Bob Chester's Grit eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 155 pages of information about Bob Chester's Grit.

Bob Chester's Grit eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 155 pages of information about Bob Chester's Grit.

“Mistah Bob, you sho’ly am kind.  Ah’ll take that note and go to see Mistah Perkins mahself, and now if you-all would like to see Chicago a little before you take your train, Ah’ll surely be most glad to take you ’round.”

CHAPTER XI

BOB FAILS TO FIND MRS. CAMERON

For a moment after the porter’s offer to act as his guide in seeing Chicago, Bob thought he would accept it, and accordingly they left the office together, the pass having been made out and delivered to the boy.

When they appeared upon the street, however, the passersby stopped and stared at the curious pair—­Bob, in his worn, ill-fitting suit, and the darky, very black, clad in the latest fashion—­with amazement.

One woman, whose hair was tinged with gray, and whose aquiline features, severe clothes and general mien bespoke the spinster who always had time to meddle in other people’s affairs, exclaimed to the person nearest her: 

“There is certainly something wrong here.  I feel it in my bones.  That colored person is taking this boy somewhere for no good purpose.  I think it is my duty to interfere.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t bother,” returned the member of the throng whom she had addressed.  “The boy seems to be going along willingly enough.”

“But I think it is my duty to make sure,” persisted the officious spinster.  “My conscience will never be easy in the thought that perhaps if I had spoken, I might have saved the boy from some terrible fate.”

During this conversation, Bob and the porter had walked almost half a block.  But both of them had heard the first remarks, and as the would-be rescuer set out in pursuit of them, Bob chanced to look back, and saw her coming, followed by several of the crowd who had first stopped to watch them in the hopes that they might be afforded some amusement from the woman’s interference.

Unwilling to become the cause of a street scene, Bob turned to his companion, and said: 

“I—­I guess, after all, it won’t be necessary for me to trouble you to go about with me.”

“It will be no trouble, and Ah sho’ am willing to do most anything for you ‘count o’ that note you gave me for Massa Perkins.”

“Oh, that’s all right,” hastily returned Bob.  “I was glad to do it.  I only hope that it will be successful in letting you get back your job.”

“Ah think it will, but Chicago’s a pretty big place, and Ah’m afraid something may happen to you so that you will miss your train.  It goes in about four hours.  Is there any place particular you want to go?”

“Yes, I was going out to South 101st Street.”

And Bob described the location of the apartment house where he expected to find Mrs. Cameron, the sister of the waitress who had been so kind to him.

“Then you want to take this cyar.  It runs right by the corner, and when you come back, you keep on it until you get to the Northwestern station, where you get your train.”

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