The Store Boy
By Horatio Alger, Jr.

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Chapter V - Professor Harrington’s Entertainment

Meanwhile Ben Barclay was enjoying himself at Professor Harrington’s entertainment. He was at the Town Hall fifteen minutes before the time, and secured a seat very near the stage, or, perhaps it will be more correct to say, the platform. He had scarcely taken his seat when, to his gratification, Rose Gardiner entered the hall and sat down beside him.

“Good-evening, Ben,” she said pleasantly. “So you came, after all.”

Ben’s face flushed with pleasure, for Rose Gardiner was, as we have said, the prettiest girl in Pentonville, and for this reason, as well as for her agreeable manners, was an object of attraction to the boys, who, while too young to be in love, were not insensible to the charms of a pretty face. I may add that Rose was the niece of the Rev. Mr. Gardiner, the minister of the leading church in the village.

“Good-evening, Rose,” responded Ben, who was too well acquainted with the young lady to address her more formally; “I am glad to be in such company.”

“I wish I could return the compliment,” answered Rose, with a saucy smile.

“Don’t be too severe,” said Ben, “or you will hurt my feelings.”

“That would be a pity, surely; but how do do you happen to get off this evening? I thought you spent your evenings at the store.”

“So I do, generally, but I was excused this evening for a special reason,” and then he told of his adventure with the tramp.

Rose listened with eager attention.

“Weren’t you terribly frightened?” she asked.

“No,” answered Ben, adding, with a smile: “Even if I had been, I shouldn’t like to confess it.”

“I should have been so frightened that I would have screamed," continued the young lady.

“I didn’t think of that,” said Ben, amused. “I’ll remember it next time.”

“Oh, now I know you are laughing at me. Tell me truly, weren’t you frightened?”

“I was only afraid I would lose Mr. Crawford’s money. The tramp was stronger than I, and could have taken it from me if he had known I had it.”

“You tricked him nicely. Where did he go? Do you think he is still in town?”

“He went into the woods. I don’t think he is in the village. He would be afraid of being arrested.”

At that very moment the tramp was in Ben’s kitchen, but of that Ben had no idea.

“I don’t know what I should do if I met him,” said Rose. “You see I came alone. Aunt couldn’t come with me, and uncle, being a minister, doesn’t care for such things.”

“Then I hope you’ll let me see you home,” said Ben gallantly.

“I wouldn’t like to trouble you,” said Rose, with a spice of coquetry. “It will take you out of your way.”

“I don’t mind that,” said Ben eagerly.

“Besides there won’t be any need. You say the tramp isn’t in the village.”

“On second thoughts, I think it very likely he is,” said Ben.

“If you really think so–” commenced Rose, with cunning hesitation.

“I feel quite sure of it. He’s a terrible looking fellow.”

Rose smiled to herself. She meant all the time to accept Ben’s escort, for he was a bright, attractive boy, and she liked his society.

“Then perhaps I had better accept your offer, but I am sorry to give you so much trouble.”

“No trouble at all,” said Ben promptly.

Just then Prof. Harrington came forward and made his introductory speech.

“For my first experiment, ladies and gentlemen,” he said, when this was over, “I should like a pocket handkerchief.”

A countrified-looking young man on the front seat, anxious to share in the glory of the coming trick, produced a flaming red bandanna from his pocket and tendered it with outstretched hand.

“You are very kind,” said the professor, “but this will hardly answer my purpose. I should prefer a linen handkerchief. Will some young lady oblige me?”

“Let him have yours, Rose,” suggested Ben.

Rose had no objection, and it was passed to the professor.

“The young lady will give me leave to do what I please with the handkerchief?” asked the professor.

Rose nodded assent.

“Then,” said the professor, “I will see if it is proof against fire.”

He deliberately unfolded it, crushed it in his hand, and then held it in the flame of a candle.

Rose uttered a low ejaculation.

“That’s the last of your handkerchief, Rose,” said Ben.

“You made me give it to him. You must buy me another,” said the young lady.

“So I will, if you don’t get it back safe.”

“How can I?”

“I don’t know. Perhaps the professor does,” answered Ben.

“Really,” said the professor, contemplating the handkerchief regretfully. “I am afraid I have destroyed the handkerchief; I hope the young lady will pardon me.”

He looked at Rose, but she made no sign. She felt a little disturbed, for it was a fine handkerchief, given her by her aunt.

“I see the young lady is annoyed,” continued the magician. “In that case I must try to repair damages. I made a little mistake in supposing the handkerchief to be noncombustible. However, perhaps matters are not so bad as they seem.”

He tossed the handkerchief behind a screen, and moved forward to a table on which was a neat box. Taking a small key from his pocket, he unlocked it and drew forth before the astonished eyes of his audience the handkerchief intact.

“I believe this is your handkerchief, is it not?” he asked, stepping down from the platform and handing it back to Rose.

“Yes,” answered Rose, in amazement, examining it carefully, and unable to detect any injury.

“And it is in as good condition as when you gave it to me?”

“Yes, sir.”

“So much the better. Then I shall not be at the expense of buying a new one. Young man, have you any objections to lending me your hat?”

This question was addressed to Ben.

“No, sir.”

“Thank you. I will promise not to burn it, as I did the young lady’s handkerchief. You are sure there is nothing in it?”

“Yes, sir.”

By this time the magician had reached the platform.

“I am sorry to doubt the young gentleman’s word,” said the professor, “but I will charitably believe he is mistaken. Perhaps he forgot these articles when he said it was empty,” and he drew forth a couple of potatoes and half a dozen onions from the hat and laid them on the table.

There was a roar of laughter from the audience, and Ben looked rather confused, especially when Rose turned to him and, laughing, said:

“You’ve been robbing Mr. Crawford, I am afraid, Ben.”

“The young gentleman evidently uses his hat for a market-basket," proceeded the professor. “Rather a strange taste, but this is a free country. But what have we here?”

Out came a pair of stockings, a napkin and a necktie.

“Very convenient to carry your wardrobe about with you,” said the professor, “though it is rather curious taste to put them with vegetables. But here is something else,” and the magician produced a small kitten, who regarded the audience with startled eyes and uttered a timid moan.

“Oh, Ben! let me have that pretty kitten,” said Rose.

“It’s none of mine!” said Ben, half annoyed, half amused.

“I believe there is nothing more,” said the professor.

He carried back the hat to Ben, and gave it to him with the remark:

“Young man, you may call for your vegetables and other articles after the entertainment.”

“You are welcome to them,” said Ben.

“Thank you; you are very liberal.”

When at length the performance was over, Ben and Rose moved toward the door. As Rose reached the outer door, a boy about Ben’s age, but considerably better dressed, stepped up to her and said, with a consequential air:

“I will see you home, Miss Gardiner.”

“Much obliged, Mr. Davenport,” said Rose, “but I have accepted Ben’s escort.”


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  •