Chapter X. Mike Puts on a Uniform.

Cast Upon the Breakers

by Horatio Alger

A wonderful change came over Mike Flynn. Until he met Rodney he
seemed quite destitute of ambition. The ragged and dirty suit which
he wore as bootblack were the best he had. His face and hands
generally bore the marks of his business, and as long as he made
enough to buy three meals a day, two taken at the Lodging House, with
something over for lodging, and an occasional visit to a cheap
theater, he was satisfied.

He was fifteen, and had never given a thought to what he would
do when he was older. But after meeting Rodney, and especially after
taking a room with him, he looked at life with different eyes. He
began to understand that his business, though honorable because
honest, was not a desirable one. He felt, too, that he ought to
change it out of regard for Rodney, who was now his close
companion.

"If I had ten dollars ahead," he said one day, "I'd give up
blackin' boots."

"What else would you do?"

"I'd be a telegraph boy. That's more respectable than blackin'
boots, and it 'ould be cleaner."

"That is true. Do you need money to join?"

"I would get paid once in two weeks, and I'd have to live till I
got my first salary."

"I guess I can see you through, Mike."

"No; you need all your money, Rodney. I'll wait and see if I
can't save it myself."

This, however, would have taken a long time, if Mike had not
been favored by circumstances. He was standing near the ladies'
entrance to the Astor House one day, when casting his eyes downward
he espied a neat pocketbook of Russia leather. He picked it up, and
from the feeling judged that it must be well filled.

Now I must admit that it did occur to Mike that he could divert
to his own use the contents without detection, as no one had seen him
pick it up. But Mike was by instinct an honest boy, and he decided
that this would not be right. He thrust it into his pocket, however,
as he had no objection to receiving a reward if one was offered.

While he was standing near the entrance, a tall lady, dressed in
brown silk and wearing glasses, walked up from the direction of
Broadway. She began to peer about like one who was looking for
something.

"I guess its hers," thought Mike.

"Are you looking for anything, ma'am?" he asked.

She turned and glanced at Mike.

"I think I must have dropped my pocketbook," she said. "I had
it in my hand when I left the hotel, but I had something on my mind
and I think I must have dropped it without noticing. Won't you help
me look for it, for I am short sighted?"

"Is this it?" asked Mike, producing the pocketbook.

"Oh yes!" exclaimed the lady joyfully. "Where did you find
it?"

"Just here," answered Mike, indicating a place on the
sidewalk.

"I suppose there is a good deal of money in it?" said Mike, with
pardonable curiosity.

"Then you didn't open it?"

"No, ma'am, I didn't have a chance. I just found it."

"There may be forty or fifty dollars, but it isn't on that
account I should have regretted losing it. It contained a receipt
for a thousand dollars which I am to use in a law suit. That is very
important for it will defeat a dishonest claim for money that I have
already paid."

"Then I'm glad I found it."

"You are an honest boy. You seem to be a poor boy also."

"That's true, ma'am. If I was rich I wouldn't black boots for a
livin'."

"Dear me, you are one of the young street Arabs I've read
about," and the lady looked curiously at Mike through her glasses.

"I expect I am."

"And I suppose you haven't much money."

"My bank account is very low, ma'am."

"I've read a book about a boy named `Ragged Dick.' I think he
was a bootblack, too. Do you know him?"

"He's my cousin, ma'am," answered Mike promptly.

It will be observed that I don't represent Mike as possessed of
all the virtues.

"Dear me, how interesting. I bought the book for my little
nephew. Now I can tell him I have seen `Ragged Dick's' cousin. Where
is Dick now?"

"He's reformed, ma'am."

"Reformed?"

"Yes, from blackin' boots. He's in better business now."

"If I should give you some of the money in this pocketbook, you
wouldn't spend it on drinking and gambling, would you?"

"No, ma'am. I'd reform like my cousin, Ragged Dick."

"You look like a good truthful boy. Here are ten dollars for
you."

"Oh, thank you, ma'am! you're a gentleman," said Mike
overjoyed. "No, I don't mean that but I hope you'll soon get a
handsome husband."

"My young friend, I don't care to marry, though I appreciate
your good wishes. I am an old maid from principle. I am an officer
of the Female Suffrage Association."

"Is it a good payin' office, ma'am?" asked Mike, visibly
impressed.

"No, but it is a position of responsibility. Please tell me
your name that I may make a note of it."

"My name is Michael Flynn."

"I see. You are of Celtic extraction."

"I don't know, ma'am. I never heard that I was. It isn't
anything bad, is it?"

"Not at all. I have some Celtic blood in my own veins. If you
ever come to Boston you can inquire for Miss Pauline Peabody."

"Thank you, ma'am," said Mike, who thought the lady rather a
"queer lot."

"Now I must call upon my lawyer, and leave the receipt which I
came so near losing."

"Well, I'm in luck," thought Mike. "I'll go home and dress up,
and apply for a position as telegraph boy."

When Rodney came home at supper time he found Mike, dressed in
his Sunday suit.

"What's up now, Mike?" he asked. "Have you retired from
business?"

"Yes, from the bootblack business. Tomorrow I shall be a
telegraph boy."

"That is good. You haven't saved up ten dollars, have you?"

"I saved up two, and a lady gave me ten dollars for findin' her
pocketbook."

"That's fine, Mike."

There chanced to be a special demand for telegraph boys at that
time, and Mike, who was a sharp lad, on passing the necessary
examination, was at once set to work.

He was immensely fond of his blue uniform when he first put it
on, and felt that he had risen in the social scale. True, his
earnings did not average as much, but he was content with smaller
pay, since the duties were more agreeable.

In the evenings under Rodney's instruction he devoted an hour
and sometimes two to the task of making up the deficiencies in his
early education. These were extensive, but Mike was naturally a
smart boy, and after a while began to improve rapidly.

So three months passed. Rodney stood well in with Mr. Goodnow,
and was promoted to stock clerk. The discipline which he had revived
as a student stood him in good stead, and enabled him to make more
rapid advancement than some who had been longer in the employ of the
firm. In particular he was promoted over the head of Jasper Redwood,
a boy two years older than himself, who was the nephew of an old
employee who had been for fifteen years in the house.

Jasper's jealousy was aroused, and he conceived a great dislike
for Rodney, of which Rodney was only partially aware.

For this dislike there was really no cause. Rodney stood in his
way only because Jasper neglected his duties, and failed to inspire
confidence. He was a boy who liked to spend money and found his
salary insufficient, though he lived with his uncle and paid but two
dollars a week for his board.

"Uncle James," he said one day, "when do you think I will get a
raise?"

"You might get one now if it were not for the new boy."

"You mean Ropes."

"Yes, he has just been promoted to a place which I hoped to get
for you."

"It is mean," grumbled Jasper. "I have been here longer than
he."

"True, but he seems to be Mr. Goodnow's pet. It was an unlucky
day for you when he got a place in the establishment."

"Did you ask Mr. Goodnow to promote me?"

"Yes, but he said he had decided to give Archer's place to
Ropes."

Archer was a young clerk who was obliged, on account of
pulmonary weakness, to leave New York and go to Southern
California.

"How much does Ropes get now?"

"Seven dollars a week."

"And I only get five, and I am two years older. They ought to
have more regard for you, Uncle James, or I, as your nephew, would
get promoted."

"I will see what we can do about it."

"I wish Ropes would get into some scrape and get discharged."

It was a new idea, but Jasper dwelt upon it, and out of it grew
trouble for Rodney.