in which bobby stands up for "certain inalienable rights"

whether it was wise policy, or "penny wise and pound foolish" policy for bobby to undertake such a long walk, is certainly a debatable question; but as my young readers would probably object to an argument, we will follow him to the city, and let every one settle the point to suit himself.

his cheerful heart made the road smooth beneath his feet. he had always been accustomed to an active, busy life, and had probably often walked more than twenty miles in a day. about ten o'clock, though he did not feel much fatigued, he seated himself on a rock by a brook from which he had just taken a drink, to rest himself. he had walked slowly so as to husband his strength; and he felt confident that he should be able to accomplish the journey without injury to himself.

after resting for half an hour, he resumed his walk. at twelve o'clock he reached a point from which he obtained his first view of the city. his heart bounded at the sight, and his first impulse was to increase his speed so that he should the sooner gratify his curiosity; but a second thought reminded him that he had eaten nothing since breakfast; so, finding a shady tree by the road side, he seated himself on a stone to eat the luncheon which his considerate mother had placed in his bundle.

thus refreshed, he felt like a new man, and continued his journey again till he was on the very outskirts of the city, where a sign, "no passing over this bridge," interrupted his farther progress. unlike many others, bobby took this sign literally, and did not venture to cross the bridge. having some doubts as to the direct road to the city, he hailed a man in a butcher's cart, who not only pointed the way, but gave him an invitation to ride with him, which bobby was glad to accept.

they crossed the milldam, and the little pilgrim forgot the long walk he had taken—forgot riverdale, his mother, squire lee, and annie, for the time, in the absorbing interest of the exciting scene. the common beat riverdale common all hollow; he had never seen anything like it before. but when the wagon reached washington street, the measure of his surprise was filled up.

"my gracious! how thick the houses are!" exclaimed he, much to the amusement of the kind-hearted butcher.

"we have high fences here," he replied.

"where are all these folks going to?"

"you will have to ask them, if you want to know."

but the wonder soon abated, and bobby began to think of his great mission in the city. he got tired of gazing and wondering, and even began to smile with contempt at the silly fops as they sauntered along, and the gayly dressed ladies, that flaunted like so many idle butterflies, on the sidewalk. it was an exciting scene; but it did not look real to him. it was more like herr grunderslung's exhibition of the magic lantern, than anything substantial. the men and women were like so many puppets. they did not seem to be doing anything, or to be walking for any purpose.

he got out of the butcher's cart at the old south. his first impression, as he joined the busy throng, was, that he was one of the puppets. he did not seem to have any hold upon the scene, and for several minutes this sensation of vacancy chained him to the spot.

"all right!" exclaimed he to himself at last. "i am here. now's my time to make a strike. now or never."

he pulled mr. bayard's card from his pocket, and fixed the number of his store in his mind. now, numbers were not a riverdale institution, and bobby was a little perplexed about finding the one indicated. a little study into the matter, however, set him right, and he soon had the satisfaction of seeing the bookseller's name over his store.

"f. bayard," he read; "this is the place."

"country!" shouted a little ragged boy, who dodged across the street at that moment.

"just so, my beauty!" said bobby, a little nettled at this imputation of verdancy.

"what a greeny!" shouted the little vagabond from the other side of the street.

"no matter, rag-tag! we'll settle that matter some other time."

but bobby felt that there was something in his appearance which subjected him to the remarks of others, and as he entered the shop, he determined to correct it as soon as possible.

a spruce young gentleman was behind the counter, who cast a mischievous glance at him as he entered.

"mr. bayard keep here?" asked bobby.

"well, i reckon he does. how are all the folks up country?" replied the spruce clerk, with a rude grin.

"how are they?" repeated bobby, the color flying to his cheek.

"yes, ha-ow do they dew?"

"they behave themselves better than they do here."

"eh, greeny?"

"eh, sappy?" repeated bobby, mimicking the soft, silky tones of the young city gentleman.

"what do you mean by sappy?" asked the clerk indignantly.

"what do you mean by greeny?"

"i'll let you know what i mean!"

"when you do, i'll let you know what i mean by sappy."

"good!" exclaimed one of the salesmen, who had heard part of this spirited conversation. "you will learn better by and by, timmins, than to impose upon boys from out of town."

"you seem to be a gentleman, sir," said bobby, approaching the salesman. "i wish to see mr. bayard."

"you can't see him!" growled timmins.

"can't i?"

"not at this minute; he is engaged just now," added the salesman, who seemed to have a profound respect for bobby's discrimination. "he will be at liberty in a few moments."

"i will wait, then," said bobby, seating himself on a stool by the counter.

pretty soon the civil gentleman left the store to go to dinner, and timmins, a little timid about provoking the young lion, cast an occasional glance of hatred at him. he had evidently found that "country" was an embryo american citizen, and that he was a firm believer in the self-evident truths of the declaration of independence.

bobby bore no ill will towards the spruce clerk, ready as he had been to defend his "certain inalienable rights."

"you do a big business here," suggested bobby, in a conciliatory tone, and with a smile on his face which ought to have convinced the uncourteous clerk that he meant well.

"who told you so?" replied timmins, gruffly.

"i merely judged from appearances. you have a big store, and an immense quantity of books."

"appearances are deceitful," replied timmins; and perhaps he had been impressed by the fact from his experience with the lad from the country.

"that is true," added bobby, with a good-natured smile, which, when interpreted, might have meant, "i took you for a civil fellow, but i have been very much mistaken."

"you will find it out before you are many days older."

"the book business is good just now, isn't it?" continued bobby, without clearly comprehending the meaning of the other's last remark.

"humph! what's that to you?"

"o, i intend to go into it myself."

"ha, ha, ha! good! you do?"

"i do," replied bobby, seemingly unconcerned at the taunts of the clerk.

"i suppose you want to get a place here," sneered timmins, alarmed at the prospect. "but let me tell you, you can't do it. bayard has all the help he wants; and if that is what you come for, you can move on as fast as you please."

"i guess i will see him," added bobby, quietly.

"no use."

"no harm in seeing him."

as he spoke he took up a book that lay on the counter, and began to turn over the leaves.

"put that book down!" said the amiable mr. timmins.

"i won't hurt it," replied bobby, who had just fixed his eye upon some very pretty engravings in the volume.

"put it down!" repeated mr. timmins, in a loud, imperative tone.

"certainly i will, if you say so," said bobby, who, though not much intimidated by the harsh tones of the clerk, did not know the rules of the store, and deemed it prudent not to meddle.

"i do say so!" added mr. timmins, magnificently; "and what's more, you'd better mind me, too."

bobby had minded, and probably the stately little clerk would not have been so bold if he had not. some people like to threaten after the danger is over.

then our visitor from the country espied some little blank books lying on the counter. he had already made up his mind to have one, in which to keep his accounts; and he thought, while he was waiting, that he would purchase one. he meant to do things methodically; so when he picked up one of the blank books, it was with the intention of buying it.

"put that book down!" said mr. timmins, encouraged in his aggressive intentions by the previous docility of our hero.

"i want to buy one."

"no, you don't; put it down."

"what is the price of these?" asked bobby, resolutely.

"none of your business!"

"is that the way you treat your customers?" asked bobby, with a little sternness in his looks and tones. "i say i want to buy one."

"put it down."

"but i will not; i say i want to buy it."

"no, you don't!"

"what is the price of it?"

"twenty-five cents," growled timmins, which was just four times the retail price.

"twenty-five cents! that's high."

"put it down, then."

"is that your lowest price?" asked bobby, who was as cool as a cucumber.

"yes, it is; and if you don't put it down, i'll kick you out of the store."

"will you? then i won't put it down."

mr. timmins took this as a "stump;" his ire was up, and he walked round from behind the counter to execute his threat.

i must say i think bobby was a little forward, and i would have my young readers a little more pliant with small men like timmins. there are always men enough in the world who are ready and willing to quarrel on any provocation; and it is always best not to provoke them, even if they are overbearing and insolent, as mr. timmins certainly was.

"hold on a minute before you do it," said bobby, with the same provoking coolness. "i want to buy this book, and i am willing to pay a fair price for it. but i happen to know that you can buy them up in riverdale, where i came from, for six cents."

"no matter," exclaimed the indignant clerk, seizing bobby by the coat collar for the purpose of ejecting him; "you shall find your way into the street."

now bobby, as i have before intimated, was an embryo american citizen, and the act of mr. timmins seemed like an invasion of his inalienable rights. no time was given him to make a formal declaration of rights in the premises; so the instinct of self-preservation was allowed to have free course.

mr. timmins pulled and tugged at his coat collar, and bobby hung back like a mule; and for an instant there was quite a spirited scene.

"hallo! timmins, what does this mean?" said a voice, at which the valiant little clerk instantly let go his hold.