CHAPTER XIII.

THE FIRST CIGAR. It was a week or more after Ben started in business as a baggage-smasher, that, in returning from carrying a carpet-bag to Lovejoy's Hotel, on Broadway, he fell in with his first city acquaintance, Jerry Collins. Jerry had just "polished up" a gentleman's boots, and, having been unusually lucky this morning in securing shines, felt disposed to be lavish. "How are you, Ben?" asked Jerry. "What are you up to now?" "I'm a baggage-smasher," answered Ben, who was beginning to adopt the language of the s…