitting up front with a mighty fur collar on
and a Christmas favor in his hat, andI've lost my breath, telling the
wonders! For you, my snow-bank youngster!
The genial doctor entered the room just in time to witness the
little scene between Miss Armacost and her protege; and knowing both
parties fairly well, he judged that the best way out of a difficulty
was to get rid of the difficulty. Which he did in the manner above.
For there was never a newsboy on Newspaper Square, not even the
independent Master Towsley, who could resist the charm of a sleigh
ride; especially in a city where sleighing was a rare occurrence, and
where enormous prices were asked and obtained for any sort of vehicle
that would glide over the snow.
Towsley forgot everything but the prospect before him. Even the
objectionable velvet suit and girlish hat would be endurable under the
circumstances. What if some fellow of his own craft did see and laugh
at him? He laughs best who laughs last, and in this case that would be
the boy in the sleigh. So he clapped his hands and cried out,
Oh! may I? And will Miss Lucy please go away, and somebody send me
back my clothes?
Certainly. Everybody shall clear out except you and me, said the
physician, pulling a brown paper parcel from beneath his arm and
tossing it upon the foot of the cot.
So Miss Armacost and nurse Brady went away and the doctor closed the
door behind them. Then he unfastened the mysterious parcel and spread
before Towsley's wondering gaze a complete suit for a boy of Towsley's
size. Everything was there, down to the shoes and stockings, though all
were of coarse material.
Oh, ginger! Ain't that prime? For me? Are they for me, doctor?
If they fit.
Oh! they'll fit. Anything fits me.
Velvet knickers and plumed hats?
The lad, who had tried to spring out of bed, and had succeeded only
in climbing out rather slowly and shakily, looked up with a twinkle in
his eye; then he answered very seriously:
Yes, sir; even them. I'd hate 'em. I'd hate to have the fellows see
me in 'em; but I'd wear them forever, rather than make her cry again. I
can't get over that. To s'pose that she, a rich lady living on the
Avenue, should cry over an Alley kid! It ain't nice to think about, her
saying I've got to be her only, 'one precious.' I'll about die of
lonesomeness; butit's the wandering kindness, you know, sir. I'll
pass it on, and maybe it'll all come right. Do you s'pose she'll make
me sit in front of a window and be dressed up, and make myself a show
for the fellows to come and gibe at?
Those shoes all right, eh? Look here, Towsley. I'm not a
'supposing' sort of a man. I've no time to speculate over things. I
have to take them as they come and keep hustling. That's pretty much
the way it is in the newspaper business, isn't it?
Yes. You just believe it.
I do. Well, though I rarely give away advicethat being a luxury I
dare not afford, in generalI'm going to present you with a bit now,
as a kind of keepsake: Don't you stop to worry or 's'pose' anything.
Life's too short. Just keep hustling. Do right, as near as you can,
straight along and all the time, and let results take care of
themselves or leave them to the Lord who will do it for us. And
remember one other thing: If you do a kindness to anybody you have to
like them. Fact; you can't help it. You will like them, whether or no.
Now I didn't care a nickel about you till I tumbled over you in the
snow-drift. Never heard of you, indeed. But then I had a chance to help
you, and right away I liked you. So I've been down-town, this
afternoon, and bought you this outfit. Between you and me, Towsley, I
shouldn't care for the velvets, either. But they must have been all
that Miss Armacost had on hand and so she gave them to you. These I'm
not giving; I'm simply advancing. Men like us don't care to accept what
we can't pay for, you know. Anything that Miss Lucy will offer you,
you'll have a chance to repay: by love, and attention, and the
deference that a son of her own house would render a gentlewoman who
befriended him. But you'll have no further use for me, and so I'm
merely lending you this suit. If you should ever be able, as you may,
to collect what I've spent on itabout five dollarsyou just remember
the wandering kindness and send it along. I'd get a scrap of paper, if
I were you, and write it down: 'Five dollars received of Dr. Frank
Winthrop'; and when you use something for some needy person, consider
that it is so much toward the liquidation of the debt and write it
opposite: 'Paid Dr. Frank Winthrop, so and so.' Understand?
Yes. I will repay, too. Though I'd rather do it to you, yourself.
Doubtless. Yet that doesn't matter. The real thing is to be
systematic and exact in our charities. Slovenliness or carelessness in
such things is worse than a bad habitit's a sin. Now, how are you? A
trifle queer in the legs, eh? Things in the room look a bit hazy?
That's all right. Effect of an active boy lying in bed. The air will
set you straight. My! but you are a dandy in that suit! Fits you like a
duck's bill in the mud, doesn't it?
Towsley laughed, so gayly and loudly that anxious Miss Lucy tiptoed
to the outside of the closed door and asked, eagerly:
Can't I come in yet?
The jolly doctor gave a nod of his head and Towsley opened to admit
his friend. In all his little life he had never been so well, so
completely clothed as he was at that moment; and the consciousness of
being suitably dressed went far toward giving him the ease of manner
which belonged to the gentleman whom he aspired to become.
The alteration in his appearance was so great and his bow so
correctly made that Miss Lucy cried out in delight and surprise, and
was about to throw her arms about the child and caress him before them
But the wise doctor prevented that, by saying in his quick way:
All ready, Miss Armacost; and I fancy your horses and coachman
won't be sorry. If this young fellow gives you any trouble just let me
know. I'll attend to his case, short order; with a dose of picra or
some other disagreeable stuff! But I wish you both the compliments of
the season andthis way out, please. Say good-by to nurse Brady,
Towsley Lionel Armacost, and don't forget that but for her care you
might not be starting on a sleigh-ride now.
Then he was gone, and they had to hurry along the halls and down the
stairs to follow him toward that outer door, before which stood the
chestnuts, jingling their bells and pawing balls of the light snow, in
their impatience to be trotting over the white roads and up to the park
where other horses were flying about, as merry, apparently, as the
people whom they carried.
So with a mere nod of his head, old Jefferson whisked the newsboy
into a corner of the cushioned seat and Miss Armacost followed without
assistance; but her doing so made Towsley remember something and sent a
blush to his pale cheek. That was, the manner in which real gentlemen
helped their women folk on any similar occasion.
To Druid Hill! said Miss Lucy, briefly; and Jefferson drove
For some time neither of the occupants of that warm back seat said a
word. Each was too thoroughly engrossed by his and her own thoughts;
but finally Miss Lucy stole a glance toward her small companion and
Do you like sleighing, Lionel?
Yes, Miss Armacost. Onlyit all seems likelike make-believe. I
keep wondering when I'll wake up. And I wishI wish Battles and Shiner
were here. I don't believe that Shiner ever had a sleigh-ride in his
lifeNever; not once.
Indeed? asked the lady, coldly.
No, ma'am. I mean, no, Miss Lucy. And he ain't much more'n a baby,
Shiner ain't. Not near as old as I am.
How old are you, my dear?
I guess I'm going on eight. Molly thinks I am. You know Molly; the
girl that took me to your house or run me into you on her skate. She's
a dreadful nice girl, Molly is; but I don't believe she ever had a
sleigh-ride, either. Poor Molly.
The lad's eyes were shining from his own pleasure; his pale face was
rapidly taking on a healthy glow; he was a very presentable little
fellow, indeed, in his modern suit of well-shaped clothing, so Miss
Armacost thought, buthe was also spoiling her ride for her as
thoroughly as he could. Spoiling it without the slightest intention or
desire on his own part to do so.
Molly spent the greater part of yesterday with me, Lionel.
She did? What for?
Because I was in trouble, of more sorts than one; and her kind
heart sent herin the first place. After she came I begged her to
stay. I am already very fond of Molly; she is so gay and cheerful.
Towsley's face became radiant.
Oh, jimmeny! Ain't that prime! Have you adopted her, too?
No, indeed. She has no need for such an action on my part. She has
both parents living. But our plumbing went to wreck, yesterday, in the
unlooked-for cold snap, and her father came to our rescue. He had to
work there all day, and when he found I was grieving so about
youryour running away into the storm, he told Molly and she came. She
very kindly brought me some of their own dinner, hot and steaming; and
I assure you it did taste fine! I was almost really hungry, for once.
That's just like Molly. She's an awful generous girl, Molly is.
Miss Lucy was about to suggest that some other adjective than
awful would better apply to generous, but refrained. It would not
do, she considered, to begin too sternly or suddenly in the
reconstruction of her charge. She simply replied:
Yes. She is generous and lovable. She has excellent common sense.
Towsley found his tongue and launched into praise of the whole
family of Johns, with such graphic pictures of their daily life that
Miss Armacost felt well acquainted with the entire household. Then the
little fellow became absorbed in the excitement of the ride, and the
novelty of dashing around and around the lake, in that endless line of
prancing horses and skimming vehicles, set his tongue a-chatter
Miss Lucy listened, in a sort of charm. The few children whom she
knew were apt to be rather quiet in her presence, but not so this lad
from the back alley. He enjoyed everything, saw everything, described
everything, like a keen reporter of the papers he had used to sell.
Look-a-there! and there! and there! Did you see that? That was a
regular clothes-basket, set on a pair of runners! Sure; it all goes.
Snow doesn't come down here very often. Why, up north, in New York, or
Boston, or such places, they have sleighing whenever they've a mind to!
but not down here. Folks daren't lose a chance, dare they? See! There's
a regular old vender's wagon, that a lot of young folks have hired, and
they're old cow-bells they've put on the horses. Ki! look-a-there!
look-a-there! Them's woman's college girlssure! Whew! regular
hay-riggers, ain't they! They must have took all their money to pay for
it! Andshucks! just see them bobs!
In his excitement the little boy stood up and pointed frantically
toward a group of boys who had brought out their long sleds and were
hastening toward that hill of the park where coasting would be
permitted. Unconsciously he attracted a deal of attention from the
throngs of pleasure-seekers, and Miss Armacost felt herself
unpleasantly conspicuous. Yet there was not an eye which beheld him
that did not brighten because of his happiness; and in spite of her
annoyance at the gaze of her fellow townsmen, the owner of the
chestnuts felt also a sort of pride in its cause.
But at last she ordered the coachman homeward, and they rode slowly
out of the park, down the beautiful Avenue toward the Armacost mansion
and Towsley's new home. He sank back into his place with a profound
sigh of mingled pleasure and regret:
To think they never had a sleigh-ride!
Humph! How many have you had, before this one, Lionel?
I thought so. Have you pitied yourself?
No, ma'am. I mean, no, Miss Lucy.
Then save your sympathy. One cannot miss what one has never
enjoyed. For myself, I see little good of this snow. It's made no end
of trouble and expense to house owners, and filled the streets with
stuff which the city will have to remove, and
It's made a heap of fun, hasn't it? Won't it give idle men a lot of
shovelling to do? I've always heard them saying how glad they were when
a snow-storm came; those tramps around the city buildings. I'm sure I
think it's jolly. Only I wish
That I had as much money as I wanted. I'd hire the big picnic stage
and have it put on runners, and I'd go 'round Newspaper Square, and the
Swamp, and the asylums andand placesand I'd give every little kid
that never had a ride, I'd give him one to-morrow, as sure as I live.
Oh! I wish I had it!
Miss Armacost lost all manner of patience with this boy. If he'd
only be contented with enjoying himself and let his neighbors rest. But
here they were at home. How odd it looked, to see those great heaps of
snow which had been shovelled from the sidewalk and piled up in banks
before the houses, between the curbstone and the driveway. And over in
the Square which filled the centre of the block the children of the
bordering houses had all come out with sleds and happy laughter, and
were making the old silence ring.
Maybe, after all, anything which pleases the children is not an
unmitigated annoyance, observed Miss Armacost, reflectively.
Jefferson brought the horses to a standstill and stepped down to
loosen the robes about his mistress and help her alight, if need be.
But Towsley had been before him. He had pulled off his hat, thrust it
under his arm, and extended his hand toward the lady, to assist her, as
courteously and gracefully as any grown gentleman could have done; even
if not with quite so much strength.
Repressing a smile at the difference in size between her assistant
and herself, Miss Armacost quietly placed her hand within his and
stepped to the sidewalk. This was slippery in spots, as Towsley
observed, and he remarked:
Better let me hold your hand till you get clear up the steps,
hadn't you, Miss Lucy?
Yes, dear, I think I would much better. Then when the lad reached
the top and she had rung for admittance, she turned to him with a
Welcome home, Lionel Towsley Armacost.
Thank you, Miss Lucy. I hope we won't neither of us ever be sorry
She liked his answer; liked it far more than she would have done one
full of enthusiasm. So they went in together, well pleased, and as the
boy had been so lately a hospital patient, he was sent early to bed and
As she had done before, Miss Lucy visited him afterward, and enjoyed
without restraint the sight of her adopted son, lying so peacefully
upon his pillow. For there were now no soiled stains of the street to
mar his beauty, and the little hands upon the coverlet were as dainty
as need be.
But even in slumber Towsley had an uncomfortable effect upon the
lady's thoughts: reminding her of the many other little lads who had
shared his poverty yet not his present good fortune. She had never
considered her house as an especially large one till his small person
served to show the size of the empty rooms, and how tiny a space one
child could occupy.
Miss Lucy sat so long that she grew chilled. Then she reflected that
she might easily become ill, which would be most unfortunate now, since
she had taken a child to care for. So she rose rather stiffly and
started for her own room; though she had not taken a dozen steps in its
direction before she came to a sudden, startled pause. Somebody was
ringing her door-bell. Ringing it persistently, without waiting for any
Oh, dear! That must be somebody in trouble! Or, possibly, a special
delivery message from the post-office or express; though I'm sure I
have nobody near and dear enough to call upon me in that manner. Yes,
yes, I'm coming! she cried to the invisible visitor, though she knew
perfectly that her voice could not reach him.
At that hour, Jefferson and Mary, who slept in the house, were both
in bed, and their mistress would not disturb them. She preferred to
hurry to the door herself and learn what was wanted. But when she
reached and opened it there was nobody waiting. Even though she drew
her shoulder shawl closer about her and stepped out upon the marble
stoop to look, there was nobody in sight. In that quiet neighborhood
all lights had long since been extinguished, and there was no sign of
life in any of the stately homes bordering the snowy Square.
That's very odd! The bell did certainly ring. Not once but several
times. Well, whoever it was must have been in a hurry, and may have
disappeared around Side Street corner.
So she locked the door, extinguished the light she had turned on,
and climbed the carpeted stairs toward her own apartment. Her slippered
feet made no sound, and the stillness all over the house was profound;
but, just as she turned the first landing, it was broken again. There
came the same prolonged, insistent ringing, and fairly flying back to
the door, Miss Lucy exclaimed:
Well, I'll be in time now, I think!
Yet, just as before, she opened to silence and the moonlight only.
CHAPTER VI. MYSTERIES.
Come, Master Lionel! It's time to be stirring. Your bath's ready
and breakfast will be before you are dressed. Miss Lucy says you are
not to delay, and to open your window when you leave your room, and to
be in your place in the breakfast-room when she comes down to lead
morning worship. Now, don't go to sleep any more, that's a good boy,
and make me climb three flights of stairs again, just for nothing at
Yes, ma'am, I hear, responded Towsley, sleepily. But he was much
mixed in his ideas at that moment, and quite mistook Mary for her
mistress; also that he had been instructed by his benefactress, during
the past evening, as to his demeanor toward the servants of the house,
whom he was to treat with all kindness, yet not to ma'am nor
mister, as seemed natural to an Alley-trained boy.
I can trust you, can I? again demanded the voice outside the
Yes. I'm awake. But, say, Mary!
Well, what is it?
Did you say bath? Have I got to wash myself again? They washed me
at the hospital enough to kill. I won't be dirty again this winter.
Mary laughed. The idea! Did you ever hear of a young gentleman as
didn't take his bath every day? Ridic'lous. Come, step lively. Here's a
bath-robe by the door used to belong to the other Lionel. Miss Lucy
says, wear it.
Towsley had seen such robes in the shop windows; and as he folded
this one about him and thrust his feet into the warm little slippers,
also provided, he had a curious feeling that he was thus investing
himself with his new life.
But this made him very unhappy. Odd! that a boy who had never had a
home should be homesick! Yet that was the real name of the miserable,
sinking sensation at his heart; and as he crossed the hall to the
bathroom, his face was the picture of woe.
However he had no idea of disobedience; and though it was with a
shiver of repugnance that he stepped into the porcelain tub, his
emotions underwent a sudden and radical change.
Hi! this is nicer than swimming! And them towelsfor me! Ain't
they prime! I wonder what Shiner would say if he could see 'em.
This was an unfortunate suggestion. It almost, though not quite,
overset the exhilaration of the bath, and as he stepped out upon the
rug he seemed to see the reproachful face of his mate looking up at him
Why ain't I in it, too?
Why wasn't he? Why did I happen to be the one, just the only one,
who should skate bang into Miss Lucy and be taken in and done for? And
I couldn't skate, either. I was just a-learning. Pshaw! I wish I
hadn't. I wishI wish. 'Bout this time, I s'pose, the fellows have
near sold out. There'll be some running on the down-town cars, though,
and the gents that go to business late; bankers and lawyers and such. I
s'pose somebody's got my route, already. If a chap gets out the
linethere's another hops into his placespang! I wonder
But just there Lionel Towsley's reflections became so sombre that
some very unusual tears crept into his eyes. This fact restored him to
a sense of his own foolishness.
Shucks! if I ain't crying! ITowsley! Well, that beats all. I
ain't never done it since I can remember, only now I'm adopted I 'pear
to be losing all my snap. Is that the way with rich folks always? Am I
a rich one, now, just because I stay in Miss Lucy's house? Well, I
can't let myself get to be a girl, even if I do live like one.
Then the lad remembered Doctor Frank and that, although the
gentleman wore fine attire, he was the manliest person he knew. Yet he
was evidently wealthy, since he could afford to give away, or
advanceto penniless Towsley this seemed the same thinga five-dollar
suit of clothing. So he hurried himself and brushed his hair, as far as
he could reach around; and he tried to use all the accessories of his
toilet which Miss Lucy had provided and he could understand. In his
efforts he forgot to be so lonely; and it was a really bright-faced
little fellow who presented himself in the breakfast-room, where the
house mistress sat waiting, and who addressed her very respectfully:
Good-morning, Miss Armacost. Am I late? I guess I fooled 'round
some. II ain't got used to things yet.
Good-morning, my child. Did you rest well?
Prime. I hope you did, too, he replied, sitting down upon a chair
near her own.
Yet she did not look as if she had, and the child opened his lips to
remark this; but she motioned him to be quiet, and immediately took up
the Bible lying ready on a little stand beside her. He noticed that all
the servants were present, sitting in an orderly row upon one side of
the room, which was very still. Then Miss Lucy read a portion of the
Word and offered a brief prayer, to which Towsley listened in a scared
sort of way. For she mentioned him in her petition, asking for a
blessing upon the new relation established between them.
This gave the matter a dignity and importance really startling to
the waif. If he and what happened to him were worth mentioning to the
Lord he had no right to grumble about them; and, during that few
moments upon his knees, there was born in the boy's heart a
self-respect that was never after to forsake him.
But when they had taken their places at the table, and Mary was
passing the food, he saw how Miss Lucy's hand shook, and inquired,
Miss Lucy, are you sick? What makes you tremble so? Are you cold?
Can I get you something?
She was much pleased by his quick observation, yet shook her head in
a way that made him understand he was to ask no more questions while
Mary remained in the room. After she had served them and gone, he
Didn't you sleep as nice as I did, Miss Lucy? You look awful
The little lady regarded him very attentively for a moment. Then she
Lionel, if I tell you a secret, will you keep it?
Yes, indeed. I will. Hope to die if I don't.
Needn't say that. It wouldn't be true. But there was something very
queer going on here last night; and it kept me awake, and I'm all upset
Even to herself it seemed strange that Miss Armacost should turn to
this stranger child for sympathy, when she would not allow herself to
do so toward any of the servants who had known her so long.
What was it, Miss Lucy? P'raps I can find out what it was. I'd like
to if I could. I'd like to, first rate. I heard what you said when you
were praying, and I ain't going to forget. I'd rather be back to my old
place in the Square, with my papers under my arm, but if I can't help
myselfif the Lord's took a hand in itI'd like to be the next best
thing I can. That's to help you, ain't it?
The mistress of the mansion gasped. This was frankness, indeed,a
frankness most unflattering to herself, but it served to rouse and
brace her jaded nerves. She replied, a little sharply:
If you don't like it you needn't stay. That is, after you've given
the matter a good trial, and I have. That's fair for both sides.
Buthark! There it goes again!
At that instant, the electric door-bell rang in a peculiar,
prolonged, and rather gentle fashion. Towsley couldn't understand why
Miss Lucy's face paled still further; nor why, after Mary had answered
the summons, she should slam the door viciously, and almost run back
along the hall to her own quarters.
Miss Lucy touched the table bell and summoned her; then inquired, in
as calm a voice as she could command:
What was it, this time, Mary?
The same old story, ma'am; nothing.
Very well. You may go.
Yes, ma'am. I think I will. Cook and I are both talking of going.
You see, we've been hearing it this two or three days, and we
wouldn't dare to stay in a house that had a 'haunt.'
Nonsense. There is nothing of the sort. Some reasonable explanation
will be found. You may return to your dusting.
Yes, ma'am. But if it happens again, just once, please, ma'am, I'd
like to be let off, and I'll try to find somebody to take my place if
you want me to.
Miss Armacost vouchsafed no response to this suggestion, and
pretended to sip her coffee. Yet her hand shook so that she set the cup
down, and, as soon as Mary had disappeared again, folded her arms and
looked toward the eager-faced boy opposite, in a helpless sort of way.
What did she mean by that, Miss Lucy?
Then she told him. How for several days before she had herself heard
it, there had been a most mysterious ringing at the front door-bell;
that the servants had as often answered the summons, yet found nobody
demanding admittance; that they believed there was some ghostly
influence at work; that being superstitious, like all the colored race,
they had decided it would be unsafe for them to remain in the house;
that at frequent intervals, all last night and now this morning, as
Lionel had himself observed, the ringing had again occurred.
It's very, very distracting and uncomfortable. I'm quite upset by
it, and don't know what to do.
It's electric, ain't it?
What? The bell? Yes, certainly.
Then I'd send for a 'lectrician. He'd find out the trouble in a
jiffy. But, shucks! wouldn't it be prime!
What would be prime? Yet Miss Lucy sighed in relief, as she added:
What an extremely simple thing; and why didn't I think of it before?
Don't know, except 'cause you didn't.
Hm'm. Immediately after breakfast I'll send for a man. Nowmy
goodness! What's all this?
The glances of both flew to the windows which were on a level with
the street. There were four of these lace-draped windows, two in front
and two upon the side. At each was a small face peering in, and at some
there were two faces.
Towsley forgot everything. All the changed conditions of his life,
his determination to be very thoughtful of Miss Lucy, the gentlemanly
behavior which belonged to a boy who lived in the finest house upon the
Avenue. They were faces that he knew,every one! They, were the faces
of Shiner, and Battles, and Toothless, and Whistling Jerry. Behind
these, Tom the Bugler, and Larry Lameleg.
His friends were they, his jolly little comrades; who had heard of
what had befallen him and had come to condole with him. The mere sight
of them brought back the atmosphere so familiar to him: of the alleys
and their freedom, of Newspaper Square with its hurry and bustle and
eager life! It was too much for Towsley, and with a shout of rapture he
rushed to the basement entrance, out upon the street, into the very
arms of his mates.
Say, it was true, then, ain't it? demanded Tom the Bugler. What
was in our paper last night, and that our man saw up in the park? You
dressed up in another boy's clothes and lost yourself in the snow,
didn't you? Must been a dumb one to do that. Right here in Baltimore
city where you've lived all your life. Say, was it bad in hospital? Be
you goin' to stay here? What's the lady doin'? She looksshe looks
kind of funny, don't she?
Lionel Towsley glanced back through the window into the room he had
deserted, and his heart sank. Miss Lucy had pushed aside from the table
and was watching him with a white, disappointed face. It had been such
a little while that she had had him, and yet he had become so dear. She
had been so ready, so eager to bestow every comfort and benefit upon
him, and he had seemed so deserving; yet now, at a glance, he was back
in the old ways among his rude companions, and she and her offered love
were quite forgotten.
Say, Tows, you're a regular swell now, ain't you? My! see them fine
clothes! Look at the pockets of 'em. Money? Money in the pockets, Tows?
Give us a nickel all round, you nabob, you. Rides in a sleigh every
day, he does, and never thinks no more of Newspaper Square and nights
on the old steam holes, he don't! gibed Battles fiercely.
But Lionel scarcely heard this taunt. A bitter struggle was tearing
his manly, loving, loyal little heartthe claims of his old life and
his own loneliness on the one side; the claims of Miss Lucy's
generosity and her loneliness upon the other. He didn't need her, he
thought; but she needed him. She needed him very much. It was his duty
to be good to her; and, like many another child under similar
circumstances, at that moment Towsley felt that the word duty was the
most disagreeable one in the language. He took a second real good look
at Miss Lucy still sitting, waiting, and this time he saw something in
her face that made everything quite easy.
She understands! he thought, and then he nodded to her with a
happy smile. A second later, with a hurried, Wait a minute, fellows!
he had darted back into the breakfast-room and, now indifferent to the
stares of his comrades, flung his arms about the lady's neck, crying:
It's all right, dear Miss Armacost! I'm not a-going to run away
with them. But I've just thought of something and I want it, I want
itoh! so much! It's a little thing! But I want, I do want, before I
give up the newspaper business to get just one 'beat' on th' others.
May I? May I just go down to the office, and before anybody else gets
hold of it, get our ghost story in? It would make a whopper, it would!
I'll carry the boys away with me, and I won't let on a bit, and I'll
come back surely. Just this once, may I? I never had a chance before?
It struck even Towsley himself as an odd circumstance that he should
ask this permission; he who had never before consulted anybody as to
his goings or comings; or that he should wait so eagerly for her reply.
But Miss Lucy scarcely heard him. She was thinking of something
else. The clasp of those young arms about her neck thrilled her with a
joy unspeakable. With such an expression as it now wore, Towsley's face
seemed, indeed, that of the lost, innocent Lionel restored to life. She
was ready and anxious to give him all he desired, even to the half of
her kingdom; and she comprehended less of what he was just then saying,
than what he had so greatly desired on the previous evening.
Yes, my dear. You may. We will certainly hire the great stage, and
give a ride to as many as it will hold. You shall tell me just what you
want, and I will gratify you if it is possible.
Thank youoh! thank you! he cried, and dashed a kiss at her. At
that moment, however, he was more loyal to his paper than generous to
his friends, and he ran out hastily.
His mates beheld and construed this action after their own way.
Pshaw! She's give him the go-by. He ain't no swell. Anybody could
work the 'doption racket for just one night, he could. Let's chase him.
If she's give him money, he must treat! cried Battles contemptuously.
So, in a twinkling, the place was deserted, and Miss Lucy sat alone
trying to understand just what had happened.
The silence about her was complete, and continued for a long time.
What did he mean? Evidently not what I did, or had in mind,
pondered the perplexed mistress of the house on the Avenue; and, as if
in answer to her unspoken question, again there fell upon the stillness
that startling, inexplicable ringing of a bell.
Oh oh! There is that uncanny sound again! What can cause it? I
don't wonder the servants are frightened. I am, myself; though I know,
of course, there are no such things as ghosts. And yet
As if in derision of her doubt, once more the bell pealed; this time
both for long and violently.
CHAPTER VII. THE END OF IT ALL.
Breathless with haste and excitement, Towsley rushed into the
editorial rooms of the Express office and sank into the nearest
chair to recover himself.
For a moment the group of men in the place regarded him without
recognition; then one reporter exclaimed:
Why, it's Tows! Little Towsley of ours! and gayly extended his
hand in greeting.
Congratulations, young man! cried another. The hero of a
snow-bank, an adoption, a rescue! The staff is proud to welcome you
A third whipped out pencil and pad and demanded:
The facts. Straight. First-hand notes keep the right color. Make
another item for to-night.
But the boy had regained his speech and held up a protesting hand.
Don't bother with that old stuff. The fellows said it had been in.
Anybody else 'roundthat don't belong to us? asked the newsboy
cautiously, looking about the room for lurking strangers.
Not a soul. What's up?
Got a good one. A regular ghosty one. Up to the house where I'm
What's that? Don't swell so with pride, aristocrat!
Who's a-swelling? If you don't want it, never mind. I ain't
suffering to give it away. Don't know as Miss Lucy'd like it, any way.
It was rather late in the affair to think about that, however, and
Towsley put the possibility out of mind; or, with the true spirit of
newspaper enterprise, decided that private considerations should give
precedence to the public good. Yet what possible good the mysterious
ringing of an electric bell was to do the public it would be
difficult to say.
Come, you rising young journalist! Give it out. Wouldn't go back on
your own paper, would you?
Whereupon, Towsley related his modern ghost story, with such
embellishments as a very lively fancy could furnish; and the active
reporter took it down verbatim. After which he tossed his copy to an
office boy and put on his hat and top-coat.
Come on, Tows. I'll go up with you and see the thing for myself.
It's just as I said, remarked the lad, proudly.
I'm not denying it. But if I can make two paragraphs go where one
would do, you're not the boy to hinder me, I suppose, answered the
The cars had resumed their regular running, and the pair boarded
one; but when they left it at the corner of the Avenue where Miss Lucy
lived, the reporter looked about him and whistled.
Well, I declare, boy! You're in clover. I wouldn't mind being
adopted myself. See that you introduce me properly to the lady. Mention
her name first, then present me. We want to do credit to our office,
Master Lionel Towsley had not before felt any personal
proprietorship in the big mansion; but he now ran lightly up its marble
steps with a new and delightful sense of returning to his home. To his
touch upon the door-bell nobody responded, and after several such
demands had failed to awake any response, the reason for it came to
Maybe they've gone. Maybe they won't answer it. I'll run down to
the basement entry and try that.
So the reporter waited while the lad did so, and presently there
came a sound of eager feet within the front hall, and the door was
flung wide. It was Towsley, of course, and his face was flushed with
excitement and indignation, as he exclaimed:
Come right straight in. Quick's you can. She's had a terrible time,
I guess, and they've done it!
All that was clear to the reporter's mind of this announcement was
that he was desired to enter and follow his guide; which he did into
the cheerful basement breakfast-room, where Miss Armacost still sat.
She had not gone upstairs since first coming down that morning, and she
was white and tremulous. The sight of her troubled face aroused not
only all Towsley's chivalry, but that of the reporter also. Instantly,
he regretted that he had so promptly availed himself of the newsboy's
ghost story, and had thought more of furnishing copy than of a
For she's not the sort will like to have her private experiences
made public gossip, he reflected, ruefully. Also, that it was probably
too late, even now, to remedy the evil of his haste. The best course
left him was to apologize for his presence and offer his assistance in
a case of need.
But, for once, Miss Lucy was too much disturbed to care about
notoriety, and she eagerly accepted his offer of help.
It's very silly of me. I see and know it perfectly; but this
inexplicable ringing has so infected my people that all, except
Jefferson, have gone away. Each made a plausible errand, for the
moment, yet each declared her intention of leaving for good and right
away. As for Jefferson, he claims to be unusually busy at the stable,
and only appearseven that very reluctantlywhen I ring him up. I'm
not much used to doing my own errands, but Lionel's suggestion seems a
good one. If I could get hold of an electrician, that dreadful bell
might be made to keep still.
Well, madam, I am not much of an electrician, but I do understand a
little about such matters. If you'll allow me to examine your wires I
may discover the difficulty. Meanwhile, if you wish, I'll step to the
nearest drug store and telephone our own man, who attends to the
building in which we are.
The color returned to Miss Lucy's face and the courage to her voice.
Oh! if you will be so good! It would be a great favor to me. My
life runs so smoothly, in ordinary, that I find myself upset by the
unusual circumstances of the last few days. The blizzard, Sir
Christopher's death, Lionel's coming and terrible experience in the
storm, and now this extraordinary ringing of my door-bell, which even
the neighbors have heard and are inquiring aboutaltogether II am
Again the reporter thought regretfully of the item which would
appear in that evening's paper, and earnestly hoped she would not see
it. He determined to caution Towsley to keep her from doing so, if
possible; so he walked to the nearest drug store, rang up the
electrician, returned to the house, and proceeded to do a little
investigating on his own account.
Just then Molly arrived, for in her loneliness at the desertion of
her girls Miss Lucy had sent Jefferson to ask her presence. She had
come as soon as possible, which had not, however, been very promptly,
because it was market morning for her mother, and a few of the
to-be-expected accidents had befallen the twins.
You see, Miss Armacost, said Molly, in explanation, I was just
whisking down the kitchen to make all tidy for mother, and had put
Ivanora on one side the table and Idelia on the other. I gave Idelia a
bag of buttons to play with, and because Ivanora hadn't eaten much
breakfast I gave her a dish of molasses and some bread. I knew, of
course, she'd mess herself, but I thought it would keep her contented.
And it did! she cried, going off into such a peal of laughter that the
reporter had to join.
What'd she do, Molly? asked Lionel.
Why, I happened to set her alongside of father's chair. That has a
feather cushion in it and I didn't know there was a hole in its cover.
But there was, and Ivanora found it. I would have known she'd do that
if I'd suspected the hole. When I turned around to see if all was
rightmy sake! There was that precious child all stuck up with
feathers till she looked like some big bird. The molasses on her hands
had made them stick as tight as burrs. They were all over her curls,
her face, her clotheseverything! Well! When I'd done laughing so I
could, I took her straight to the bath-tub and put her in, clothes and
all. It seemed the easiest way to keep other things clean. Of course, I
had to dress her all over again; and when I got back to see to
Ideliashe was in a state, too! She had her mouth full of buttons, and
I don't know how many she'd swallowed. I really don't. She was tasting
them to see if they were candy. There was a small cork in the bag, and
I declare! if that child hadn't put that up her nose! Such mischiefs!
Over two years old, and ought to know better!
So, that's what kept me, Miss Armacost. I couldn't leave things in
such a fix for mother, so I stayed till I'd helped get everything
right. Mother has so much to do, always.
I should think so, indeed. Your excuse is most reasonable and does
The reporter had listened to the girl's story, but hastened below
stairs to examine the electric arrangements of the house. He could make
no helpful discoveries, however, and presently returned to the
breakfast-room and the company of the others.
His presence in the house had, however, quite restored Miss Lucy to
a normal condition of mind, for he had treated the curious bell-ringing
as a trivial matter, easily explainable by the expert he had summoned,
if not by himself; and he found the trio discussing the proposed
sleigh-ride that Miss Lucy wanted to give the friends of her new
A sleigh-ride! For all the newsboys in town! Hurrah! he cried,
entering into the spirit of the thing as if he were a boy himself. My
dear Miss Armacost, you couldn't do anything that would give so much
pleasure. Think what such a treat means in this city! and fancy the
sparkling eyes of the little chaps! What can I do to help?
Plenty of things, if you have leisure and inclination.
I certainly have the inclination, and I'll make the leisure.
How many are there to go?
The gentleman produced the ever-ready pad and pencil, and aided by
Lionel's suggestions made a list. It was a pretty big list, and Miss
Lucy wondered if suitable vehicles could be obtained.
Surely. Only it should be settled at once. Others besides us will
be thinking of big sleighing parties. Moreover, if this sunshine holds
the snow will not last long. When would you like to give the ride?
When would be best?
This afternoon, broke in Lionel eagerly, and his friend the
So soon? Could it be arranged?
Yes, indeed. Easilyif at all.
The lady laughed. You newspaper people take my breath away with
your promptness. I'm so used to thinking things over a long while. But
I like it, I like it. I feel waked up by it.
We newspaper folk don't have much time to 'think over' anything, do
we, Tows? asked the gentleman of his fellow-laborer; and the lad
flushed with delight at this gay acceptance of himself into the
No. Say, Miss Lucy, while we're waiting for that man, couldn't I
run down to the store and telephone for the sleighs?
You? Youyou, child? Could you do that?
Of course. Why not?
Youare so young.
Oh, I've been around! said the newsboy, airily.
I'll do it myself, Tows. I think Miss Armacost would be better
satisfied, and I'd be surer myself, interrupted the reporter. You
see, lad, it's her picnic.
Ooh! I thought it was ours.
So it is. Belongs to all of us.
The gentleman hurried away; and the moment he did so the bell began
again to ring. Towsley, and even Molly, looked frightened, but Miss
Lucy was now able to laugh at the incident; and when Molly asked,
Do you suppose it could be a ghost, after all? she replied
No, indeed. But what the gentleman said has reminded me of
something else. It must be a 'picnic,' after all. It wouldn't do to
take those hungry lads for a ride in the sharp air and then give them
nothing to eat afterward. They will have to be fed. We will have to
hunt up a caterer and hire a hall, I suppose, and
Miss Armacost's face expressed the fact that she was undertaking a
vast enterprise, and was rather frightened now by her own temerity.
Oh! I'll tell you! cried Molly eagerly.
Tell what, child?
The boarding-house woman! She's the checker!
She's the one to feed them! Oh! please! It would be so splendid for
her, She's so poor, and has such trouble to pay rent and keep going.
She is too generous for her own good, father says, and keeps her house
too well. She would cook for them and they could eat in her big
dining-room. There'd be plenty of room, for she takes 'mealers' extra.
Oh! if you say so I'll run and call her over. Do you?
Miss Armacost felt, for one brief moment, as if she were being
turned out of her own abode. When she decided to adopt Towsley, she did
not decide to open her doors to the whole of Side Street, or even
Newspaper Square. Yet here she was, shethe aristocratic Lucy
Armacost, who had hitherto associated with nobody whose pedigree could
not match her own for length and distinctionhere was she, consorting
with newsboys, reporters, daughters of plumbers, boarding-house women,
and what not! What was worse, according to her past ideas, she had
never felt so interested, so warm and comfortable in her heart, in
short so human as she did now. So, after that brief interval of
reflection, she turned toward the bright-eyed Molly and nodded gayly:
Run, my dear, and ask the lady if she can step over here for a
little while. When the gentleman returns and we learn about the stages,
we will hold a general consultation and get everything settled.
As if in emphasis of her decision again, just then, the door-bell
gave another of its mysterious rings; but to all who heard it there
seemed something quite joyous and full of anticipation in the peal.
They all tuned the sound, in fact, to their own happy thoughts.
Molly laughed and dashed out of the house; Lionel brought a stool
and sat by Miss Lucy's feet, and even old Jefferson ventured across
from the stable to warm himself at the kitchen range, and,
incidentally, to ask if his mistress needed anything.
Yes, Jefferson, we need your voice in counsel. I have friends with
me this morning. A gentleman, a reporter from the Express
office; a lady from Side Street is expected, and 'Jolly Molly';
besides, your young master here. We are all planning to give a big
sleigh-ride to all the poor boys in town, or nearly all; and as you
know the prettiest and safest drives about the country, you might tell
us where to go. You see, after a turn in the park, I think they'll all
enjoy a regular country ride. Away and away, where there are evergreens
that they may break, if they choose, and holly bushes bright with
berries, that are not prohibited like private property. You are to take
the horses and our own sleigh and Molly's mother and Molly,
whilewell, I'll hunt up somebody to look after the twins while
they're gone; andhere comes the gentleman back, and that must be the
electrician he is bringing with him.
I've 'phoned for the sleighs and engaged enough to carry all the
boys in the city; but we can't have them till to-morrow! cried the
reporter gayly. If I've gone beyond your limit, I'll help foot the
bill. Or I and the other men at the office; I know I can pledge for
them a share of the expense. This is our electricianand, if you
please, I'll just go down with him and find out what happens. I'm
always interested to 'see things.'
In a few moments there came out from that lower space where the two
men were working a hearty peal of laughter; and eager to impart the
solution of the ghost story, the reporter rejoined them.
Mice! Just mice'and nothing more!' quoted the amused Mr. Graham.
Mice! How in the world could mice ring an electric bell?
asked Miss Armacost, as greatly astonished as relieved.
Much more easily than any other kind.
Then he went on to explain something about insulations, gnawing,
running across and completing the circuit, and a deal more of
technical description, which confused Miss Lucy quite as much as it did
all the others who heard it.
Well, declared the lady, after vainly trying to comprehend what
seemed so exceedingly simple to Mr. Graham and the electrician, I
don't care at all about all that. Since it's only a mouse, let's forget
that subject and get on to a more interesting oneour picnic
sleigh-ride. Here come Molly and a lady; I suppose the one who is to
help us feed our guests.
It was all very quickly settled, as everything is into which the
heart really enters; the happy boarding-house keeper started for market
with injunctions from Miss Armacost to spare no expense and select the
best, and quite sure in her own heart that her labor would be well
paid for. Besides, she was so kindly herself that, had there been no
remuneration for her services, she would gladly have given them. Being
a fine cook, and now assured that she would not have to pinch
anywhere or run herself into the dreaded debt, she went to work with
a will; and the stall-keepers down at Lexington Market fairly opened
their eyes at the orders she gave with such a lavish hand.
Newsboys? sleigh-ride? free dinner afterward? Well, of course we'll
help. No; don't take that turkey. It's an old one. Here; I'll pick out
a lot for you. How many? My sake! That is a heap, indeed! Well, you
just go across and get your cranberries and celery and other stuff, and
I'll send my wagon up with you to carry the whole business.
Wonderful, how one generous deed begets another! thought the happy
woman, whose face had lost its chronic expression of worriment, and who
thought nothing of the hours she would have to spend over a hot range,
since her doing so was to help in gladdening the hearts of earth's
unfortunate little ones.
If the snow will only last! cried Molly Johns, as she took a last
peep out of the window on the evening before the sleigh-ride day, as
it was ever after designated.
Oh! it will last, lassie, answered father Johns, cheerily. Get
you to bed, my child, and to sleep, if you can. What honors have we
come to, in our humble Side Street! and all because of a little
kindness in the first place. Here are mother and you to go sleighing in
a grand equipage, with feathers flying and a mortal-proud coachy on the
front seat, heading a procession of the wildest, happiest youngsters in
the world. Get you to bed, daughter, without a fear. Do you suppose the
dear Lord will let anything arise to prevent the joy He has planned for
the morrow? No, indeed.
Nothing did arise. At twelve o'clock precisely, because that was the
warmest, sunniest hour of the day, the big, big sleigh which had to be
drawn by eight gray horses, it was so long and awkward, drew into place
in Newspaper Square. There were other sleighs, too, and every one was
heaped with robes and blankets; so that the little half-clad youngsters
who were to ride in them should be well protected from the cold. There
were horns and trumpetsWhat is a ride without a trumpet? demanded
reporter Graham, who provided the rackety thingsand bells and baskets
of sandwiches, just to keep one contented till the great dinner came
So they started, and old Jefferson forgot to be a trifle haughty, as
he realized that he was the leader of that happy, happy procession. Be
sure he led them a lovely road all about the charming park, and then
far beyond, into the open country, where the boys begged to be tumbled
out into a snow-drift for a regular pitched battle.
The halt was made, for who could refuse such a petition from a lad
on his first sleigh-ride? And for as long as the careful drivers would
permit their horses to stand, the snowballs flew through the air, and
the countryside was made to ring with the wild sport and laughter. All
this but aided appetite; and when at last the ride ended in astonished
Side Street, before the doorway of the boarding mistress, every newsboy
was so hungry he declared he could eat his hat.
Well, you won't have to! cried somebody.
There was Doctor Frank, as sure as could be! He wasn't to be left
out of any such good times if he could help it. It was he, with Mr.
Graham, who marshalled the lads into something like order and planted
them all over the boarding mistress' house, wherever a spot could be
found for them to sit. But, if you please, Mr. Graham kept that
tell-tale pad of his right handy, and between whiles how he would
write! For he meant that a thoroughly interesting and inspiring account
of the day should be in that very night's paper.
So that others may go and do likewise! he thought, and for once
without the least concern how much space he could occupy and be paid
At last it was all over. Everybody had eaten as much as he desired,
and the big sleighs came round to convey the lads back to Newspaper
Square, to the old lives of labor and, alas! poverty; but which were to
be far brighter, for a long time to come, because of that one day's
In the cheery back parlor, that evening, Miss Lucy assembled a
little group of people. There were father Johns, and Doctor Frank, and
Mr. Graham; besides Molly and TowsleyI mean Lionelsitting cosily
together on one of the very same satin sofas of which, such a little
while before, they had both been afraid.
With a slight hesitation, Miss Lucy began:
I believe that this has been the happiest day of my life. I hope it
is a happiness which will continue, because it is the beginning of a
life for others. But I wish to make that life as wise as possible. I am
afraid of mistakes. I want your advice; the advice of every one here
present. I mean to adopt this boy, Towsleythe new Lionel Armacost.
Tell me, friends, how best can I rear him to be a blessing to his
For a moment nobody answered; then said father Johns, in his wise,
Since our boy here is to be the beneficiary, let us hear his idea
of what he would think best.
Right, right! said the reporter, who had faith in all his craft.
Well, am I to tell? asked the once shy newsboy eagerly.
Yes, indeed. Tell freely, exactly; without a particle of
Yes, my dear, what would you like your future to be?
Well, then, Miss Lucy, I would like first of all to live right here
with you and to make you as happy, to take as good care of you, as I
can. But I wouldn't like to do it all alone! I'd like to have some
other fellows here, too. As many as you could afford to take. I'd like
each one to learn just what he likes. There's the Bugler. He's just
chock full of tunes. If he had a chance he might make beautiful music
some day, like them big duffers what wrote the operas, you know. I'd
give him music lessons if I could. I'd have Battles taught to be a
regular soldier or sailor. He's forever in a row, and he'd ought to do
the right kind of fighting, hadn't he?
Very sensibly put, Tows; go on, urged the reporter.
Shiner's a whittler. He's always cutting things in the door frames
and buildings, and getting scolded by the folks that own them. He ought
to be a carpenter and whittle something worth while. Therethere are
othersbut I guess I'm planning too much.
Not a bit, my dear. Yet you say nothing of yourself. What would you
like to become, Lionel?
I'd like to learn everything; and when I grow up I'll write
for a paper!
It was such a characteristic wish that all the company laughed. Then
remarked father Johns:
I reckon, Miss Armacost, that the lad's idea of a 'home,' an
'asylum,' is a place where poor children can be taught to become useful
bread-winners. Apparently, he doesn't think a life of rich idleness can
be the happiest.
I know! cried Molly eagerly. The very thing that first brought
him here. Dear little Towsley wants to divide his skates!
Miss Lucy laughedsuch a merry, heart-young laugh, that everybody
forgot her hair was white and laughed with her.
That's it, Molly; that's just it! We want to share our blessings.
We will divide our skates, my dear; and we'll begin right away.
All that my little Lionel has pointed out shall certainly be done. This
shall become a 'home' indeed; a home of busy thrift, and hard study,
and joyous life, and open generosity. Towsley's experienceof his few
years, shall piece the inexperience of my many; and together, giving of
each other to each other, we will make this a model, practical 'home.'
Aye, aye. So you will, so you will, never fear, assured father
Johns cheerily. And so they did.