Joes Luck | Page 7

Oscar.
"I'll tell you what you can do," he said, after a pause.
"What?"
"You might buy a boat."

"I shouldn't have any time to use it."
"You might go out with it in the evening. I would look after it in the
daytime."
No doubt this arrangement would be satisfactory to Oscar, who would
reap all the advantage, but Joe did not see it in a favorable light.
"I don't think I should care to buy a boat," he said.
"What do you say to buying a revolver?"
"I think it would be better to put it on interest."
"You'd better get the good of it now. You might die and then what use
would the money be?"
On the way to the deacon's Joe fell in with Seth Larkin.
"Well, my boy, where are you bound?" asked Seth.
"To collect my fortune," said Joe.
Seth asked for an explanation and received it.
"I'm glad for you and I wish it were more."
"So do I," said Joe.
"What for? Anything particular?"
"Yes; if it was enough, I would go to California."
"And you really want to go?"
"Yes. I suppose fifty dollars wouldn't be enough?"
"No; it wouldn't," said Seth; "but I'll tell you what you could do."

"What?"
"Go to New York and keep yourself till you got a chance to work your
passage round the Horn."
"So I might," said Joe, brightening up.
"It wouldn't be easy, but you wouldn't mind that."
"No; I wouldn't mind that."
"Well, if you decide to go, come round and see me to-morrow, and I'll
give you the best advice I can."
The deacon opposed Joe's plan, but in vain. Our hero had made up his
mind. Finally the old man counted out the money and Joe put it in an
old wallet.
The nest thing was to give Major Norton warning.
"Major Norton," said Joe, "I should like to have you get another boy in
my place."
"What, Joe?" exclaimed the major.
"I am going to leave town."
"Where are you going?" asked his employer.
"First to New York and afterwards to California."
"Well, I declare! Is it because you ain't satisfied with your clothes?"
"No, sir. I don't see much prospect for me if I stay here and I have
heard a good deal about California."
"But you haven't got any money."
"I have almost sixty dollars."

"Oh, yes; Oscar told me. You'd better stay here."
"No, sir; I have made up my mind."
"You'll come back in a month without a cent."
"If I do, I'll go to work again for you."
Monday morning came. Clad in his Sunday suit of cheap and rough
cloth, Joe stood on the platform at the depot. The cars came up, he
jumped aboard, and his heart beat with exultation as he reflected that he
had taken the first step toward the Land of Gold.
CHAPTER V
AT THE COMMERCIAL HOTEL.
Joe had never been in New York and when he arrived the bustle and
confusion at first bewildered him.
"Have a hack, young man?" inquired a jehu.
"What'll you charge?"
"A dollar and a half, and half-a-dollar for your baggage."
"This is all the baggage I have," said Joe, indicating a bundle tied in a
red cotton handkerchief.
"Then, I'll only charge a dollar and a half," said the hackman.
"I'll walk," said Joe. "I can't afford to pay a dollar and a half."
"You can't walk; it's too far."
"How far is it?"
"Ten miles, more or less," answered the hackman.

"Then I shall save fifteen cents a mile," said Joe, not much alarmed, for
he did not believe the statement.
"If you lose your way, don't blame me."
Joe made his way out of the crowd, and paused at the corner of the next
street for reflection. Finally he stopped at an apple and peanut stand,
and, as a matter of policy, purchased an apple.
"I am from the country," he said, "and I want to find a cheap hotel. Can
you recommend one to me?"
"Yes," said the peanut merchant. "I know of one where they charge a
dollar a day."
"Is that cheap? What do they charge at the St. Nicholas?"
"Two dollars a day."
"A day?" asked Joe, in amazement.
It must be remembered that this was over fifty years ago. Joe would
have greater cause to be startled at the prices now asked at our
fashionable hotels.
"Well, you can go to the cheap hotel."
"Where is it?"
The requisite directions were given. It was the Commercial Hotel,
located in a down-town street.
The Commercial Hotel, now passed away, or doing business under a
changed name, was not a stylish inn.
It was rather dark and rather dingy, but Joe did not notice that
particularly. He had never