Chapter 19 A Memorable Night –â…
When Rex came to his senses again he found himself leaning against a brown
stone stoop. His head felt very queerMBT UK.
"I wonder if it can be the effect of that glass of punch I drank?" he asked
himself.
Then he glanced down at the sidewalk and saw that his valise-- a handsome new
one-- was missing. A terrible fear came to him.
He put his hand to the breast pocket of his coat. Yes, it was true. He had
been assaulted and robbed in the street.
His money, his return ticket to Philadelphia, were gone, to say nothing of
his satchel and the clothes that were in it. He looked helplessly up and down
the street.
All was quiet as it had been before. A man was coming toward him on the other
side of the way. But that individual could have had nothing to do with robbing
him.
No, the thief had made his escape long since, and it was hopeless to try to
overtake him.
Rex had one thing with which to console himself. His watch-- a silver one Syd
had recently given him-- had not been taken. He thrust his hands into his
trousers pockets.
Yes, there was some loose change there. He took it out and anxiously counted
it under a lamp. There were seventy-three cents all toldMBT.
And now the question arose, What was he to do? For one instant the expedient
of returning to the hotel and throwing himself on the good will of those he had
left there suggested itself to him. But only for an instant.
The recollection of the scene he had quitted came back with all its
vividness. No, he would not go back there.
He deserved all that had befallen him. He had been a fool ever to take up
with Harrington. The fellow had only encouraged him because it flattered his
vanity to be looked up to the way Rex had looked up to the collegian.
But he had no time now for self reproaches. He must decide what he should do.
He looked at his watch. It was ten minutes to one. He did not remember to
have been up so late in his life. But he did not feel sleepy. He was far too
excited for thatMBT Shoes.
"If I could only get back to Philadelphia," was his thought.
He knew that the single fare was two dollars and a half. What if he bought a
ticket to a place as far as his seventy-three cents would carry him? He would be
that much nearer home at any rate.
But there were no trains at this time of night, What should he do with
himself in the meantime? To pay for a night's lodging would only still further
deplete his scanty stock of cash.
Poor Rex felt as destitute, as desolate as any waif in all that great city.
He had been cared for all his life, and now that he was suddenly thrown upon his
own resources, he felt helpless, like a rudderless bark on a tossing sea .
For all he was much more ready to express an opinion than Roy, he had not
half the push and energy of the latter, who, although quieter, was nevertheless
the more determined character of the two.
Rex walked on now rapidly till he reached the lighted avenue. He had had all
the experience he wanted of lingering in the side street. He halted on the
corner and looked up and down in search of an Elevated Railroad station. He
thought he had better get down to where the train started, so that he might be
ready to take the first oneMBT.
The idea of telegraphing home had already occurred to him, but he dismissed
it at once.
"No," he said, "I've done enough harm as it is. Some one would have to come
on for me, and mother would worry. They'll think now till noon to-morrow, and
perhaps later, that I'm with Scott. Perhaps I can even get back before they know
I haven't been there."
If he only had his wheel! He had no clear idea of just how far the two cities
were apart. He only knew that it hadn't taken him very long to come over in the
Chicago Limited.
He found the station of the Elevated, and after waiting a long time he
boarded a train. The people scattered through the cars were nearly all asleep.
Rex dropped off himself almost as soon as he sank into a seat. He was utterly
worn out.
The next thing of which he was conscious was that the train was at a
standstill and that the guard was shaking him, with the words:
"Here, wake up, young man. We're at the Battery. The train doesn't go any
farther."
Rex rubbed his eyes. It took him an instant or two to realize where he was.
The guard was not rough with him.
"Where do you want to go?" he asked.
"To the Pennsylvania station," answered RexWomens.
"Then you've come too far. You ought to have got off at Cortlandt Street."
"Is it too far to walk back?" asked Rex, mindful of his small supply of
money.
"About three stations. You can keep along the river. It'll be nearer that
way."
"Thank you," returned Rex. He wasn't in a hurry. He might as well walk. But
he was terribly sleepy, and when he got to the foot of the stairway, he became
rather confused.
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When Rex came to his senses again he found himself leaning against a brown
stone stoop. His head felt very queerMBT UK.
"I wonder if it can be the effect of that glass of punch I drank?" he asked
himself.
Then he glanced down at the sidewalk and saw that his valise-- a handsome new
one-- was missing. A terrible fear came to him.
He put his hand to the breast pocket of his coat. Yes, it was true. He had
been assaulted and robbed in the street.
His money, his return ticket to Philadelphia, were gone, to say nothing of
his satchel and the clothes that were in it. He looked helplessly up and down
the street.
All was quiet as it had been before. A man was coming toward him on the other
side of the way. But that individual could have had nothing to do with robbing
him.
No, the thief had made his escape long since, and it was hopeless to try to
overtake him.
Rex had one thing with which to console himself. His watch-- a silver one Syd
had recently given him-- had not been taken. He thrust his hands into his
trousers pockets.
Yes, there was some loose change there. He took it out and anxiously counted
it under a lamp. There were seventy-three cents all toldMBT.
And now the question arose, What was he to do? For one instant the expedient
of returning to the hotel and throwing himself on the good will of those he had
left there suggested itself to him. But only for an instant.
The recollection of the scene he had quitted came back with all its
vividness. No, he would not go back there.
He deserved all that had befallen him. He had been a fool ever to take up
with Harrington. The fellow had only encouraged him because it flattered his
vanity to be looked up to the way Rex had looked up to the collegian.
But he had no time now for self reproaches. He must decide what he should do.
He looked at his watch. It was ten minutes to one. He did not remember to
have been up so late in his life. But he did not feel sleepy. He was far too
excited for thatMBT Shoes.
"If I could only get back to Philadelphia," was his thought.
He knew that the single fare was two dollars and a half. What if he bought a
ticket to a place as far as his seventy-three cents would carry him? He would be
that much nearer home at any rate.
But there were no trains at this time of night, What should he do with
himself in the meantime? To pay for a night's lodging would only still further
deplete his scanty stock of cash.
Poor Rex felt as destitute, as desolate as any waif in all that great city.
He had been cared for all his life, and now that he was suddenly thrown upon his
own resources, he felt helpless, like a rudderless bark on a tossing sea .
For all he was much more ready to express an opinion than Roy, he had not
half the push and energy of the latter, who, although quieter, was nevertheless
the more determined character of the two.
Rex walked on now rapidly till he reached the lighted avenue. He had had all
the experience he wanted of lingering in the side street. He halted on the
corner and looked up and down in search of an Elevated Railroad station. He
thought he had better get down to where the train started, so that he might be
ready to take the first oneMBT.
The idea of telegraphing home had already occurred to him, but he dismissed
it at once.
"No," he said, "I've done enough harm as it is. Some one would have to come
on for me, and mother would worry. They'll think now till noon to-morrow, and
perhaps later, that I'm with Scott. Perhaps I can even get back before they know
I haven't been there."
If he only had his wheel! He had no clear idea of just how far the two cities
were apart. He only knew that it hadn't taken him very long to come over in the
Chicago Limited.
He found the station of the Elevated, and after waiting a long time he
boarded a train. The people scattered through the cars were nearly all asleep.
Rex dropped off himself almost as soon as he sank into a seat. He was utterly
worn out.
The next thing of which he was conscious was that the train was at a
standstill and that the guard was shaking him, with the words:
"Here, wake up, young man. We're at the Battery. The train doesn't go any
farther."
Rex rubbed his eyes. It took him an instant or two to realize where he was.
The guard was not rough with him.
"Where do you want to go?" he asked.
"To the Pennsylvania station," answered RexWomens.
"Then you've come too far. You ought to have got off at Cortlandt Street."
"Is it too far to walk back?" asked Rex, mindful of his small supply of
money.
"About three stations. You can keep along the river. It'll be nearer that
way."
"Thank you," returned Rex. He wasn't in a hurry. He might as well walk. But
he was terribly sleepy, and when he got to the foot of the stairway, he became
rather confused.
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