The Store Boy
By Horatio Alger, Jr.

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Chapter X - Ben Goes to New York

Pentonville was thirty-five miles distant from New York, and the fare was a dollar, but an excursion ticket, carrying a passenger both ways, was only a dollar and a half. Ben calculated that his extra expenses, including dinner, might amount to fifty cents, thus making the cost of the trip two dollars. This sum, small as it was, appeared large both to Ben and his mother. Some doubts about the expediency of the journey suggested themselves to Mrs. Barclay.

“Do you think you had better go, Ben?” she said doubtfully. “Two dollars would buy you some new stockings and handkerchiefs.”

“I will do without them, mother. Something has got to be done, or we shall be turned into the street when three months are up. Squire Davenport is a very selfish man, and he will care nothing for our comfort or convenience.”

“That is true,” said the widow, with a sigh. “If I thought your going to New York would do any good, I would not grudge you the money–”

“Something will turn up, or I will turn up something,” said Ben confidently.

When he asked Mr. Crawford for a day off, the latter responded: “Yes, Ben, I think I can spare you, as Monday is not a very busy day. Would you be willing to do an errand for me?”

“Certainly Mr. Crawford, with pleasure.”

“I need a new supply of prints. Go to Stackpole & Rogers, No. –– White Street, and select me some attractive patterns. I shall rely upon your taste.”

“Thank you, sir,” said Ben, gratified by the compliment.

He received instructions as to price and quantity, which he carefully noted down.

“As it will save me a journey, not to speak of my time, I am willing to pay your fare one way.”

“Thank you, sir; you are very kind.”

Mr. Crawford took from the money drawer a dollar, and handed it to Ben.

“But I buy an excursion ticket, so that my fare each way will be but seventy-five cents.”

“Never mind, the balance will go toward your dinner.”

“There, mother, what do you say now?” said Ben, on Saturday night. “Mr. Crawford is going to pay half my expenses, and I am going to buy some goods for him.”

“I am glad he reposes so much confidence in you, Ben. I hope you won’t lose his money.”

“Oh, I don’t carry any. He buys on thirty days. All I have to do is to select the goods.”

“Perhaps it is for the best that you go, after all,” said Mrs. Barclay. “At any rate, I hope so.”

At half-past seven o’clock on Monday morning Ben stood on the platform of the Pentonville station, awaiting the arrival of the train.

“Where are you going?” said a voice.

Ben, turning, saw that it was Tom Davenport who had spoken.

“I am going to New York,” he answered briefly.

“Has Crawford discharged you?”

“Why do you ask? Would you like to apply for the position?” asked Ben coolly.

“Do you think I would condescend to be a grocer’s boy?” returned Tom disdainfully.

“I don’t know.”

“If I go into business it will be as a merchant.”

“I am glad to hear it.”

“You didn’t say what you were going to New York for?”

“I have no objection to tell you, as you are anxious to know; I am going to the city to buy goods.”

Tom looked not only amazed, but incredulous.

“That’s a likely story,” said he, after a pause.

“It is a true story.”

“Do you mean to say Crawford trusts you buy goods for him?”

“So it seems.”

“He must be getting weak-headed.”

“Suppose you call and give him that gratifying piece of information.”

Just then the train came thundering up, and Ben jumped aboard. Tom Davenport looked after him with a puzzled glance.

“I wonder whether that boy tells the truth,” he said to himself. “He thinks too much of himself, considering what he is.”

It never occurred to Tom that the remark would apply even better to him than the boy he was criticising. As a rule we are the last to recognize our own faults, however quick we may be to see the faults of others.

Two hours later Ben stood in front of the large dry-goods jobbing house of Stackpole & Rogers, in White Street.

He ascended the staircase to the second floor, which was very spacious and filled with goods in great variety.

“Where is the department of prints?” he inquired of a young man near the door.

He was speedily directed and went over at once. He showed the salesman in charge a letter from Mr. Crawford, authorizing him to select a certain amount of goods.

“You are rather a young buyer,” said the salesman, smiling.

“It is the first time I have served in that way,” said Ben modestly; “but I know pretty well what Mr. Crawford wants.”

Half an hour was consumed in making his selections.

“You have good taste,” said the salesman, “judging from your selections.”

“Thank you.”

“If you ever come to the city to look for work, come here, and I will introduce you to the firm.”

“Thank you. How soon can you ship the goods?”

“I am afraid not to-day, as we are very busy. Early next week we will send them.”

His business concluded, Ben left the store and walked up to Broadway. The crowded thoroughfare had much to interest him. He was looking at a window when someone tapped him on the shoulder.

It was a young man foppishly attired, who was smiling graciously upon him.

“Why, Gus Andre,” he said, “when did you come to town, and how did you leave all the folks in Bridgeport?”

“You have made a mistake,” said Ben.

“Isn’t your name Gus Andre?”

“No, it is Ben Barclay, from Pentonville.”

“I really beg your pardon. You look surprisingly like my friend Gussie.”

Five minutes later there was another tap on our hero’s shoulder, as he was looking into another window, and another nicely dressed young man said heartily: “Why, Ben, my boy, when did you come to town?”

“This morning,” answered Ben. “You seem to know me, but I can’t remember you.”

“Are you not Ben Barclay, of Pentonville.”

“Yes, but––”

“Don’t you remember Jim Fisher, who passed part of the summer, two years since, in your village?”

“Where were you staying?” asked Ben.

It was the other’s turn to looked confused.

“At–the Smiths’,” he answered, at random.

“At Mrs. Roxana Smith’s?” suggested Ben.

“Yes, yes,” said the other eagerly, “she is my aunt.”

“Is she?” asked Ben, with a smile of amusement, for he had by this time made up his mind as to the character of his new friend. “She must be proud of her stylish nephew. Mrs. Smith is a poor widow, and takes in washing.”

“It’s some other Smith,” said the young man, discomfited.

“She is the only one by that name in Pentonville.”

Jim Fisher, as he called himself, turned upon his heel and left Ben without a word. It was clear that nothing could be made out of him.

Ben walked all the way up Broadway, as far as Twenty-first Street, into which he turned, and walked eastward until he reached Gramercy Park, opposite which Lexington Avenue starts. In due time he reached the house of Mr. Absalom Peters, and, ascending the steps, he rang the bell.

“Is Mr. Peters in?” he asked of the servant who answered the bell.


“Will he be in soon?”

“I guess not. He sailed for Europe last week.”

Ben’s heart sank within him. He had hoped much from Mr. Peters, before whom he meant to lay all the facts of his mother’s situation. Now that hope was crushed.

He turned and slowly descended the steps.

“There goes our last chance of saving the house,” he said to himself sadly.


Chapter I - Ben Barclay Meets a Tramp  •  Chapter Ii - Ben and His Mother  •  Chapter III - Mrs. Barclay’s Callers  •  Chapter IV - Unpleasant Business  •  Chapter V - Professor Harrington’s Entertainment  •  Chapter VI - Two Young Rivals  •  Chapter VII - the Tramp Makes Another Call  •  Chapter VIII - Squire Davenport’s Financial Operation  •  Chapter IX - A Prospect of Trouble  •  Chapter X - Ben Goes to New York  •  Chapter XI - the Madison Avenue Stage  •  Chapter XII - Ben’s Luck  •  Chapter XIII - A Startling Event  •  Chapter XIV - Ben Shows Himself a Hero  •  Chapter XV - Ben Loses His Place  •  Chapter XVI - Ben Finds Temporary Employment  •  Chapter XVII - What the Letter Contained  •  Chapter XVIII - Farewell to Pentonville  •  Chapter XIX - a Cool Reception  •  Chapter XX - Entering Upon His Duties  •  Chapter XXI - At the Theater  •  Chapter XXII - a Mysterious Letter  •  Chapter XXIII - Ben’s Visit to Thirty-First Street  •  Chapter XXIV - Ben On Trial  •  Chapter XXV - Conrad Takes a Bold Step  •  Chapter XXVI - Mr. Lynx, the Detective  •  Chapter XXVII - The Telltale Ticket  •  Chapter XXVIII - Mrs. Hill’s Malice  •  Chapter XXIX - Some Unexpected Changes  •  Chapter XXX - Ben “Goes West”  •  Chapter XXXI - Mr. Jackson Receives a Call  •  Chapter XXXII - Ben Sells the Farm  •  Chapter XXXIII - Good News  •  Chapter XXXIV - Conrad Goes Into Wall Street  •  Chapter XXXV - Turning the Tables  •  Chapter XXXVI - A Letter From Rose Gardiner  •  Chapter XXXVII - Ben’s Visit to Pentonville  •