“Perhaps you are right,” assented1 the widow, “though I hate to part with the things. Suppose you tell Mr. Rollinson, Larry.”
The boy hurried from the room to inform the auctioneer there was more work for him, and Mrs. Dexter, with her two friends, came from the parlor3, for they knew the place would soon be overrun by curious persons looking for bargains.
Mr. Rollinson, anxious to make more commissions, readily undertook to put the furniture up for auction2. With the exception of a few articles that she prized very highly, and laying aside only the clothes of herself and children, Mrs. Dexter permitted all the contents of the house to be offered for sale.
Then, having reached this decision, she went off in a bedroom and cried softly, for she could10 not bear to think of her home being broken up, and strangers using the chairs and tables which, with the other things, had made such a nice place while Mr. Dexter was alive.
Larry had hard work to keep back the tears when he saw some article of furniture, with which were associated happy memories, bid for by some farmer.
When, at length, Mr. Rollinson reached the old armchair, in which Mr. Dexter used to sit and tell his children stories, and where, during the last days of his life he had rested with his little family gathered about him, Larry could stand it no longer. He felt the hot scalding tears come to his eyes, and ran out behind the big red barn, where he sobbed4 out his grief all alone.
He covered his face with his hands and, as he thought of the happy days that seemed to be gone forever, his grief grew more intense. All at once he heard a voice calling:
“Hello, cry-baby!”
At first Larry was too much occupied with his troubles to pay any attention. Then someone called again:
“Larry Dexter cries like a girl!”
Larry looked up, to meet the laughing gaze of a boy about his own size and age, with bright red hair and a face much covered with freckles5.
“I’m not a cry-baby!” Larry exclaimed.
“You be, too! Didn’t I see you cryin’?”
11 “I’ll make you cry on the other side of your mouth, Chot Ramsey!” Larry exclaimed, making a spring for his tormentor6.
Chot doubled up his fists. To do him credit he had no idea that Larry was crying because he felt so badly at the prospect7 of leaving the farm that had been his home for many years. Chot was a good-hearted boy, but thoughtless. So, when he saw one of his playmates weeping, which act was considered only fit for girls, Chot could not resist the temptation to taunt8 Larry.
“Do you want t’ fight?” demanded Chot.
“I’ll punch you for calling me names!” exclaimed Larry, his sorrow at the sale of his father’s armchair dispersed9 at the idea of being laughed at and called a cry-baby.
“You will, hey?” asked Chot. “Well, I dare you to touch me!”
Then, like two game roosters, both wishing to fight, yet neither desiring to begin the battle, the boys faced each other. Their eyes were angry and all tears had disappeared from Larry’s face.
“Will you knock a chip off my shoulder?” demanded Chot.
“Sure,” replied Larry.
Chot stooped down, found a little piece of wood and carefully balanced it on the upper part of his arm.
This time-honored method of starting hostilities12 was not ignored by Larry. He sprang forward, and with a quick motion sent the fragment of wood flying through the air. Then he doubled up his fists, imitating the example Chot had earlier set, and stood ready for the fracas13.
But at that instant, when, in another second Chot and Larry would have been involved in a rough-and-tumble encounter, James, Larry’s little brother, came running around the corner of the barn. He seemed greatly excited.
“Larry! Larry!” he exclaimed. “They’re sellin’ my nice old rockin’ horse, an’ my high chair what I used to have when I was a baby! Please stop ’em, Larry!”
Larry lost all desire to fight. He didn’t mind if all the boys in Campton called him cry-baby. He had too many sorrows to mind that.
“Don’t worry, Jimmie,” he said to the little fellow. “I’ll buy you some new ones.”
But little James was not to be comforted, and burst into a flood of tears. Chot, who had looked on in some wonder at what it was all about, for he did not understand that the household goods were being sold, unclosed his clenched14 fists. Underneath15 a somewhat rough exterior16 he had a warm heart.
“Say,” he began, coming up awkwardly to Larry, “I didn’t know you was bein’ sold out. I—I13 didn’t mean t’ make fun of ye. I—I was only foolin’ when I said ye was a cry-baby. Ye can have my best fishhook, honest ye can!”
“Thanks, Chot,” replied Larry, quick to feel the change of feeling. “I couldn’t help crying when I saw some of the things dad used to have going under the hammer. But I feel worse for mother and the others. I can stand it.”
“Are ye goin’ away from here?” asked Chot, for that anyone should leave Campton, where he had lived all his life, seemed too strange a thing to be true.
“I think we will go to New York,” replied Larry. “Mother’s sister lives there. I expect to get some work, and help support the folks.”
“I wish I was goin’ off like that!” exclaimed Chot. “They could sell everything in my house, an’ everything I’ve got, except my dog, if they’d let me go t’ New York.”
“You don’t know when you’re well off,” spoke17 Larry, who, in the last few months, under the stress of trouble, had become older than his years indicated.
By this time James, who saw a big yellow butterfly darting18 about among the flowers which grew in an old-fashioned garden below the barn, rushed to capture it, forgetting his troubles. Larry, whose grief-stricken mood had passed, returned to the house, to find it a place of confusion.
14 Men and women were in almost every room, going through and looking at the different articles. The loud voice of the auctioneer rang out, and Larry felt another pang19 in his heart as he saw piece after piece of furniture being knocked down to the highest bidder20.
The boy found his mother in the bedroom, where she had sought a quiet place to rest.
“Have you really made up your mind to go to New York, mother?” Larry asked.
“I think it is the best thing to do,” was the answer. “We can stay with your aunt Ellen until I can find some work to do.”
“Are you going to work, mother? I hate to think of it. I’ll work for you.”
“I know you will do what you can,” replied Mrs. Dexter, “but I’m afraid boys do not earn much in big cities, so we will need all we both can get. It is going to be a hard struggle.”
“Don’t worry!” exclaimed Larry, assuming a cheerfulness he did not feel. “It will all come out right, somehow, you see if it doesn’t.”
“I hope so,” sighed Mrs. Dexter.
The auctioneering of the goods went on rapidly, and, toward the close of the afternoon, all that were not to be kept were disposed of. Mr. Rollinson cried his last “Going! Going! Gone!” brought his hammer down for the last time with a loud bang, and then announced that the sale was over.
15 “Where’s your mother, Larry?” he asked of the boy.
“I’ll call her.”
In a few minutes Larry had brought Mrs. Dexter to where the deputy sheriff waited for her in the parlor.
“Wa’al, everthing’s sold,” Mr. Rollinson began. “Didn’t bring as much as I cal’lated on, but then ye never can git much at a forced sale.”
“How much will I have left after all expenses are paid?” asked Mrs. Dexter.
“Allowin’ for everything,” said the auctioneer, figuring up on the back of an envelope, “you’ll have jest four hundred and three dollars and forty-five cents, the odd cents bein’ for some pictures.”
“It is very little to begin life over again on,” said Mrs. Dexter.
“But it’s better than nothin’,” said Mr. Rollinson, who seldom looked on the dark side of things. “Now I made the sale of these household things dependent on you. You can stay here two weeks if ye want t’, an’ nothin’ will be taken away. Them as bought it understands it.”
“I would like t’ get away as soon as possible,” said the widow.
“Wa’al, there’s nothin’ t’ hinder ye.”
“Then I shall start for New York day after to-morrow.”
“All right, Mrs. Dexter. I’ll settle up th’ accounts an’ have all th’ money ready by then.”
16 Mr. Rollinson was as good as his word. On the third day after the sale, having written to her sister that she was coming, but not waiting for a reply, Mrs. Dexter, with Larry, Lucy, Mary and James, boarded a train for the big city where they were all hoping their fortunes awaited them. Little James was full of excitement. He was sure they were going at last to the end of the rainbow. Mary was delighted with the new and strange sights along the way. Larry was very thoughtful. As for Lucy her spine21 hurt her so that she got very little enjoyment22 from the trip. But she did not say anything about it, for fear of worrying her mother.
It was a long journey, but it came to an end at last. The train reached Hoboken, on the New Jersey23 side of the Hudson River, and, though somewhat bewildered by the lights, the noise and confusion, Larry managed to learn which ferryboat to take to land them nearest to his aunt’s house, who lived on what is called the “East Side” of New York.
The trip across the river on the big boat was a source of much delight to the younger children, but Mrs. Dexter was too worried to be interested. Lucy was very tired, but Larry kept up his spirits.
Once landed in New York, in the evening, the confusion, the noise, the shouts of the cabmen, the rattle24 of the cars, the clanging of gongs and the ringing of bells, was so great that poor Mrs. Dexter,17 who had been so long used to the quiet of the country, felt her head ache.
By dint25 of many inquiries26 Larry found out which car to take and, marshaling his mother and the children ahead of him, he directed them where to go. A long ride brought them to the street where Mrs. Ralston lived.
Here was more confusion. The thoroughfare swarmed27 with children, and the noise was almost as great as down at the ferry. A man directed the travelers to the house, which was an apartment or tenement28 one, inhabited by a number of families. Larry, his mother, and the children climbed the stairs to the third floor, where Mrs. Ralston lived. A knock on the door brought a woman who was surprised at her visitors.
“Does Mrs. Ralston live here?” asked Larry, thinking he might have made a mistake.
“She did, but she moved away yesterday,” was the answer.
“Moved away?”
“Yes, didn’t you hear? Her husband was killed in a street-car accident a few days ago, and after the funeral Mrs. Ralston said she could not afford to keep these rooms. So she moved away. I came in last night. Are you relatives of hers?”
“I am her sister,” said Mrs. Dexter, and then, at the news of Mr. Ralston’s death, coming on top of all the other troubles, the poor woman burst into tears.
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