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"Generally I ask a small payment in advance, as

a guarantee that an applicant will really come, but
I am sure I can trust you."

"Thank you, but I am quite willing to conform to
your usual rule," said Phil, as he drew a two-dollar

bill from his pocket and handed it to the widow.
So they parted, mutually pleased. Phil's week at

his present lodging would not be up for several
days, but he was tired of it, and felt that he would

be much more comfortable with Mrs. Forbush. So
he was ready to make the small pecuniary sacrifice

needful.
The conversation which has been recorded took

but five minutes, and did not materially delay Phil,
who, as I have already said, was absent from the

store on an errand.
The next day Phil became installed at his new

boarding-place, and presented himself at supper.
There were three other boarders, two being a

young salesman at a Third Avenue store and his
wife. They occupied a square room on the same

floor with Phil. The other was a female teacher,
employed in one of the city public schools. The

only remaining room was occupied by a drummer,
who was often called away for several days together.

This comprised the list of boarders, but Phil's attention
was called to a young girl of fourteen, of sweet

and attractive appearance, whom he ascertained to
be a daughter of Mrs. Forbush. The young lady

herself, Julia Forbush, cast frequent glances at Phil,
who, being an unusuallygood-looking boy, would

naturally excite the notice of a young girl.
On the whole, it seemed a pleasant and social

circle, and Phil felt that he had found a home.
The next day, as he was occupied in the store,

next to G. Washington Wilbur, he heard that young
man say:

"Why, there's Mr. Carter coming into the store!"
Mr. Oliver Carter, instead of making his way

directly to the office where Mr. Pitkin was sitting,
came up to where Phil was at work.

"How are you getting along, my young friend?"
he asked familiarly.

"Very well, thank you, sir."
"Do you find your duties very fatiguing?"

"Oh, no, sir. I have a comfortable time."
"That's right. Work cheerfully and you will win

the good opinion of your employer. Don't forget to
come up and see me soon."

"Thank you, sir."
"You seem to be pretty solid with the old man,"

remarked Mr. Wilbur.
"We are on very good terms," answered Phil,

smiling.
"I wish you had introduced him to me," said Wilbur.

"Don't you know him?" asked Phil, in surprise.
"He doesn't often come to the store, and when he

does he generally goes at once to the office, and the
clerks don't have a chance to get acquainted."

"I should hardly like to take the liberty, then,"
said Phil.

"Oh, keep him to yourself, then, if you want to,"
said Mr. Wilbur, evidently annoyed.

"I don't care to do that. I shall be entirely
willing to introduce you when there is a good chance."

This seemed to appease Mr. Wilbur, who became
once more gracious.

"Philip," he said, as the hour of closing
approached, "why can't you come around and call upon

me this evening?"
"So I will," answered Phil readily.

Indeed, he found it rather hard to fill up his
evenings, and was glad to have a way suggested.

"Do. I want to tell you a secret."
"Where do you live?" asked Phil.

"No.---- East Twenty-second Street."
"All right. I will come round about half-past

seven."
Though Wilbur lived in a larger house than he,

Phil did not like his room as well. There being only
one chair in the room, Mr. Wilbur put his visitor in

it, and himself sat on the bed.
There was something of a mystery in the young

man's manner as, after clearing his throat, he said
to Phil:

"I am going to tell you a secret."
Phil's curiosity was somewhat stirred, and he

signified that he would like to hear it.
"I have for some time wanted a confidant," said

Mr. Wilbur. "I did not wish to trust a mere acquaintance,
for--ahem!--the matter is quite a delicate one.

Phil regarded him with increased interest.
"I am flattered by your selecting me," said he.

"I will keep your secret."
"Phil," said Mr. Wilbur, in a tragic tone, "you

may be surprised to hear that I am in LOVE!"
Phil started and wanted to laugh, but Mr. Wilbur's

serious, earnest look restrained him.
"Ain't you rather young?" he ventured to say.

"No; I am nineteen," answered Mr. Wilbur.
"The heart makes no account of years."

Whether this was original or borrowed, Phil could
not tell.

"Have you been in love long?" asked Phil.
"Three weeks."

"Does the lady know it?"
"Not yet," returned Mr. Wilbur. "I have

worshiped her from afar. I have never even spoken to
her."

"Then the matter hasn't gone very far?"
"No, not yet."

"Where did you meet her first?"
"In a Broadway stage."

"What is her name?"
"I don't know."

"You don't know much about her, then?"
"Yes; I know where she lives."

"Where?"
"On Lexington Avenue."

"Whereabouts?"
"Between Twenty-ninth and Thirtieth Streets.

Would you like to see her house?"
"Yes," answered Phil, who saw that Mr. Wilbur

wished him so to answer.
"Then come out. We might see her."

The two boys--for Mr. Wilbur, though he considered
himself a young man of large experience, was

really scarcely more than a boy--bent their steps to
Lexington Avenue, and walked in a northerly direction.

They had reached Twenty-eighth Street, when the
door of house farther up on the avenue was opened

and a lady came out.
"That's she!" ejaculated Mr. Wilbur, clutching

Phil by the arm.
Phil looked, and saw a tall young lady, three or

four inches taller than his friend and as many years
older. He looked at his companion with surprise.

"Is that the young lady you are in love with?"
he asked.

"Yes; isn't she a daisy?" asked the lover fervently.
"I am not much of a judge of daisies,' answered

Phil, a little embarrassed, for the young lady had
large features, and was, in his eyes, very far from

pretty.
CHAPTER XIV.

CONSULTING THE ORACLE.
Phil did not like to hurt the feelings of his

companion, and refrained from laughing, though
with difficulty.

"She doesn't appear to know you," he said.
"No," said Wilbur; "I haven't had a chance to

make myself known to her."
"Do you think you can make a favorable

impression upon--the daisy?" asked Phil, outwardly sober,
but inwardly amused.

"I always had a taking way with girls," replied
Mr. Wilbur complacently.

Phil coughed. It was all that saved him from
laughing.

While he was struggling with the inclination, the
lady inadvertently dropped a small parcel which she

had been carrying in her hand. The two boys were
close behind. Like an arrow from the bow Mr. Wilbur

sprang forward, picked up the parcel, and while
his heart beat wildly, said, as he tendered it to the

owner, with a graceful bow and captivating smile:
"Miss, I believe you dropped this."

"Thank you, my good boy," answered the daisy
pleasantly.

Mr. Wilbur staggered back as if he had been
struck. He fell back in discomfiture, and his face

showed the mortification and anguish he felt.
"Did you hear what she said?" he asked, in a

hollow voice.
"She called you a boy, didn't she?"

"Yes," answered Mr. Wilbur sadly.
"Perhaps she may be near-sighted," said Phil consolingly.

"Do you think so?" asked Mr. Wilbur hopefully.
"It is quite possible. Then you are short, you

know."
"Yes, it must be so," said G. Washington Wilbur,

his face more serene. "If she hadn't been she would
have noticed my mustache."

"True."
"She spoke kindly. If--if she had seen how old I

was, it would have been different, don't you think so?"
"Yes, no doubt."

"There is only one thing to do," said Mr. Wilbur,
in a tone of calm resolve.

"What is that?" inquired Phil, in some curiosity.
"I must wear a stove-pipe hat! As you say, I am

small, and a near-sighted person might easily suppose
me to be younger than I am. Now, with a

stove-pipe hat I shall look much older."
"Yes, I presume so."

"Then I can make her acquaintance again, and
she will not mistake me. Phil, why don't you wear

a stove-pipe?"
"Because I don't want to look any older than I

am. Besides, an errand-boy wouldn't look well in a
tall hat."



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