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saw that the old gentleman was kindly disposed

toward him, and in his present circumstances he needed
such a friend.

But in portion" target="_blank" title="n.比率 vt.使成比例">proportion as Mr. Wharton became more
cordial, Mrs. Bradley became more frosty, until at

last the old gentleman noticed her manner.
``Don't you feel well this evening, Mrs Bradley?''

he asked.
``I have a little headache,'' said the housekeeper,

coldly.
``You had better do something for it.''

``It will pass away of itself, sir.''
They arose from the dinner table, and Mr.

Wharton, followed by Frank, ascended the staircase to
the front room on the second floor, which was

handsomely fitted up as a library,
``What makes him take such notice of a mere cash-

boy?'' said Mrs. Bradley to herself. ``That boy reminds
me of somebody. Who is it?''

CHAPTER VIII
AN UNEXPECTED ENGAGEMENT

``Take a seat, Frank,'' said Mr. Wharton, pointing
to a luxuriousarmchair on one side of the cheerful

grate fire; ``I will take the other, and you shall tell
me all about yourself.''

``Thank you, sir,'' said our hero.
His confidence was won by Mr. Wharton's kind

tone, and he briefly recounted his story.
At the conclusion, Mr. Wharton said:

``How old are you, Frank ?''
``Fourteen, sir.''

``You are a brave boy, and a good boy, and you
deserve success.''

``Thank you, sir.''
``But I am bound to say that you have a hard task

before you.''
``I know it, sir.''

``Why not let your sister go to the poorhouse for a
few years, till you are older, and better able to

provide for her?''
``I should be ashamed to do it, sir,'' he said. ``I

promised my mother to take care of Grace, and I
will.''

``How much do you earn as a cash-boy?''
``Three dollars a week.''

``Only three dollars a week! Why, that won't pay
your own expenses!'' said the old gentleman in surprise.

``Yes, sir, it does. I pay fifty cents a week for my
room, and my meals don't cost me much.''

``But you will want clothes.''
``I have enough for the present, and I am laying

up fifty cents a week to buy more when I need them.''
``You can't buy many for twenty-six dollars a

year. But that doesn't allow anything for your
sister's expenses.''

``That is what puzzles me, sir,'' said Frank, fixing
a troubled glance upon the fire. ``I shall have to

work in the evenings for Grace.''
``What can you do?''

``I could copy, but I suppose there isn't much
chance of getting copying to do.''

``Then you have a good handwriting?''
``Pretty fair, sir.''

``Let me see a specimen. There are pen and ink
on the table, and here is a sheet of paper.''

Frank seated himself at the table, and wrote his
name on the paper.

``Very good,'' said his host, approvingly. ``Your
hand is good enough for a copyist, but you are correct

in supposing that work of that kind is hard
to get. Are you a good reader?''

``Do you mean in reading aloud, sir?''
``Yes.''

``I will try, if you wish.''
``Take a book from the table--any book--and let

me hear you read.''
Frank opened the first book that came to hand--

one of Irving's and read in a clear, unembarrassed
voice about half a page.

``Very good indeed!'' said Mr. Wharton. ``You
have been well taught. Where did you attend

school?''
``Only in the town school, sir.''

``You have, at any rate, made good use of your
advantages.''

``But will it do me any good, sir?'' asked Frank.
``People are not paid for reading, are they?''

``Not in general, but we will suppose the case of
a person whose eyes are weak, and likely to be badly

affected by evening use. Then suppose such a person
could secure the services of a good, clear, distinct

reader, don't you think he would be willing to
pay something?''

``I suppose so. Do you know of any such person?''
asked Frank.

``I am describing myself, Frank. A year since I
strained my eyes very severely, and have never dared

to use them much since by gaslight. Mrs. Bradley,
my housekeeper, has read to me some, but she has

other duties, and I don't think she enjoys it very
much. Now, why shouldn't I get you to read to me

in the evening when you are not otherwise employed?''
``I wish you would, Mr. Wharton,'' said Frank,

eagerly. ``I would do my best.''
``I have no doubt of that, but there is another

question--perhaps you might ask a higher salary
than I could afford to pay.''

``Would a dollar a week be too much?'' asked
Frank.

``I don't think I could complain of that,'' said Mr.
Wharton, gravely. ``Very well, I will engage you as

my reader.''
``Thank you, sir.''

``But about the pay; I have made up my mind to
pay you five dollars a week.''

``Five dollars a week!'' Frank repeated. ``It is
much more than my services will be worth sir.''

``Let me judge of that, Frank.''
``I don't know how to thank you, sir,'' said Frank,

gratefully. ``I never expected to be so rich. I shall
have no trouble in paying for Grace's board and

clothes now. When do you want me to begin reading to you?''
``You may as well begin to-night--that is, unless

you have some other engagement.''
``Oh, no, sir, I have nothing else to do.''

``Take the Evening Post, then, and read me the
leading editorial. Afterward, I will tell you what to

read.''
Frank had been reading about half an hour, when

a knock was heard at the door.
``Come in,'' said Mr. Wharton.

Mrs. Bradley entered, with a soft, quiet step.
``I thought, sir,'' she began, ``you might like me

to read to you, as usual.''
``Thank you, Mrs. Bradley, but I am going to

relieve you of that portion of your labors. My young
friend here is to come every evening and read to

me.''
``Indeed!'' ejaculated the housekeeper in a tone of

chilly displeasure, and a sharp glance at Frank,
which indicated no great amount of cordiality.

``Then, as I am intruding, I will take my leave.''
There was something in her tone that made Frank

feel uncomfortable.
CHAPTER IX

THE HOUSEKEEPER'S NEPHEW
``By no means,'' said Mr. Wharton, as the

housekeeper was about to withdraw; ``don't imagine you
are intruding. Come in and sit down.''

``Thank you, sir,'' said Mrs. Bradley, in a
measured tone. ``You are very considerate, I am sure,

but if you'll excuse me, I won't come in this evening.''
``Mrs. Bradley has been with me a good many

years,'' explained Mr. Wharton, ``and I dare say she
feels a little disturbed at seeing another occupy her

place, even in a duty like this.''
``I am afraid she will be offended with me, sir,''

said Frank.
``Oh, no; I will explain matters to her. Go on

with your reading, Frank.''
At half-past nine, Mr. Wharton took out his watch.

``It is getting late,'' he said. ``I have no doubt you
are tired and need rest.''

``I am not tired, sir.''
``I believe in going to bed early. I shall seldom

keep you later than this. Do you think you can find
your way out?''

``Yes, sir. When shall I come to-morrow evening?''
``A little before eight.''

``I will be punctual.''
Jasper was waiting for him, not wholly without

anxiety, for it was very unusual for Frank to be late.
``Well, Frank!'' he exclaimed; ``this is a pretty

time for you to come home. I began to think you
had got into trouble. I was just going around to the

nearest station house in search of you.''
``I was in quite a different place, Jasper.''

Frank told his story, including an account of his
engagement.

``So it seems I am to lose your company in the
evening. I am sorry for that, but I am glad you are

so lucky.''
``It was better than I expected,'' said Frank, with

satisfaction.
``What sort of a man is this Mr. Wharton?'' said

Jasper.
``He is very kind and generous. I am lucky to

have so good a friend. There's only one thing that
is likely to be disagreeable.''

``What's that?''
``The housekeeper--her name is Mrs. Bradley--

for some reason or other she doesn't want me there.''
``What makes you think so?''

``Her manner, and the way she speaks. She came
in to read to Mr. Wharton last evening, and didn't

seem to like it because I had been taken in her place.''
``She is evidentlyjealous. You must take care not

to offend her. She might endeavor to have you dismissed.''
``I shall always treat her politely, but I don't think

I can ever like her.''
Meanwhile, the housekeeper, on leaving the



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