The Newsboy Partners: or, Who Was Dick Box?. Webster Frank V.

The Newsboy Partners: or, Who Was Dick Box? - Webster Frank V.


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about that."

      "Maybe you an' I'll go snooks," proposed Jimmy.

      "We'll see," went on Frank. "Anyhow, we'll be partners to-night. Now come on before the crowd gets away."

      The two boys hurried back across City Hall Park, and, mingling with the crowd that was hurrying toward Brooklyn, they soon disposed of their papers.

      "Here's your money," said Frank, coming up to Jimmy and handing him the change.

      "Keep ten cents fer yerself," proposed Jimmy generously, for he was a good-hearted youth in spite of his rather rough ways.

      "Oh, no. I made a good profit to-day. I offered to help you, and I didn't expect any pay."

      "Ah, g'wan! Take ten cents."

      "If you have so much money to give away, why don't you start an account in the Dime Savings Bank?" proposed Frank.

      "What's de use?" asked Jimmy. "I'd draw it all out ag'in when I was broke. Youse had better take de ten cents."

      "No. I'd rather you'd keep it."

      "Den come on an' take in a movin' picture show," proposed Jimmy. "Dere's a dandy on de Bowery. It's a prize-fight, an' ye kin see de knock-out blow as plain as anyt'ing, Sam Schmidt was tellin' me. Come on. I'll pay yer way in. It's only a nickel."

      "No. I can't go to-night."

      "Why not?"

      "I have to go to evening school. The term closes this week."

      "Aw, cut it out," advised Jimmy. "Come wid me. We'll have a bully time."

      "No, I don't believe I will."

      "Den I am. I'm in luck t'-day. Feller give me a quarter fer showin' him where de Brooklyn Bridge was. He was from de country. Guess he was bug-house."

      "Bug-house? That's a new one on me."

      "Sure, nutty – crazy, ye know, dippy in de lid – off his noodle."

      "You certainly have a choice lot of slang," remarked Frank with a smile as he left Jimmy.

      "Well, den, I'll have t' go t' de show alone," thought the lad. "Let's see how much I've got."

      He counted over his change and found he had more than he expected.

      "Dollar an' seventy-seven cents. Crimps! But I'll buy a pack of cigarettes an' have a swell time. Guess I'll git a bit of grub now, an' den I'll be ready fer de show."

      "Grub" for Jimmy meant supper. He made a substantial meal on some beans, coffee and bread and what passed for butter in one of the cheapest of the Bowery eating-places. This cost him ten cents. He spent five cents for cigarettes, for Jimmy had learned to smoke them at an early age, and did not consider it wrong, as most of his companions indulged in the same habit.

      Puffing on the cigarette, with his hands in his pockets and a comfortable feeling under his belt, Jimmy strolled up the Bowery toward the moving-picture show of the prize-fight. He found a number of persons, including some of his newsboy acquaintances, going in.

      "Hello, Bricks," greeted a lad, giving Jimmy the nickname that had been bestowed on him because of his sandy hair.

      "Hello yerself, Nosey," replied Jimmy, for the other boy had a very big nose which had earned him this title.

      "Goin' in?"

      "Sure."

      "Take me; I'm broke."

      "Come on," invited Jimmy generously, feeling like a small edition of a millionaire. "Have a cigarette?"

      "T'anks. Say, youse must be flush wid de coin."

      "Oh, I made a little t'-day."

      The boys and many grown persons entered the amusement place. They were soon deeply interested in the moving pictures of the prize-fight, yelling and shouting as the photographs of the pugilists were thrown on the white screen.

      There were many other moving pictures, the performance lasting over an hour. During a lull, when there was no picture on the screen, Jimmy looked around him. On a seat behind he saw Mike Conroy and Bulldog Smouder, his two enemies of that afternoon.

      "Goin' t' punch me after de show?" asked Mike with a leer.

      "Aw, cheese it," advised Jimmy. "I'll git square wid youse somehow."

      There was no time for further talk, as another picture was shown and the boys were absorbed in that. Jimmy could hear Bulldog and Mike whispering back of him, but he paid no attention to them.

      When the show was over and Jimmy was out in the street, Nosey having left him, he began to think of where he should spend the night. This was something he usually left until the last moment.

      "Guess I'll treat meself t' a good ten-cent bed t'-night," he said, lighting another cigarette. "What's de use of havin' money if youse can't spend it?"

      He put his hand in the pocket where he kept his change. To his surprise his fingers met with no jingling coins.

      "Dat's queer," he remarked. "Where's me dough?"

      He felt in another pocket. Then in all of them in turn.

      "Stung!" he exclaimed. "Some guy has pinched all me coin an' I'm dead broke. I had a dollar an' fifty-two cents left an' now I ain't got a red. Me luck certainly has shook me. What's t' be done?"

      CHAPTER III

      A BOX FOR A BED

      For some time Jimmy stood still in the street. The brilliantly-lighted Bowery stretched away in either direction; a throng of persons, mostly bent on such pleasure as the place afforded, were traveling up and down. No one paid any attention to the friendless newsboy.

      "Well, dis is certainly tough luck!" exclaimed Jimmy. "An hour ago I had enough t' live on fer a week, an' now I ain't got enough t' git a cup of coffee. I'm hungry, too, an' I was goin' t' have a feed after de show. I wonder what happened t' me money, anyway?"

      Once more he went carefully through his pockets. Some had holes in them, but the one where he had put the change was untorn.

      "It couldn't 'a' fell out," mused Jimmy. "Dere ain't no hole, an' I didn't stand on me head. Say, I'll bet some one picked me pocket – dat's what dey did!"

      Struck with this idea, he paused in his walk downtown, for he had started toward the lower end of the Bowery.

      "Dat's it!" he went on. "Some one swiped me coin, an' I bet I know who done it. Dat Mike Conroy was settin' right back of me. I'll bet he reached over in de dark when I was lookin' at dem pictures an' he swiped it. I t'ought I felt some one pluckin' at me coat, but I didn't have no suspicion it was him. Wait till I see him in de mornin'. I'll go fer him!"

      Then another thought came to the luckless lad. He knew he could not hope to force Mike into giving up the money even if he had stolen it. Nor would an appeal to a policeman do any good. In the first place, a bluecoat would not pay much attention to the complaint of a newsboy, as the lads were always fighting more or less among themselves. And, again, Jimmy had no proof against Mike.

      "Hold on a minute!" exclaimed our hero in his process of thinking out matters. "I had a cent wid a big hole in it. Dat was me lucky pocket piece, and dat's gone, too. Now if I could find out if Mike's got dat, I'd know if he picked me pocket. I wish I was a detective. I'd find out. He's a mean feller, t' take every cent I had. Now what am I goin' t' do fer a place t' sleep? I guess it's de docks or a box fer mine t'-night," he added with a sigh. "Dere ain't no tick at de bunk house, an' dere ain't no use askin' fer it. I've got t' do de best I kin."

      It was not the first time Jimmy had been in such a fix. In fact, it was more frequently this way than any other. In the summer time, which is when this story opens, he often slept out in the open air from choice, and because it saved him the money he would have to spend on a bed. But to-night it was quite cool from the effects of a thundershower that day, and Jimmy thought a place in the lodging-house would be very acceptable.

      He would not have cared so much, but he had set his mind on getting a ten-cent bed out of the money he had so unexpectedly received that day, and now it was a keen disappointment to him.

      Jimmy


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