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Benton's Venture - Ralph Henry Barbour
Ralph Henry Barbour
Benton's Venture
Published by Good Press, 2022
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Table of Contents
CHAPTER I TOM HAS AN IDEA
CHAPTER II AND SO HAS WILLARD
CHAPTER III MR. BENTON SAYS YES
CHAPTER IV JIMMY BRENNAN REPORTS
CHAPTER V THE BARGAIN IS SEALED
CHAPTER VI WILLARD GOES ON STRIKE
CHAPTER VII JERRY TO THE RESCUE
CHAPTER VIII TOM LEARNS TO RUN THE ARK
CHAPTER IX CAB, SIR?
CHAPTER X THE FIRST PASSENGER
CHAPTER XI THE NEWS-PATRIOT AIDS
CHAPTER XII WILLARD ENCOUNTERS A FRIEND
CHAPTER XIII PAT HERRON LOSES HIS TEMPER
CHAPTER XIV JERRY TAKES A RIDE
CHAPTER XV AN AFTERNOON OFF
CHAPTER XVI AN INTERVIEW WITH THE POLICE
CHAPTER XVII J. DUFF, JOBBING DONE
CHAPTER XVIII DIVIDENDS FOR TWO
CHAPTER XIX MR. DUFF GIVES NOTICE
CHAPTER XX INTRODUCING JULIUS CÆSAR
CHAPTER XXI JIMMY MAKES A PROPOSITION
CHAPTER XXII THE BOYS TAKE A PARTNER
CHAPTER XXIII MR. CONNORS MAKES AN OFFER
CHAPTER XXIV JIMMY GOES TO NEW YORK
CHAPTER XXV THE ARK FINDS A NEW HOME
CHAPTER XXVI THE NEW MOTOR TRUCK
CHAPTER XXVII THE ENEMY IN TROUBLE
CHAPTER XXVIII A WILD RIDE
CHAPTER XXIX THE ARK SAYS GOOD-BYE
CHAPTER I
TOM HAS AN IDEA
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Want to buy an automobile, son?
Tom Benton smiled and shook his head.
All right,
pursued the man good-naturedly. I saw you looking at it, and I didn’t know but you might be wanting a good car. She’s a bargain.
Sort of—worn out, isn’t it?
asked Tom, moving around to a new point of view.
N-no, there’s life in her yet, I guess. ’Course she needs overhauling, as you might say, and some paint. But she’s got four whole cylinders, a good set of gears an’—an’ some other things. No, she ain’t as bad as she looks. If you hear of anyone looking for a bargain in a five-seat, twenty-two-horsepower automobile, you tell ’em to come and see me, son.
What do you want for her?
asked Tom.
The carriage dealer looked at him shrewdly, kicked one worn and tattered tire as if to satisfy himself that it wouldn’t come to pieces, and replied: A hundred and fifty dollars takes her just as she stands, with top, side curtains, top cover an’—an’ I think there’s a jack under the hind seat.
I dare say that’s reasonable,
replied Tom doubtfully, but I guess it would take a lot to put that car in running shape, wouldn’t it?
The dealer shrugged his shoulders. I reckon fifty dollars would make a new car out of her, son. A coat of paint would make a whole pile of difference in her looks, anyway, and I’d paint her and varnish her for—let me see now; well, for thirty dollars. And that’s twenty dollars cheaper than anyone else would do it for. Better think it over.
I’m afraid I couldn’t buy her,
laughed Tom. I haven’t got that much money.
Well, I didn’t suppose you had, but maybe your father would buy it for you. Ain’t you John Benton’s son? Ain’t Postmaster Benton your daddy?
Yes, sir, but I guess he isn’t buying automobiles just now. If I hear of anyone wanting one, though, I’ll tell them about this one. Want me to help you run it inside?
Yes, you might take a wheel over there. Wait till I put the brake off. Now, then! Heave-o! That’s the ticket. Easy! Look out for them hubs on that surrey. All right. Much obliged to you. Tell you what I’ll do, son; if you send a buyer for her, I’ll make you a present of ten dollars. That’s fair, eh? You tell folks she’s a bargain. She is, too. I reckon I could get three hundred for her in the city. I took her in trade from a man over to Graywich. Why, that car cost thirteen hundred dollars when she was new!
I guess that was a long time ago, wasn’t it?
hazarded Tom.
Humph! About three years, if the man told the truth. That ain’t old, though, for an automobile. I was reading the other day about an automobile that had been run twelve years and was as good as new!
Will this one run now?
Tom asked.
She might if she had some gasoline in her. Mind, I ain’t saying she would, for I ain’t tried her. I wouldn’t know how. I never ran one of the things in my life. But the man I took her from says she’ll run, an’ I’ll take his word for it till I find out different. Anyway, she’s all there; there ain’t no parts missing. You can tell ’em that, son.
Yes, sir; I will.
Tom rescued his books, which he had laid aside, and, with a final look at the automobile, left Saunders’ Carriage Works and took up his homeward journey again. It was the first week in June, and the afternoon was warm and almost summer-like. There was a lazy quality in the air, which, possibly, explains why Tom had taken twenty minutes to get from the high school to Saunders’ Carriage Works and why the sight of a decrepit-looking automobile standing in front of the works had caused him to pause and waste another ten minutes. He had left school with the intention of going out to the field, after leaving his books at home and making a raid on the pantry, to watch the high school team practice baseball. Now, however, baseball practice had passed out of his mind. He was thinking of that old automobile back there. He knew very well what he would do with a hundred and fifty dollars if he had it! He would buy that car, fix it up so it would run and make money with it!
He needed money, too. He had already made up his mind to find work of some kind as soon as school was over, and so far the best thing that had offered was a position at four dollars a week in the Audelsville Paper Mill. Tom was convinced that his services ought to be worth more than that stipend, and, if a more remunerative position could be found, the paper mill was not likely to see him. Tom’s father was postmaster at Audelsville, but the salary was barely enough to provide for a family of three. It had long been a settled matter that a college education for Tom was beyond the possibilities, and that so soon as he had graduated from the high school he was to go to work. There was still another year of schooling ahead, however, and Tom, who needed clothes pretty badly nowadays, owing to an unfortunate but quite natural proclivity for outgrowing his garments, didn’t see why it was necessary to complete his education before beginning to earn money. And if he owned that automobile—Tom sighed as he pushed open the gate and went up the short path to the house.
The pantry didn’t offer much in the way of variety to-day, but Tom selected four doughnuts and a banana, and went out to the porch. There he seated himself on the top step, and set to with a good appetite. He had finished the second doughnut when the sound of whistling behind the row of overgrown lilacs along the fence reached him. Tom craned his neck, for the whistling sounded like the musical efforts of Willard Morris. Tom was not mistaken. The smiling face of Willard appeared over the gate.
Hello, Tom!
greeted Willard. Going out to the field?
I guess so. Come on in and have a doughnut.
Nothing loth, Willard accepted the invitation, and a moment later was perched at Tom’s side, and was setting his teeth into one of Mrs. Benton’s doughnuts. Willard was a good-looking youth of seventeen, large and broad-shouldered, with nice eyes, and a pleasant, likable face. He was Tom’s senior by a full year, and was in the class ahead of him at high school. But, in spite of that, the boys were very good friends. While Willard’s father was no better off than Tom’s, Willard himself had lately come into a small legacy from a grandmother who had died, and he was to start in college in the fall—a piece of good fortune that Tom certainly envied him.
I wish,
announced Tom presently, after they had talked school affairs for a few minutes, I wish I had a hundred and fifty dollars, Will.
What for?
An automobile.
Willard stared at him in surprise. Gee,
he said, you’re getting swell! I’d like to see the automobile you’d get for a hundred and fifty dollars, though, Tom!
You can see it in five minutes. It’s at Saunders’ Carriage Works. It’s an old one, and I guess it’s in bad shape, but it could be fixed up all right. It’s cheap at a hundred and fifty, I guess.
I guess most any automobile would be cheap at that figure if it could be made to go. What do you want it for, Tom? Can you run one?
I’ve never tried, but anyone can run an automobile after learning how. I’ve been sitting here wondering if father would get it for me if I asked him. I guess he couldn’t afford it, though.
Say, are you daffy?
demanded Willard. Of course he won’t buy you an automobile! Besides, you’ve got a bicycle, haven’t you? Isn’t that good enough for you? It takes money to run an auto after you’ve got it, Tom.
Oh, I don’t want it for—for pleasure. I want to make money with it, Will. And I could if I had it, too.
How would you do it?
Well——
Tom hesitated a moment. Then, You aren’t thinking of buying it yourself, are you?
he asked.
Not a bit!
laughed Willard.
Then I’ll tell you. You know when folks stop here in Audelsville, drummers and folks like that, they have to go pretty near twelve blocks to get to the hotel or the stores.
I know the station’s a long way from the town,
acknowledged Willard. I thought last Fall, after the Gordon Academy game, I’d never get home. I had a lame ankle and a stiff knee, and it seemed about two miles from the station to the house.
That’s what I mean. Drummers always have bags and trunks, and they can’t walk to the hotel. So they take one of those rickety old hacks down there, or they wait for a car.
They don’t if they’re in a hurry,
said Willard grimly. The cars only run every half-hour or so.
Twenty minutes; but they’re never there when a train comes in, and so the folks usually take one of Connors’ hacks. That costs them fifty cents apiece, and twenty-five cents for a trunk. Well, if I had that automobile, Will, I’d be down there when the trains come in, and I guess I’d do a good business. Most anyone would rather go to the hotel in an automobile than a hack. It’s quicker, in the first place, and then, besides, I’d take them up for a quarter.
Why, say, that isn’t a bad idea! But old Connors would be mad, wouldn’t he? How many would your auto hold?
Four, besides me,
answered Tom. It would be big enough most times, I guess.
But gasoline would cost you money, Tom; don’t forget that. And oil; and repairs. I don’t believe you’d make much at twenty-five cents apiece.
I’ve figured I could clear about fifteen dollars a week,
replied Tom thoughtfully. At that rate I could pay father for the car and have quite a little at the end of the summer. Then, if it proved a success, maybe I could find someone to drive it for me in the winter while I’m at school. But, there’s no use talking about it, I suppose, for I don’t believe father would give me the money.
Maybe Saunders would sell on the installment plan,
Willard suggested. Then you could pay him a little every week. Did you ask him?
Tom shook his head. No; I didn’t really think seriously of it until afterward. He told me he’d give me ten dollars if I’d find someone to buy it from him. So I should think he’d sell it for a hundred and forty if he didn’t have to pay out any commission, eh?
Shucks, Tom, he’d probably let you have it for a hundred and twenty-five. Where’d he get it, anyway?
So Tom told what little he knew of the car’s history, and Willard listened thoughtfully. Well, I’ll tell you what I’d do, Tom,
he said finally. If there was any chance of getting it, I’d find someone who knows about automobiles, and have him look it over. Then, if it wouldn’t cost too much to put it in shape, I’d offer Saunders a hundred and twenty-five for it. Tell him you’ll pay him, say, fifty dollars down, and so much a week. As for painting it, why, I don’t see why you couldn’t do that yourself. It isn’t hard to paint. I’ll help, if you like. And, I wouldn’t paint it black, either, because black shows all the dust and mud. Paint it—paint it gray, Tom.
Yes, I guess that would be better. And I suppose I could do it myself, as you say. It would be rather fun, wouldn’t it? Gee, I wish my father would let me get it!
Well, ask him. There’s no harm in that. I guess you could do pretty well with it, if you had it, Tom. What time is it? Let’s go out and watch those duffers practice for a while.
Mr. Benton listened gravely and interestedly that evening to Tom’s plan, but shook his head.
Tom,
he said finally, I couldn’t find a hundred and twenty-five dollars for you right now to save my life. Maybe I could find fifty if Saunders would let you have the automobile for that much down, but it would be risky, I’m afraid. Suppose you didn’t make your scheme work, my boy? Then how would you meet your payments?
I don’t see how it could help working, father,
replied Tom earnestly. I guess there’s fully twenty to thirty folks going back and forth from the station every day.
More, but they don’t all ride in hacks. Lots of them take the car and lots more walk.
But they wouldn’t so many of them walk or take the car if they could get up to town quickly and comfortably in an automobile.
Perhaps not. You can’t tell, though. Besides, I don’t know as I’d want to do anything to hurt Connors’ business, Tom. He’s been doing the station livery for a good many years now.
There wouldn’t be anything to keep him from putting on an automobile, too, father, if he found I was getting the business away from him.
But supposing he did? Then where would you be?
Tom was silent. Mr. Benton shook his head again.
I appreciate your wanting to make money, Tom,
he said kindly, but I guess the best thing to do is to find some work somewhere and not risk any capital. A hundred and twenty-five dollars looks pretty big to your daddy these days!
CHAPTER II
AND SO HAS WILLARD
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That ought to have settled the matter; but, although Tom, refusing comfort from his mother, went to bed telling himself that it was going to be the paper mill after all, somehow the next morning brought renewed hope. While he was dressing he tried to think of some way in which to get hold of that automobile, and, although he hadn’t succeeded by breakfast time, he nevertheless went downstairs to the morning meal in high spirits. There’s something about a fresh, dew-sprinkled June morning that makes a chap believe he can do almost anything if he tries hard enough!
When Tom started out of the house he was surprised to see Willard Morris leaning over the gate.
I’ve been waiting for you,
announced Willard. If we have time let’s stop and look at that buzz-wagon you were talking about yesterday. Will you?
Yes; but I guess there isn’t much use, Will. I spoke to father, and he said he couldn’t afford it. At least, he says he couldn’t afford to pay a hundred and twenty-five. He might pay fifty, but he’s afraid I might not make a go of it.
What did he say?
asked Willard.
Tom narrated the conversation of the evening before, and Willard nodded once or twice, as he heard Mr. Benton’s objections.
Well, maybe he’s right, Tom. There isn’t any sure thing about it, and that’s so, but he loses sight of the fact that, even if the scheme didn’t work, you’d still have the automobile, and ought to get as much for it as you gave; that is, if it’s as good as you say it is. Anyway, we’ll look it over.
They did. Mr. Saunders was glad to have them see it, and expatiated on its merits for ten minutes, while Willard walked around it and viewed it carefully. Was you thinking of buying it yourself?
asked Mr. Saunders.
Oh, I don’t know,
replied Willard. Maybe. I’m sort of looking for a bargain in an automobile.
Tom stared at him in surprise. But I think you’re asking a whole lot for this thing. Why, it would cost a hundred dollars, probably, to put that car in shape!
What if it did? That would be only two hundred and fifty, and where could you get an automobile for that money?
Two hundred and fifty?
repeated Willard. Oh, I see; you’re figuring on getting a hundred and fifty for it.
He shook his head, and felt disparagingly of a worn tire. I wouldn’t give that much. Maybe I’d offer you a hundred, but I’d want to have someone look over the engine first.
Mr. Saunders snorted with disgust. A hundred! Why, that thing cost me two hundred in trade! A hundred! Pshaw! I’d sell her to the junkman first!
Maybe that would be better,
said Willard agreeably. Well, perhaps I’ll come in again. I’ll think it over. If I were you I’d have someone wash it so you could see what it was like underneath the dirt.
Mr. Saunders received the suggestion with a shrug, and the boys hurried out. What did you mean by saying you were thinking of buying it?
asked Tom curiously. Willard shook his head.
I’ll tell you at noon,
he said. There isn’t time now. We’ve got only three minutes to get to school. Wait for me at the east door at recess, Tom.
Tom’s lessons didn’t go very well that forenoon. Try as he might, he couldn’t get that automobile out of his head, and the schemes he evolved and abandoned to get possession of it were legion. After morning session he waited for Willard at the front entrance, and the two boys sought a quiet corner of the stone curbing about the high school grounds and opened their lunch-boxes. After Willard had taken the edge off his appetite by the consumption of three sandwiches and a slice of pie he consented to satisfy Tom’s curiosity.
My, but I was starved. I didn’t eat much breakfast, because I was afraid I’d miss you at your house, and I wanted to have a look at that car with you. You don’t think there’s much chance of your father buying it?
I don’t believe there’s any chance,
replied Tom ruefully.
Is there any other way you know of that you can get the money?
No, I wish there was!
Well, all right,
and Willard began to