Maurice went to bed in a very unhappy frame of mind. Tom, on the other hand, felt, as he returned to his unfashionable lodgings, that he had never before had so pleasant an evening.
CHAPTER XII.
TOM GAINS A LITTLE INFORMATION.
Though our hero was occupied considerably with thoughts of Bessie Benton, he did not lose sight of the two principal objects he had in visiting Cincinnati. One was, to ascertain the whereabouts of his uncle, the other, to obtain something to do. His cash was low, and he must find some employment.
He consulted a copy of the city directory, which he found in the office of the hotel; but, though he found plenty of Greys, he found but one bearing the name of James Grey. This one was a carpenter, and, of course, could not be his uncle.
"He must have left the city," thought Tom. "I wonder where his place of business was? I might find out something there."
"Have you any old directories?" he asked, at the office.
"How far back?"
"Five or six years."
"We have one of six years back."