“He’s upstairs, sir, but I’ll call him down,” said Bruce, promptly2 rising and offering the old gentleman a chair. Then he went upstairs and a moment later the chief came down and quickly recognized in his visitor an acquaintance known as Mr. Samuel Dexter, who lived in an old-fashioned house in the northern part of the city.
45Mr. Dexter told him that he had called simply to gratify his curiosity in regard to the fire department, and after the chief had shown him the different sorts of apparatus3 kept there, and explained the method of getting out quickly, his visitor asked him what they did for reading matter.
“Well, we are dependent on our friends for that,” replied the chief, “there are a number of people who send us books and papers from time to time, and without them, I can assure you that the hours would hang pretty heavily on our hands.”
“Why, I have a lot of books and magazines in my garret that I shall never have any use for,” exclaimed Mr. Dexter, “and if you could send up for them some day, I would be very glad to let you have them.” Chief Trask thanked him for his offer and turning to Bruce who stood by, directed him to drive up there in one of his wagons5 the next morning and get the periodicals.
The next day accordingly, Bruce started in the chief’s wagon4 and drove slowly up Lexington avenue, then turning to the right and crossing the Harlem river he found himself in an entirely6 strange part of the city. There were not many houses to be seen, and down near 46the water were great stretches of open fields and in some places heaps of lumber7 and enormous bins8 of coal. Continuing in a northerly direction he soon found the quiet avenue on which Mr. Dexter lived, and then he entered a wide gate and drove along a short roadway leading to a big, square, gloomy looking stone house, completely hidden from the street by a dense9 hedge and some thick clusters of fir trees.
He knew from the description that had been given him that he had found the right place, and somehow, the house, the big hedge and the front doorway10 seemed strangely familiar to him. It seemed to him that some time in the remote past he had either been there before or else dreamt of just such a place, only the picture that had remained faintly outlined in his mind was of a house and hedge and trees that were fully five times as tall as those which he now saw before him. And then it seemed to him that the old picture which had lingered, though forgotten, in his mind for so many years contained also another door in the same house, a side door that was smaller and shaded by vines that clambered about a wooden porch. He had alighted from the wagon by this time and, impelled11 by curiosity, he tied his horse to a post in which was set a great rusty12 iron ring, and then walked around the house to see if his dream or memory whatever it might be, would prove true.
“For fully a minute Bruce stood looking at the house.”—Page 47.
47Yes, there was the old doorway with the clematis clambering about it, just as his fancy had painted it, except that the door seemed smaller, and the clinging vines less luxuriant than in his dream. For fully a minute Bruce stood looking at the house and wondering when he could have seen it before, or whether it was simply an accidental freak of his imagination that made the scene seem so familiar to him.
He was still looking and wondering when the door opened and Mr. Dexter himself appeared on the doorsill.
“Come in young man,” he said, “you’ve come up for those old books and magazines I suppose.”
“Yes sir,” replied the boy, taking off his hat respectfully. “Chief Trask sent me up for them with the wagon.” Following the old gentleman, he entered a dark hallway, in one corner of which stood a heap of novels, books of travel, magazines and other publications, which had been brought down that morning from the garret. The boy’s eyes glistened13 as he looked at the big heap, and thought of the pleasure that 48he would have in going through them, during his next leisure hours. Aided by one of Mr. Dexter’s servants, he placed them in the wagon, and then, having thanked the old gentleman for his kindness, he drove slowly down the winding14 roadway, and thence through the gate into the street. He stopped a moment to look at the landscape that lay stretched before him, hoping that he might see in it some object that, like the old front porch would recall some childish memory, but there was nothing that was in any way familiar to him, and he drove away shaking his head and very much puzzled by what he had seen. He was still thinking over the events of the day and wondering whether he had ever seen Mr. Dexter before, for his face too had a familiar look and somehow seemed to be perfectly15 in accord with the old stone house and the big, solemn hedge that hid it from the road, when his attention was attracted by a voice that seemed to come almost from under the carriage wheels.
“I say, can’t you give me a lift? I’ve hurt my ankle,” was what he heard, as he hastily pulled up his horse and there, seated on a big rock, by the roadside, was a young boy, apparently16 not more than fifteen years of age, whose handsome clothes were torn and dust-covered, 49and whose face was deathly pale. Bruce alighted at once from the wagon and asked him what the matter was.
“I was just on my way home,” replied the boy, “and I tried to make a running jump over those rocks, when I slipped and fell, now it hurts me to touch my foot to the ground, and my left ankle hurts me awfully17. Can’t you take me home in your wagon? My father will pay you for your trouble.”
“Certainly, I’ll give you a lift,” replied Bruce, “but your father needn’t pay me anything for it; just stand up beside me and I’ll lift you in.”
With a little trouble, he placed the boy in the seat and then climbed in himself and sat down beside him. The two lads were not slow in making one another’s acquaintance. The injured boy said that his name was Harry18 Van Kuren and he pointed19 out his father’s house, a large handsome residence surrounded by well kept grounds. He was fifteen years old, he said, and did not go to school, but had a private tutor who lived in the house with him, and nearly always accompanied him when he went out to walk or ride.
“And how do you happen to be here?” inquired young Van Kuren.
50Then Bruce told him of his errand to Mr. Dexter’s and showed him the pile of books and magazines which he was taking back for the firemen to read.
“But you don’t mean to say that you belong to the fire department, do you?” exclaimed Harry excitedly.
“Yes, I’ve been on the force pretty near three months,” answered Bruce proudly.
“My, but you’re a lucky chap,” cried his companion. “I just wish my father would let me join, but he won’t let me do anything I want to. I never have any fun anyway; there’s nothing to do in this stupid old place, except to go riding on my pony20, and once in a while have a sail on the Sound. There are no other boys for me to play with—that is, none that I like—and I have to go in the house every night at six and stay there till bedtime. I suppose you have all the fun in the world getting up in the middle of the night and going to fires, and driving like mad through the streets. Say, why can’t you let me go out with you some time.”
But Bruce shook his head dubiously21, he was willing to have the boy imagine that he himself was one of the leading members of the company, and he wished moreover to impress him with 51the idea that it was no easy matter for a young boy to become a member of the New York Fire Department. “I’m afraid,” he said, “that you’d find it very difficult to get an appointment. I believe I’m the youngest member of the whole department, and I know I never would have been taken on, if it hadn’t been on account of my father, who was a fireman before me.”
“And is your father on the department yet?” demanded Harry.
“No,” replied Bruce with a little choking sound in his voice, “he was killed at a fire some months ago and then they gave me a position on account of him.”
“Your father was killed at a fire? Oh I’m awfully sorry!” exclaimed Harry, who was an impulsive22 and warm-hearted, although somewhat spoiled boy, “but I’m going to tell my father about you, and ask him if you can’t come up and visit me some time. Here’s our entrance; just drive me down to the side door will you please, and I’ll get one of the servants to help me up stairs.”
Bruce helped his new friend to alight and then a man servant appeared in answer to his ring, and on learning that his young master was hurt, started off in much alarm in quest of the private tutor, but was called back imperiously 52by young Master Harry and ordered to “lend a hand” in getting him into the house.
As Bruce turned to leave, the boy held out his hand in a frank, straightforward23 way that was very agreeable and said, “I’m very much obliged to you for bringing me home, and now that I’ve got your address I’m going to write and ask you to come up and see me. My father will be mad enough when he comes home and finds what’s happened to me, because he told me I wasn’t to go off the grounds to-day. But he’ll come around all right in a week then we’ll have fun together.”
And as Bruce drove out of the handsome grounds of Mr. Van Kuren’s house, he felt that it had been a well spent and eventful day for him. He felt sure that he had made a friend in young Van Kuren, and then he fell to thinking of Mr. Dexter and his big stone house and his familiar looking porch and the little side door with its clinging vines, and he wondered for the hundredth time under what circumstances he could have seen them before.
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