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me, but I'll wait a week for you." "Oh, don't trouble yourself," said the landlady, sarcastically; "I don't want to disappoint anybody else. Can you pay me this morning?" "I'll have the money in a day or two." "You needn't come back to dinner unless you bring the money to pay your bill. I can't afford to give you your board." Mr. Martin rose and left the house, understanding pretty clearly that he couldn't return. On reaching the street, he opened his pocket-book, and ascertained that twelve cents were all it contained. This small amount was not likely to last very long. He decided to go to New York, having no further inducements to keep him in Brooklyn. Something might turn up, he reasoned, in the shiftless manner characteristic of him. Jumping upon a passing car, he rode down to Fulton Ferry, and crossed in the boat to the New York side, thus expending for travelling expenses eight cents. Supposing that Rufus still sold papers in front of the "Tribune" office, he proceeded to Printing House Square, and looked around for him; but he was nowhere to be seen. "Who you lookin' for, gov'nor?" inquired a boot-black, rather short of stature, but with an old-looking face. "Aint you the boy that went home with me Wednesday?" asked Martin, to whom Ben Gibson's face looked familiar. "S'posin' I am?" "Have you seen a newsboy they call Rough and Ready, this morning?" "Yes, I seed him." "Where is he? Has he sold all his papers?" "He's giv' up sellin' papers, and gone into business on Wall Street." "Don't you try to fool me, or I'll give you a lickin'," said Martin, sternly. [Illustration: "DON'T YOU TRY TO FOOL ME."] "Thank you for your kind offer," said Ben, "but lickings don't agree with my constitution." "Why don't you tell me the truth then?" "I did." "You said Rufus had gone into business in Wall Street." "So he has. A rich cove's taken a fancy to him, and adopted him as a office-boy." "How much does he pay him?" asked Martin, considering whether there would be any chance of getting some money out of his step-son. "Not knowin' can't say," replied Ben; "but he's just bought two pocket-books to hold his wages in." "You're a humbug!" said Martin, indignantly. "What's the man's name he works for?" "It's painted in big letters on the sign. You can't miss it." James Martin considered, for an instant, whether it would be best to give Ben a thrashing, but the approach of a poli
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