THE MADISON AVENUE STAGE Ben was naturally hopeful, but he had counted more than he was aware on the chance of obtaining assistance from Absalom Peters toward paying off his mother's mortgage.

As Mr.Peters was in Europe nothing could be done, and them seemed absolutely no one else to apply to.
They had friends, of course, and warm ones, in Pentonville, but none that were able to help them.
"I suppose we must make up our minds to lose the house," thought Ben.
"Squire Davenport is selfish and grasping, and there is little chance of turning him." He walked westward till he reached Madison Avenue.

A stage approached, being bound downtown, and, feeling tired, he got in.

The fare was but five cents, and he was willing to pay it.
Some half dozen other passengers beside himself were in the stage.
Opposite Ben sat a handsomely dressed, somewhat portly lady, of middle age, with a kindly expression.

Next her sat a young man, attired fashionably, who had the appearance of belonging to a family of position.