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"I'll give you the worst licking you ever had. Do you want to
fight?" said Mike, flourishing his fist.
"No, I don't," said Paul. "Some time when I haven't a bundle,
I'll accommodate you."
"You're a coward!" sneered Mike, gaining courage as he saw Paul
was not disposed for an counter" target="_blank" title="vt.&n.偶然相遇；冲突">encounter.
"I don't think I am," said Paul, coolly.
"I'll hold your shirt," said Mike's companion, with a grin, "if
you want to fight."
Paul, however, did not care to intrust the shirt to a stranger of
so unprepossessing an appearance.
He, therefore, attempted to pass on. But Mike, encouraged by his
reluctance, stepped up and shook his fist within an inch of
Paul's nose, calling him at the same time a coward. This was too
much for Paul's self-restraint. He dropped the shirt and pitched
into Mike in so scientific a manner that the latter was compelled
to retreat, and finally to flee at the top of his speed, not
without having first received several pretty hard blows.
"I don't think he will meddle with me again," said Paul to
himself, as he pulled down the sleeves of his jacket.
He walked back, and looked for the shirt which he had laid down
before commencing the combat. But he looked in vain. Nothing
was to be seen of the shirt or of Mike's companion. Probably
both had disappeared together.
CHAPTER XI
BARCLAY & CO.
The loss of the shirt was very vexatious. It was not so much the
value of it that Paul cared for, although this was a
consideration by no means to be despised by one in his
circumstances; but it had been lent as a pattern, and without it
his mother would be unable to make Mr. Preston's shirts. As to
recovering it, he felt that there was little chance of this.
Besides, it would involve delay, and his mother could not afford
to remain idle. Paul felt decidedly" target="_blank" title="ad.坚决地，果断地">decidedlyuncomfortable. Again Mike
Donovan had done him an injury, and this time of a more serious
nature than before.
What should he do?
There seemed but one answer to this question. He must go back to
Mr. Preston, explain the manner in which he had lost his shirt,
and ask him for another, promising, of course, to supply the
place of the one lost. He was not sure whether Mr. Preston would
accept this explanation. He might think it was only an attempt
to defraud him. But, at any rate, it seemed the only thing to
do, and it must be done at once. He entered a passing car, for
it was too late to walk.
"I wish I had taken the car down," thought Paul. "Then I
shouldn't have lost the shirt."
But it was too late for regrets now. He must do the best that
remained to him.
It was nearly ten o'clock when Paul once more stood before the
door of Mr. Preston's boarding-place. He rang the bell and asked
to see him.
"You have been here before this evening?" said the servant.
"Yes."
"Then you know the room. You can walk right up."
Paul went upstairs and knocked at Mr. Preston's room. He was
bidden to come in, and did so.
Mr. Preston looked up with surprise.
"I suppose you are surprised to see me," said Paul, rather
awkwardly.
"Why, yes. I did not anticipate that pleasure quite so soon,"
said Mr. Preston, smiling.
"I am afraid it won't be a pleasure, for I bring bad news."
"Bad news?" repeated the gentleman, rather startled.
"Yes; I have lost the shirt you gave me."
"Oh, is that all?" said Mr. Preston, looking relieved. "But how
did you lose it?"
"I was walking home down the Bowery, when two fellows met me.
One of them, Mike Donovan, forced me into a fight. I gave him a
licking," added Paul, with satisfaction; "but when it was all
over, I found the other fellow had run off with the shirt."
"I don't believe it will fit him," said Mr. Preston, laughing.
As the speaker probably weighed two hundred and fifty pounds, it
was, indeed, rather doubtful. Paul couldn't help laughing
himself at the thought.
"You were certainly unlucky," said Mr. Preston. "Did you know
the boy you fought with?"
"Yes, sir; he once before stole my stock of candy, when I was in
the prize-package business."
"That was the day we got acquainted," remarked Mr. Preston.
"Yes, sir."
"He doesn't seem to be a very particular friend of yours."
"No; he hates me, Mike does, though I don't know why. But I hope
you won't be angry with me for losing the shirt?"
"No; it doesn't seem to be your fault, only your misfortune."
"I was afraid you might think I had made up the story, and only
wanted to get an extra shirt from you."
"No, my young friend; I have some faith in physiognomy, and you
have an honest face. I don't believe you would deceive me."
"No, I wouldn't," said Paul, promptly. "If you will trust me
with another shirt, mother will make you an extra one to make up
for the one I have lost."
"Certainly you shall have the extra shirt, but you needn't supply
the place of the one lost."
"It is only fair that I should."
"That may be, and I am glad you made the offer, but the loss is
of little importance to me. It was no fault of yours that you
lost it, and you shall not suffer for it."
"You are very kind, sir," said Paul, gratefully.
"Only just, Paul."
Mr. Preston went to the bureau, and drew out another shirt, which
he handed to Paul.
"Let me suggest, my young friend," he said, "that you ride home
this time. It is late, and you might have another counter" target="_blank" title="vt.&n.偶然相遇；冲突">encounter with
your friend. I should like to see him with the shirt on," and
Mr. Preston laughed heartily at the thought.
Paul decided to follow his patron's advice. He had no idea of
running any more risk in the matter. He accordingly walked to
Fourth avenue and got on board the car.
It was nearly eleven o'clock when he reached home. As it was
never his habit to stay out late, his mother had become alarmed
at his long absence.
"What kept you so late, Paul?" she asked.
"I'll tell you, pretty soon, mother. Here's the shirt that is to
serve as a pattern. Can you cut out the new shirts by it?"
Mrs. Hoffman examined it attentively.
"Yes," she said; "there will be no difficulty about that. Mr.
Preston must be a pretty large man."
"Yes, he is big enough for an alderman; but he is very kind and
considerate, and I like him. You shall judge for yourself when I
tell you what happened this evening."
It will not be necessary to tell Paul's adventure over again.
His mother listened with pardonable indignation against Mike
Donovan and his companion.
"I hope you won't have anything to do with that bad boy, Paul,"
she said.
"I shan't, if I can help it," said Paul. "I didn't want to speak
to him to-night, but I couldn't help myself. Oh, I forgot to
say, when half the shirts are ready, I am to take them to Mr.
Preston."
"I think I can make one a day."
"There is no need of working so steadily, mother. You will be
well paid, you know."
"That is true; and for that reason I shall work more cheerfully.
I wish I could get paid as well for all my work."
"Perhaps Mr. Preston will recommend you to his friends, and you
can get more work that way."
"I wish I could."
"I will mention it to him, when I carry back the last half
dozen."
"Is he going to send the cloth?"
"I nearly forgot that, too. I have an order on Barclay & Co.
for the necessary amount of cloth. I can go up there to-morrow
morning and get it."
"That will take you from your work, Paul."
"Well, I can close up for a couple of hours."
"I don't think that will be necessary. I will go up myself and
present the order, and get them to send it home for me."
"Will they do that?"
"It is their custom. Or, if the bundle isn't too large. I can
bring it home myself in the car."
"That's all right, then. And now, mother, as it's past eleven
o'clock, I think we may as well both go to bed."
The next day Paul went as usual to his business, and Mrs.
Hoffman, after clearing away the breakfast, put on her bonnet and
shawl, and prepared to go for the materials for the shirts.
The retail store of Barclay & Co. is of great size, and ranks
among the most important in New York. It was not so well filled
when Mrs. Hoffman entered as it would be later. She was directed
to the proper counter, where she presented the order, signed by
Mr. Preston. As he was a customer of long standing, there was no
difficulty about filling the order. A bundle was made up, which,
as it contained the materials for twelve shirts, necessarily was
of considerable size.
"Here is your bundle, ma'am," said the clerk.
Mrs. Hoffman's strength was slender, and she did not feel able to
carry the heavy bundle offered her. Even if she took the car,
she would be obliged to carry it a portion of the way, and she
felt that it would overtask her strength.
"Don't you send bundles?" she asked.
"Sometimes," said the clerk, looking superciliously at the modest
attire of the poor widow, and mentally deciding that she was not
entitled to much consideration. Had she been richly dressed, he
would have been very obsequious, and insisted on sending home the
smallest parcel. But there are many who have two rules of
conduct, one for the rich, and quite a different one for the
poor, and among these was the clerk who was attending upon Mrs.
Hoffman.
"Then," said Mrs. Hoffman, "I should like to have you send this."
"It's a great deal of trouble to send everything," said the
clerk, impertinently.
"This bundle is too heavy for me to carry," said the widow,
deprecatingly.
"I suppose we can send it," said the clerk, ill-naturedly, "if
you insist upon it."
Meanwhile, though he had not observed it, his employer had
approached, and heard the last part of the colloquy. He was
considered by some as a hard man, but there was one thing he
always required of those in his employ; that was to treat all
purchasers with uniform courtesy, whatever their circumstances.
"Are you objecting to sending this lady's bundle?" said Mr.
Barclay, sternly.
The clerk looked up in confusion.
"I told her we would send it," he stammered.
"I have heard what passed. You have been deficient in
politeness. If this happens again, you leave my employ."
"I will take your address," said the clerk, in a subdued tone.
Mrs. Hoffman gave it, and left the store, thankful for the
interference of the great merchant who had given his clerk a
lesson which the latter, as he valued his situation, found it
advisable to bear in mind.
fight?" said Mike, flourishing his fist.
"No, I don't," said Paul. "Some time when I haven't a bundle,
I'll accommodate you."
"You're a coward!" sneered Mike, gaining courage as he saw Paul
was not disposed for an counter" target="_blank" title="vt.&n.偶然相遇；冲突">encounter.
"I don't think I am," said Paul, coolly.
"I'll hold your shirt," said Mike's companion, with a grin, "if
you want to fight."
Paul, however, did not care to intrust the shirt to a stranger of
so unprepossessing an appearance.
He, therefore, attempted to pass on. But Mike, encouraged by his
reluctance, stepped up and shook his fist within an inch of
Paul's nose, calling him at the same time a coward. This was too
much for Paul's self-restraint. He dropped the shirt and pitched
into Mike in so scientific a manner that the latter was compelled
to retreat, and finally to flee at the top of his speed, not
without having first received several pretty hard blows.
"I don't think he will meddle with me again," said Paul to
himself, as he pulled down the sleeves of his jacket.
He walked back, and looked for the shirt which he had laid down
before commencing the combat. But he looked in vain. Nothing
was to be seen of the shirt or of Mike's companion. Probably
both had disappeared together.
CHAPTER XI
BARCLAY & CO.
The loss of the shirt was very vexatious. It was not so much the
value of it that Paul cared for, although this was a
consideration by no means to be despised by one in his
circumstances; but it had been lent as a pattern, and without it
his mother would be unable to make Mr. Preston's shirts. As to
recovering it, he felt that there was little chance of this.
Besides, it would involve delay, and his mother could not afford
to remain idle. Paul felt decidedly" target="_blank" title="ad.坚决地，果断地">decidedlyuncomfortable. Again Mike
Donovan had done him an injury, and this time of a more serious
nature than before.
What should he do?
There seemed but one answer to this question. He must go back to
Mr. Preston, explain the manner in which he had lost his shirt,
and ask him for another, promising, of course, to supply the
place of the one lost. He was not sure whether Mr. Preston would
accept this explanation. He might think it was only an attempt
to defraud him. But, at any rate, it seemed the only thing to
do, and it must be done at once. He entered a passing car, for
it was too late to walk.
"I wish I had taken the car down," thought Paul. "Then I
shouldn't have lost the shirt."
But it was too late for regrets now. He must do the best that
remained to him.
It was nearly ten o'clock when Paul once more stood before the
door of Mr. Preston's boarding-place. He rang the bell and asked
to see him.
"You have been here before this evening?" said the servant.
"Yes."
"Then you know the room. You can walk right up."
Paul went upstairs and knocked at Mr. Preston's room. He was
bidden to come in, and did so.
Mr. Preston looked up with surprise.
"I suppose you are surprised to see me," said Paul, rather
awkwardly.
"Why, yes. I did not anticipate that pleasure quite so soon,"
said Mr. Preston, smiling.
"I am afraid it won't be a pleasure, for I bring bad news."
"Bad news?" repeated the gentleman, rather startled.
"Yes; I have lost the shirt you gave me."
"Oh, is that all?" said Mr. Preston, looking relieved. "But how
did you lose it?"
"I was walking home down the Bowery, when two fellows met me.
One of them, Mike Donovan, forced me into a fight. I gave him a
licking," added Paul, with satisfaction; "but when it was all
over, I found the other fellow had run off with the shirt."
"I don't believe it will fit him," said Mr. Preston, laughing.
As the speaker probably weighed two hundred and fifty pounds, it
was, indeed, rather doubtful. Paul couldn't help laughing
himself at the thought.
"You were certainly unlucky," said Mr. Preston. "Did you know
the boy you fought with?"
"Yes, sir; he once before stole my stock of candy, when I was in
the prize-package business."
"That was the day we got acquainted," remarked Mr. Preston.
"Yes, sir."
"He doesn't seem to be a very particular friend of yours."
"No; he hates me, Mike does, though I don't know why. But I hope
you won't be angry with me for losing the shirt?"
"No; it doesn't seem to be your fault, only your misfortune."
"I was afraid you might think I had made up the story, and only
wanted to get an extra shirt from you."
"No, my young friend; I have some faith in physiognomy, and you
have an honest face. I don't believe you would deceive me."
"No, I wouldn't," said Paul, promptly. "If you will trust me
with another shirt, mother will make you an extra one to make up
for the one I have lost."
"Certainly you shall have the extra shirt, but you needn't supply
the place of the one lost."
"It is only fair that I should."
"That may be, and I am glad you made the offer, but the loss is
of little importance to me. It was no fault of yours that you
lost it, and you shall not suffer for it."
"You are very kind, sir," said Paul, gratefully.
"Only just, Paul."
Mr. Preston went to the bureau, and drew out another shirt, which
he handed to Paul.
"Let me suggest, my young friend," he said, "that you ride home
this time. It is late, and you might have another counter" target="_blank" title="vt.&n.偶然相遇；冲突">encounter with
your friend. I should like to see him with the shirt on," and
Mr. Preston laughed heartily at the thought.
Paul decided to follow his patron's advice. He had no idea of
running any more risk in the matter. He accordingly walked to
Fourth avenue and got on board the car.
It was nearly eleven o'clock when he reached home. As it was
never his habit to stay out late, his mother had become alarmed
at his long absence.
"What kept you so late, Paul?" she asked.
"I'll tell you, pretty soon, mother. Here's the shirt that is to
serve as a pattern. Can you cut out the new shirts by it?"
Mrs. Hoffman examined it attentively.
"Yes," she said; "there will be no difficulty about that. Mr.
Preston must be a pretty large man."
"Yes, he is big enough for an alderman; but he is very kind and
considerate, and I like him. You shall judge for yourself when I
tell you what happened this evening."
It will not be necessary to tell Paul's adventure over again.
His mother listened with pardonable indignation against Mike
Donovan and his companion.
"I hope you won't have anything to do with that bad boy, Paul,"
she said.
"I shan't, if I can help it," said Paul. "I didn't want to speak
to him to-night, but I couldn't help myself. Oh, I forgot to
say, when half the shirts are ready, I am to take them to Mr.
Preston."
"I think I can make one a day."
"There is no need of working so steadily, mother. You will be
well paid, you know."
"That is true; and for that reason I shall work more cheerfully.
I wish I could get paid as well for all my work."
"Perhaps Mr. Preston will recommend you to his friends, and you
can get more work that way."
"I wish I could."
"I will mention it to him, when I carry back the last half
dozen."
"Is he going to send the cloth?"
"I nearly forgot that, too. I have an order on Barclay & Co.
for the necessary amount of cloth. I can go up there to-morrow
morning and get it."
"That will take you from your work, Paul."
"Well, I can close up for a couple of hours."
"I don't think that will be necessary. I will go up myself and
present the order, and get them to send it home for me."
"Will they do that?"
"It is their custom. Or, if the bundle isn't too large. I can
bring it home myself in the car."
"That's all right, then. And now, mother, as it's past eleven
o'clock, I think we may as well both go to bed."
The next day Paul went as usual to his business, and Mrs.
Hoffman, after clearing away the breakfast, put on her bonnet and
shawl, and prepared to go for the materials for the shirts.
The retail store of Barclay & Co. is of great size, and ranks
among the most important in New York. It was not so well filled
when Mrs. Hoffman entered as it would be later. She was directed
to the proper counter, where she presented the order, signed by
Mr. Preston. As he was a customer of long standing, there was no
difficulty about filling the order. A bundle was made up, which,
as it contained the materials for twelve shirts, necessarily was
of considerable size.
"Here is your bundle, ma'am," said the clerk.
Mrs. Hoffman's strength was slender, and she did not feel able to
carry the heavy bundle offered her. Even if she took the car,
she would be obliged to carry it a portion of the way, and she
felt that it would overtask her strength.
"Don't you send bundles?" she asked.
"Sometimes," said the clerk, looking superciliously at the modest
attire of the poor widow, and mentally deciding that she was not
entitled to much consideration. Had she been richly dressed, he
would have been very obsequious, and insisted on sending home the
smallest parcel. But there are many who have two rules of
conduct, one for the rich, and quite a different one for the
poor, and among these was the clerk who was attending upon Mrs.
Hoffman.
"Then," said Mrs. Hoffman, "I should like to have you send this."
"It's a great deal of trouble to send everything," said the
clerk, impertinently.
"This bundle is too heavy for me to carry," said the widow,
deprecatingly.
"I suppose we can send it," said the clerk, ill-naturedly, "if
you insist upon it."
Meanwhile, though he had not observed it, his employer had
approached, and heard the last part of the colloquy. He was
considered by some as a hard man, but there was one thing he
always required of those in his employ; that was to treat all
purchasers with uniform courtesy, whatever their circumstances.
"Are you objecting to sending this lady's bundle?" said Mr.
Barclay, sternly.
The clerk looked up in confusion.
"I told her we would send it," he stammered.
"I have heard what passed. You have been deficient in
politeness. If this happens again, you leave my employ."
"I will take your address," said the clerk, in a subdued tone.
Mrs. Hoffman gave it, and left the store, thankful for the
interference of the great merchant who had given his clerk a
lesson which the latter, as he valued his situation, found it
advisable to bear in mind.
- companion [kəm´pæniən]
n.同伴；同事；伴侣 (初中英语单词) - therefore [´ðeəfɔ:] ad.&conj.因此；所以 (初中英语单词)
- coward [´kauəd] n.胆怯者 a.胆小的 (初中英语单词)
- scientific [,saiən´tifik] a.科学(上)的 (初中英语单词)
- retreat [ri´tri:t] v.&n.退却；撤退；放弃 (初中英语单词)
- unable [ʌn´eibəl] a.不能的；无能为力的 (初中英语单词)
- involve [in´vɔlv] vt.卷缠；包括；使专注 (初中英语单词)
- injury [´indʒəri] n.伤害；毁坏；侮辱 (初中英语单词)
- promising [´prɔmisiŋ] a.有希望的；有为的 (初中英语单词)
- explanation [,eksplə´neiʃən] n.解释；说明；辩解 (初中英语单词)
- satisfaction [,sætis´fækʃən] n.满意；满足 (初中英语单词)
- speaker [´spi:kə] n.演讲人；代言人 (初中英语单词)
- deceive [di´si:v] vt.欺骗，欺诈 (初中英语单词)
- promptly [´prɔmptli] ad.敏捷地；即时地 (初中英语单词)
- bureau [´bjuərəu] n.局；编辑部；事务所 (初中英语单词)
- encounter [in´kauntə] vt.&n.偶然相遇；冲突 (初中英语单词)
- accordingly [ə´kɔ:diŋli] ad.因此；从而；依照 (初中英语单词)
- working [´wə:kiŋ] a.工人的；劳动的 (初中英语单词)
- steadily [´stedili] ad.坚定地；不断地 (初中英语单词)
- recommend [,rekə´mend] vt.推荐；使受欢迎 (初中英语单词)
- amount [ə´maunt] n.总数；数量 v.合计 (初中英语单词)
- bundle [´bʌndl] n.包，捆；包袱(裹) (初中英语单词)
- customer [´kʌstəmə] n.顾客，买主，主顾 (初中英语单词)
- standing [´stændiŋ] n.持续 a.直立的 (初中英语单词)
- considerable [kən´sidərəbəl] a.重要的；值得重视 (初中英语单词)
- slender [´slendə] a.细长的；微薄的 (初中英语单词)
- portion [´pɔ:ʃən] n.嫁妆；命运 vt.分配 (初中英语单词)
- consideration [kən,sidə´reiʃən] n.考虑；原因；体谅 (初中英语单词)
- parcel [´pɑ:sl] n.包裹；一批 vt.区分 (初中英语单词)
- employer [im´plɔiə] n.雇佣者，雇主 (初中英语单词)
- whatever [wɔt´evə] pron.&a.无论什么 (初中英语单词)
- accommodate [ə´kɔmədeit] vt.供应；容纳；调节 (高中英语单词)
- meddle [´medl] vi.干涉(预)；乱弄 (高中英语单词)
- combat [´kɔmbæt] v.&n.斗争；战斗；争斗 (高中英语单词)
- decidedly [di´saididli] ad.坚决地，果断地 (高中英语单词)
- uncomfortable [ʌn´kʌmftəbəl] a.不舒服的，不自在的 (高中英语单词)
- anticipate [æn´tisipeit] vt.预期；指望；期待 (高中英语单词)
- repeated [ri´pi:tid] a.反复的；重复的 (高中英语单词)
- doubtful [´dautful] a.怀疑的，可疑的 (高中英语单词)
- heartily [´hɑ:tili] ad.衷心地；亲切地 (高中英语单词)
- decided [di´saidid] a.明显的；决定的 (高中英语单词)
- indignation [,indig´neiʃən] n.愤慨；气愤 (高中英语单词)
- bonnet [´bɔnit] n.无边女帽；童帽 (高中英语单词)
- counter [´kauntə] n.计算者；柜台；计算机 (高中英语单词)
- necessarily [´nesisərili] ad.必定，必然地 (高中英语单词)
- courtesy [´kə:tisi] n.礼貌；殷勤；好意 (高中英语单词)
- thankful [´θæŋkfəl] a.感激的；欣慰的 (高中英语单词)
- intrust [in´trʌst] vt.=entrust (英语四级单词)
- upstairs [,ʌp´steəz] ad.在楼上 a.楼上的 (英语四级单词)
- alderman [´ɔ:ldəmən] n.市参议员；总督 (英语四级单词)
- clearing [´kliəriŋ] n.(森林中的)空旷地 (英语四级单词)
- retail [´ri:teil, ri´teil] n.&a.&v.零售(商品的) (英语四级单词)
- richly [´ritʃli] ad.富裕地；浓厚地 (英语四级单词)
- calling [´kɔ:liŋ] n.点名；职业；欲望 (英语六级单词)
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