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"G.o.d bless you!" uttered the man, seizing the coin.
"What'll you have?" asked the barkeeper.
"Anything the money will buy."
A gla.s.s of lager was placed in his hands and eagerly quaffed. Then he went up to the table and ate almost ravenously, Julius bearing him company.
"G.o.d bless you, boy!" he said. "May you never know what it is to be hungry and without a penny in your pocket!"
"I've knowed it more'n once," said Julius.
"Have you--already? Poor boy! What do you do for a living?"
"Sometimes one thing--sometimes another," said Julius. "I'm blackin'
boots now."
"So I am relieved by the charity of a bootblack," murmured the other, thoughtfully. "The boy has a heart."
"Can't you get nothin' to do?" asked Julius, out of curiosity.
"Yes, yes, enough to do, but no money," said the other.
"Look here," said the barkeeper, "don't you eat all there is on the table. That won't pay on a five-cent drink--that won't."
He had some cause for speaking, for the man, who was almost famished, had already eaten heartily. He desisted as he heard these words, and turned to go out.
"I feel better," he said. "I was very weak when I came in. Thank you, my boy," and he offered his hand to Julius, which the latter took readily.
"It ain't nothin'," he said, modestly.
"To me it is a great deal. I hope we shall meet again."
Street boy as he was, Julius had found some one more dest.i.tute than himself, and out of his own poverty he had relieved the pressing need of another. It made him feel lighter-hearted than usual. It was the consciousness of having done a good action, which generally brings its own reward, however trifling it may have been.
Though himself uneducated, he noticed that the man whom he had relieved used better language than was common among those with whom he was accustomed to a.s.sociate, and he wondered how such a man should have become so poor.
"I don't want to see that man again," said the barkeeper. "He spends five cents and eats twenty cents' worth. If all my customers were like that, I should soon have to stop business. Do you know him?"
"Never seed him afore," said Julius.
He shouldered his box and ascended the steps to the sidewalk above. He resolved to look out for business for the next two hours, and then go around to the necktie stand of Paul Hoffman.
CHAPTER XII.
A GOOD ACTION MEETS ITS REWARD.
Paul Hoffman was standing beside his stock in trade, when all at once he heard the question, so common in that neighborhood, "s.h.i.+ne yer boots?"
"I guess not," said Paul, who felt that his income did not yet warrant a daily outlay of ten cents for what he could easily do himself.
"I'll s.h.i.+ne 'em for nothin'," said the boy.
Such a novel proposition induced Paul to notice more particularly the boy who made it.
"Why for nothing?" he asked, in surprise, not recognizing Julius.
"You gave me a dinner yesterday," said Julius.
"Are you the boy?" asked Paul, with interest.
"I'm the one," answered Julius. "Will you have a s.h.i.+ne?"
"I don't want any pay for the dinner," said Paul. "You're welcome to it."
"I'd rather give you a s.h.i.+ne," persisted Julius.
"All right," said Paul, pleased by his grateful spirit, and he put out his foot.
"Won't you let me pay for it?" asked Paul, when the job was finished and his boots were resplendent with a first-cla.s.s polish.
"No," said Julius, hastily drawing back.
"Thank you, then. Have you had good luck this morning?"
"I got four s.h.i.+nes," said Julius.
"I once blacked boots myself, for a little while," said Paul.
"You're doin' better now."
"Yes, I'm doing better now. So will you some day, I hope."
"Do you live in a house on Madison avenue?" asked Julius, abruptly.
"Yes," said Paul, surprised. "Who told you?"
"You take care of the house for a gentleman as has gone to Europe, don't you?"
"How do you know it?" demanded Paul.
"I want to tell you something" said Julius, "only don't you never let on as I told you."
"All right. Go ahead!" said Paul, more and more mystified.
"Ain't there some gold and bonds kept in the house?"