CHAPTER XII.
MR. LIONEL LAKE AGAIN.
Phil continued his conversation with Ragged Dick, and was much amused byhis quaint way of expressing himself.
When they reached Murray Street, Dick said:
"Follow me. We'll cut across the City Hall Park. It is the shortestway."
Soon they reached the shabby old building with which New Yorkers werethen obliged to be content with as a post-office.
Phil secured the mail matter for Pitkin & Co., and was just aboutleaving the office, when he noticed just ahead of him a figure whichlooked very familiar.
It flashed upon him of a sudden that it was his old train acquaintance,Lionel Lake. He immediately hurried forward and touched his arm.
Mr. Lake, who had several letters in his hand, started nervously, andturned at the touch. He recognized Phil, but appeared not to do so.
"What do you wish, boy?" he asked, loftily.
"I want to speak a word with you, Mr. Lake."
The young man shrugged his shoulders.
"You are mistaken in the person," he said. "My name is not Lake."
"Very likely not," said Phil significantly, "but that's what you calledyourself when we met on the train."
"I repeat, boy, that you are strangely mistaken. My name is"--he pausedslightly--"John Montgomery."
"Just as you please. Whatever your name is, I have a little businesswith you."
"I can't stop. My business is urgent," said Lake.
"Then I will be brief. I lent you five dollars on a ring which Iafterward discovered to be stolen. I want you to return that money."
Mr. Lake looked about him apprehensively, for he did not wish any one tohear what Phil was saying.
"You must be crazy!" he said. "I never saw you before in the wholecourse of my life."
He shook off Phil's detaining hand, and was about to hurry away, butPhil said resolutely:
"You can't deceive me, Mr. Lake. Give me that money, or I will call apoliceman."
Now, it happened that a policeman was passing just outside, and Lakecould see him.
"This is an infamous outrage!" he said, "but I have an importantappointment, and can't be detained. Take the money. I give it to you incharity."
Phil gladly received and pocketed the bank-note, and relinquishing hishold of Mr. Lake, rejoined Dick, who had been an interested eye-witnessof the interview.
"I see you've got pluck," said Dick. "What's it all about?"
Phil told him.
"I ain't a bit s'prised," said Dick. "I could tell by his looks that theman was a skin."
"Well, I'm even with him, at any rate," said Phil.
"Now I'll be getting back to the office. Thank you for your guidance.Here's a quarter."
"You only promised me ten cents."
"It's worth a quarter. I hope to meet you again."
"We'll meet at Astor's next party," said Dick, with a grin. "My invitecame yesterday."
"Mine hasn't come yet," said Phil, smiling.
"Maybe it'll come to-morrow."
"He's a queer chap," thought Phil. "He's fit for something better thanblacking boots. I hope he'll have the luck to get it."
Phil had been detained by his interview with Mr. Lake, but he made upfor it by extra speed, and reached the warehouse in fair time. Afterdelivering the letters he was sent out on another errand, and during theentire day he was kept busy.
Leaving him for the moment we go back to the Pitkin mansion, and listento & conversation between Mr. and Mrs. Pitkin.
"Uncle Oliver is getting more and more eccentric every day," said thelady. "He brought home a boy to lunch to-day--some one whom he hadpicked up in the street."
"Was the boy's name Philip Brent?" asked her husband.
"Yes, I believe so. What do you know about him?" asked the lady insurprise.
"I have engaged him as errand boy."
"You have! What for?" exclaimed Mrs. Pitkin.
"I couldn't help it. He brought a letter from your uncle, requesting meto do so, and offering to pay his wages out of his own pocket."
"This is really getting very serious," said Mrs. Pitkin, annoyed."Suppose he should take a fancy to this boy?"
"He appears to have done so already," said her husband dryly.
"I mean, suppose he should adopt him?"
"You are getting on pretty fast, Lavinia, are you not?"
"Such things happen sometimes," said the lady, nodding. "If it shouldhappen it would be bad for poor Lonny."
"Even in that case Lonny won't have to go to the poor-house."
"Mr. Pitkin, you don't realize the danger. Here's Uncle Oliver worth aquarter of a million dollars, and it ought to be left to us."
"Probably it will be."
"He may leave it all to this boy. This must be prevented."
"How?"
"You must say the boy doesn't suit you, and discharge him."
"Well, well, give me time. I have no objection; but I suspect it will behard to find any fault with him. He looks like a reliable boy."
"To me he looks like an artful young adventurer," said Mrs. Pitkinvehemently. "Depend upon it, Mr. Pitkin, he will spare no pains toingratiate himself into Uncle Oliver's favor."
It will be seen that Mrs. Pitkin was gifted--if it can be called agift--with a very suspicious temperament. She was mean and grasping, andcould not bear the idea of even a small part of her uncle's money goingto any one except her own family. There was, indeed, another whoserelationship to Uncle Oliver was as close--a cousin, who had estrangedher relatives by marrying a poor bookkeeper, with whom she had gone toMilwaukee. Her name was never mentioned in the Pitkin household, andMrs. Pitkin, trusting to the distance between them, did not apprehendany danger from this source. Had she known Rebecca Forbush was evennow in New York, a widow with one child, struggling to make a living bysewing and taking lodgers, she would have felt less tranquil. Butshe knew nothing of all this, nor did she dream that the boy whom shedreaded was the very next day to make the acquaintance of this despisedrelation.
This was the way that it happened:
Phil soon tired of the room he had taken in Fifth Street. It was notneatly kept, and was far from comfortable. Then again, he found thatthe restaurants, cheap as they were, were likely to absorb about all hissalary, though the bill-of-fare was far from attractive.
Chance took him through a side-street, between Second and Third Avenues,in the neighborhood of Thirteenth Street.
Among the three and four-story buildings that lined the block was oneframe-house, two-story-and-basement, on which he saw a sign, "Boardfor Gentlemen." He had seen other similar signs, but his attention wasspecially drawn to this by seeing a pleasant-looking woman enter thehouse with the air of proprietor. This woman recalled to Philip his ownmother, to whom she bore a striking resemblance.
"I would like to board with one whose face recalled that of my dear deadmother," thought Phil, and on the impulse of the moment, just after thewoman had entered, he rang the door-bell.
The door was opened almost immediately by the woman he had just seenenter.
It seemed to Phil almost as if he were looking into his mother's face,and he inquired in an unsteady voice:
"Do you take boarders?"
"Yes," was the answer. "Won't you step in?"
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