Right End Emerson

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Barbour Ralph Henry. Right End Emerson

CHAPTER I. A TIP TO THE WAITER

CHAPTER II. PARTNERS CONFER

CHAPTER III. A NEW YEAR BEGINS

CHAPTER IV. JIMMY READS THE PAPER

CHAPTER V. RUSSELL EXPLAINS

CHAPTER VI. BILLY CROCKER DROPS IN

CHAPTER VII. JIMMY GOES SHOPPING

CHAPTER VIII. THE SECOND TEAM COACH

CHAPTER IX. AT THE “SIGN OF THE FOOTBALL”

CHAPTER X. JIMMY CONSPIRES

CHAPTER XI. FAIR PROMISES

CHAPTER XII. BACK IN HARNESS

CHAPTER XIII. THE NEW ASSISTANT

CHAPTER XIV. JIMMY’S DAY

CHAPTER XV. MR. CROCKER CALLS

CHAPTER XVI. ALTON SQUEEZES THROUGH

CHAPTER XVII. STICK CONFIDES HIS TROUBLES

CHAPTER XVIII. NOT IN THE GAME

CHAPTER XIX. STICK FINDS A BUYER

CHAPTER XX. JIMMY HAS A CLEW

CHAPTER XXI. STICK SELLS OUT

CHAPTER XXII. MR. PULSIFER SHAKES HIS HEAD

CHAPTER XXIII. A MEMBER OF THE TEAM

CHAPTER XXIV “WE’VE WON!”

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Alton Academy commenced its Fall Term on September 24th that year, and on the afternoon of the nineteenth Russell Emerson dropped from the train at Alton Station, a battered valise in hand, and, disregarding the cordial invitations of carriage and taxi drivers, set forth on foot. It appears to be a New England custom to locate the railroad station as far as possible from the center of the town, and Alton had made no departure from custom. A good half-mile intervened between station and business center, and a second half-mile between the heart of the town and Alton Academy. There had been a time when Alton and Alton Station had been two quite distinct settlements, but now the town had followed the route of the trolley and the two were slenderly connected by a line of small dwellings, small shops and, occasionally, a small factory. Russell followed the trolley tracks and, although presently a car came rattling and whisking toward him from the direction of the station, continued on foot, the valise growing heavier as the stores became more important and more prosperous in appearance. But the boy rested frequently, always before one of the little stores, and at such times the valise was set down beside him on the pavement while his gaze roved from door to window and when possible penetrated past the usually unattractive display of goods into the further dim recesses of the building. Oddly, as it would seem, his pauses were longer and his interest greater when the window was empty of goods and a placard announced the premises for rent. Indeed, on three occasions he crossed the street to peer up at and into tenantless stores, and on two occasions he jotted down memoranda on the back of an envelope ere he took up his burden and went on.

Reaching the busier and more populous part of Alton, he turned to the left, past the town’s single department store, and halted under a sign which read: “Hartford House – Gentlemen Only – One Flight.” Russell pushed open the door and climbed the stairs. The office was at the left of the landing, a clean, sun-filled room through whose broad windows one might look down on the traffic of the street or watch, if one cared to, the casements across the way, beyond which a tailor, a Painless Dentist and a manufacturing jeweler plied their trades. At the desk, presided over by an elderly man with abundant gray whiskers, Russell set his name down in an ink-smeared register, paid the sum of seventy-five cents and was presented with a key.

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“Well?” prompted the latter.

“It’s upstairs, over The Parisian Tailors, on West street. But I don’t like the idea, Stick. You know yourself that a chap won’t climb a flight of stairs if he can find the same thing by walking a block or two further. And there’s Crocker’s store only five doors beyond. I guess that wouldn’t do.”

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