CHAPTER IX.
AN ADVENTURE IN A FIFTH AVENUE STAGE.
MARK did not fail to call at Mr. Rockwell's office during the followingweek.
Nichols, the clerk, who had already shown a friendly interest in him,received him kindly.
"Mr. Rockwell is still confined at his house," he said. "The affair oflast week was a great shock to him, and, not being a strong man, he isquite prostrated."
"I am sorry to hear it," said Mark in a tone of sympathy, "but I am notsurprised. That is what I read in the papers. Still, as I was asked tocall at the office, I have done so."
"I am glad to see you. I hope you are getting along well."
"Oh yes, fairly well."
"How do you like being a telegraph messenger?"
"It will do very well for a boy, but it leads to nothing. I wish I couldget into some position where I would be promoted."
"That will come after a while, if you show yourself faithful andreliable."
The next day Mark had a surprise. Walking past the Metropolitan Hotel,not far from Houston Street, he saw a boy just leaving the hotel whoseface and figure were familiar.
"Edgar Talbot!" he exclaimed in surprise.
"Oh, it's you, is it?" said Edgar, turning at the call.
"Yes; how do you happen to visit New York again so soon?"
"We are going to move to New York," answered Edgar. "Father feels thatSyracuse is too small a place for a man of his business ability," headded in a consequential tone.
"Are you going to live at the hotel?"
"No. We shall live in a nice flat up town, near the Park."
This was news indeed. Mark felt no interest in any of the family exceptin Mrs. Talbot, his mother's sister, who alone of all displayed afriendly regard for her poor relatives.
"Mother will be glad to hear of it," he said.
"Why?"
"Because your mother is her only sister, and she will like to call onher."
"Look here!" said Edgar. "I hope you don't expect to be on visitingterms at our house."
"Why not? You are my own cousin, aren't you?"
"Yes, I suppose so," answered Edgar, making the admission grudgingly,"but of course there is a great difference in our social positions."
"You mean that you are rich and we are poor?"
"Yes, that's about the size of it."
"I don't care a particle about seeing you, but my mother will be glad tosee her sister."
"Oh, well! Mother can call at your--tenement house, now and then, but itwould be better that none of you should call on us."
"Why?"
"Because we wouldn't like to let the servants know that we have suchpoor relations."
"Do you say this on your own account, or did your father tell you this?"said Mark indignantly.
"I know that is the way he feels."
"I don't believe Aunt Mary feels so."
Just then a boy approached whom Edgar seemed to know.
"Good morning," he said hurriedly. "I have an engagement."
Mark felt that he was dismissed, and kept on his way. He hardly knewwhether to be glad or sorry that his uncle's family was coming to NewYork. He did not care for Edgar's companionship, nor did he expect toget any of it, but he knew that his mother would like to meet her sisteroccasionally.
About the middle of the afternoon he found himself riding in a FifthAvenue stage. The stage was tolerably full. Directly opposite Mark satan old lady richly dressed, whose means were evidently large. Next toher sat a flashily dressed young man, on whose bosom glittered whatmight be a valuable diamond stud, conspicuous for its size. He had adiamond ring on his finger, and might easily be mistaken for a banker'sson.
All at once Mark noticed some suspicious movements which led him tothink that the young man might be quite different from what he appeared.A moment later he saw the young man's hand dive into the old lady's sidepocket. Directly afterwards he rose and pulled the strap for the stageto stop. Mark realized that a robbery had taken place. He rose andplaced himself between the young man and the door.
"Madam," he said to the old lady, "I think you have been robbed. Feel inyour pockets and see."
The old lady, startled, followed Mark's advice.
"My pocketbook is gone!" she said nervously.
"Out of the way, boy!" cried the young man. "I have to get out here."
"Not yet," answered Mark firmly. "Give back the lady's pocketbook."
"Why, you insolent young rascal! What do you mean?"
"I mean just what I say."
"You have insulted me, and I will horsewhip you!" exclaimed the rogue inassumed virtuous indignation.
He seized Mark by the shoulder and was about to thrust him forciblyaside, when a stout, thick-set man rose and ranged himself by Mark'sside.
"Young man," he said, "give back the pocketbook as the boy tells you."
"I have no pocketbook."
As he spoke he dexterously dropped it to the floor of the stage.
"Here's your pocketbook, ma'am," said a nurse girl, picking it up.
"Thank you!" responded the old lady, relieved.
"What did I tell you?" exclaimed the dude triumphantly. "Boy, you're toofresh! I am a young man of high family. It is most ridiculous to chargeme with stealing."
"I saw you with your hand in the lady's pocket," said Mark calmly.
"It's a lie! But I ought not to be surprised. I know you now. You weresent to the Island last summer for stealing. I remember seeing you ontrial at Jefferson Market police court."
Suspicious glances were directed at Mark, for most people are inclinedto believe evil of their neighbors--but the stout man only laughed.
"That is too thin, my friend!" he said. "Of course your motive inbringing a charge against this boy is plain.
"Let me out, sir!" stormed the crook.
"Madam, do you wish to bring a charge against this man?"
"No, let him go. I've got my pocketbook back, and that's all I want."
The stout man turned aside, and the adventurer sprang out of the stageand dashed down Thirty-Ninth Street in the direction of Third Avenue.
"I'm very much obliged to you, boy," said the old lady. "Did you reallysee that young man take my pocketbook?"
"I saw him with his hand in your pocket."
"I'm so sorry. He seemed so nicely dressed, too. I thought he belongedto a rich family."
The stout man laughed.
"My dear madam," he said, "the young men connected with our bestfamilies don't dress as flashily as your late companion. He is probablya professional pickpocket. Did you have much money with you?"
"Over a hundred dollars. I was going down town to pay a bill."
"Then you ought to be much obliged to this boy for detecting the thief."
"I am," said the old lady earnestly. "Here, take this," she continued,and she drew a five-dollar bill from her pocketbook.
Mark hung back.
"No, thank you!" he said. "I don't want any pay for that."
"Give me your name and address, then."
Mark had a business card in his pocket, and wrote his name and addressupon it.
"Give me your name and address too," said the gentleman who had provedso valuable an ally. "I may need your services some time."
"I don't think I have another card, sir."
"Then take one of mine."
Mark glanced at the card offered him.
HENRY SWAN. Watches, Diamonds, Jewelry. No. 1851/2 Broadway.
"Were that young man's diamonds bought at your store," asked Mark,smiling.
"They were only paste. They might deceive a novice, but I saw throughthem at once. But I must bid you good morning. I have to make a call atthe Fifth Avenue Hotel."
A few blocks farther on the old lady got out.
Mark assisted her to the street.
"You're a very polite boy," she said. "You've done me a great favor. Youhad better take the five dollars I offered you."
"No, thank
you, madam. I will wait till I have a chance to do youanother service."
He did not resume his seat in the stage, having an errand on EighteenthStreet. As he was passing Lord & Taylor's store, he heard his namecalled.
Turning in some surprise he saw Maud Gilbert, the young lady he hadescorted to Daly's Theater, leaving the store.
"How do you do, Mark?" she said, extending her hand with a smile.
"Very well, thank you, Miss Gilbert."
"Didn't I see your picture in the _Evening Globe_ a short time since?"
"Yes, I believe so," answered Mark, blushing.
"In connection with Mr. Rockwell, the banker?"
"Yes."
"You have become quite a hero. I concluded it was you and I felt quiteproud to think I knew you. Did I tell you that I had a brother aboutyour age?"
"No, Miss Gilbert."
"I have, and he is home on a vacation from Exeter Academy. If you haveno engagement on Thursday evening call and I will introduce you."
"I shall be delighted to do so Miss----"
"Maud," suggested the young lady smiling.
"Miss Maud. Thank you for the invitation. I will come."