will get it for you to
oblige me.''
They entered a large
retail store on Broadway.
It was broad and
spacious. Twenty salesmen stood
behind the
counter, and boys were
running this way
and that with small books in their hands.
``How are you, Duncan?'' said Jasper.
The person addressed was about Jasper Wheelock's
age. He had a keen,
energetic look and manner,
and would be
readily singled out as one of the
leading clerks.
``All right, Wheelock. How are you?'' he
responded. ``Do you want anything in our line?''
``No goods; I want a place for this
youngster. He's
a friend of mine. I'll answer for his good character.''
``That will be
satisfactory. But what sort of a
place does he want?''
``He is ready to begin as cash-boy.''
``Then we can
oblige you, as one of our boys has
fallen sick, and we have not supplied his place. I'll
speak to Mr. Gilbert.''
He went up to Mr. Gilbert, a portly man in the
back part of the store. Mr. Gilbert seemed to be
asking two or three questions. Frank waited the
result in
suspense, dreading another disappointment,
but this time he was fortunate.
``The boy can stay,'' reported Duncan. ``His
wages are three dollars a week.''
It was not much, but Frank was well pleased to
feel that at last he had a place in the city.
He wrote a letter to Grace in the evening,
announcing his success, and expressing the hope that he
would soon be able to send for her.
CHAPTER VII
THE CASH BOY HAS AN ADVENTURE
Four weeks passed. The duties of a cash-boy are
simple enough, and Frank had no difficulty in discharging
them
satisfactorily. At first he found it
tiresome, being on his feet all day, for the cash-boys
were not allowed to sit down, but he got used to
this, being young and strong.
All this was very
satisfactory, but one thing gave
Frank
uneasiness. His
income was very inadequate
to his wants.
``What makes you so glum, Frank?'' asked Jasper
Wheelock one evening.
``Do I look glum?'' said Frank. ``I was only
thinking how I could earn more money. You know
how little I get. I can hardly take care of myself,
much less take care of Grace.''
``I can lend you some money, Frank. Thanks to
your good advice, I have got some laid up.''
``Thank you, Jasper, but that wouldn't help
matters. I should owe you the money, and I don't know
how I could pay you.''
``About increasing your
income, I really don't
know,'' said Jasper. ``I am afraid Gilbert & Mack
wouldn't raise your wages.''
``I don't expect it. All the rest of the cash-boys
would ask the same thing.''
``True; still I know they are very well pleased
with you. Duncan told me you did more work than
any of the rest of the boys.''
``I try to do all I can.''
``He said you would make a good
salesman, he
thought. Of course you are too young for that yet.''
``I suppose I am.''
``Frank, I am earning fifteen dollars a week, you
know, and I can get along on ten, but of the five I
save let me give you two. I shall never feel it, and
by and by when you are promoted it won't be necessary.''
``Jasper, you are a true friend,'' said Frank,
warmly; ``but it wouldn't be right for me to accept
your kind offer, though I shan't forget it. You have
been a good friend to me.''
``And you to me, Frank. I'll look out for you.
Perhaps I may hear of something for you.''
Small as Frank's
income was, he had managed to
live within it. It will be remembered that he had
paid but fifty cents a week for a room. By great
economy he had made his meals cost but two dollars
a week, so that out of his three dollars he saved
fifty cents. But this saving would not be sufficient
to pay for his clothes. However, he had had no
occasion to buy any as yet, and his little fund
altogether amounted to twenty dollars. Of this sum he
inclosed{sic} eight dollars to Mr. Pomeroy to pay for four
weeks' board for Grace.
``I hope I shall be able to keep it up,'' he said to
himself,
thoughtfully. ``At any rate, I've got enough
to pay for six weeks more. Before that time something
may turn up.''
Several days passed without showing Frank any
way by which he could increase his
income. Jasper
again offered to give him two dollars a week out of
his own wages, but this our hero
steadily refused.
One Friday evening, just as the store was about
to close, the head
salesman called Frank to him.
``Where do you live?'' he asked.
``In Sixth avenue, near Twenty-fifth street.''
``There's a
bundle to go to Forty-sixth street. I'll
pay your fare upon the stage if you'll carry it. I
promised to send it to-night, and I don't like to
disappoint the lady.''
``I can carry it just as well as not.''
Frank took the
bundle, and got on board a passing
omnibus. There was just one seat
vacant beside an
old gentleman of seventy, who appeared to be quite
feeble.
At Forty-fifth street he pulled the strap and
prepared to
descend, leaning heavily on his cane as he
did so. By some mischance the horses started a
little too soon and the old man, losing his footing,
fell in the street. Frank observed the accident and
sprang out
instantly to his help.
``I hope you are not much hurt, sir?'' he said, hastily.
``I have hurt my knee,'' said the old gentleman.
``Let me
assist you, sir,'' said Frank, helping him
up.
``Thank you, my boy. I live at number forty-five,
close by. If you will lead me to the door and into
the house I shall be much
indebted to you.''
``Certainly, sir. It is no trouble to me.''
With slow step, supported by our hero, the old
gentleman walked to his own door.
It was opened by a maid servant, who looked with
some surprise at Frank.
``I fell, Mary,'' explained her master, ``and this
young gentleman has kindly helped me home.''
``Did you hurt yourself much, sir?''
``Not seriously.''
``Can I do anything more for you, sir?'' asked
Frank.
``Come in a moment.''
Our hero followed his new
acquaintance into a
handsomely furnished parlor.
``Now, my young friend tell me if you have been
taken out of your way by your attention to me?''
``Oh, no, sir; I intended to get out at the next
street.''
``My dinner is just ready. Won't you stop and
dine with me?''
``Thank you, sir,'' he said, hesitatingly, ``but I
promised to carry this
bundle. I believe it is wanted
at once.''
``So you shall. You say the house is in the next
street. You can go and return in five minutes. You
have done me a service, and I may have it in my
power to do something for you in return.''
``Perhaps,'' thought Frank, ``he can help me to
some
employment for my evenings.'' Then, aloud:
``Thank you, sir; I will come.''
Five minutes later Frank was ushered into a
handsome dining-room. The dinner was already on
the table, but chairs were only set for three. The
one at the head of the table was of course occupied
by the old gentleman, the one opposite by Mrs. Bradley,
his
housekeeper, and one at the side was placed
for Frank.
``Mrs. Bradley,'' said the old gentleman, ``this is
a young gentleman who was kind enough to help me
home after the accident of which I just spoke to you.
I would mention his name, but I must leave that to
him.''
``Frank Fowler, sir.''
``And my name is Wharton. Now that we are all
introduced, we can talk more freely.''
``Will you have some soup, Mr. Fowler?'' asked the
housekeeper.
She was a tall thin woman, with a reserved
manner that was somewhat repellant. She had only
nodded
slightly at the
introduction, fixing her eyes
coldly and searchingly on the face of our hero. It
was
evident that
whateverimpression the service
rendered might have made upon the mind of Mr.
Wharton, it was not calculated to warm the
housekeeper to cordiality.
``Thank you,'' he answered, but he could not help
feeling at the same time that Mrs. Bradley was not
a very
agreeable woman.
``You ought to have a good appetite,'' said Mr.
Wharton. ``You have to work hard during the day.
Our young friend is a cash-boy at Gilbert & Mack's,
Mrs. Bradley.
``Oh, indeed!'' said Mrs. Bradley, arching her
brows as much as to say: ``You have invited strange
company to dinner.''
``Do your parents live in the city, Frank--I
believe your name is Frank?''
``No, sir; they are dead. My mother died only a
few weeks since.''
``And have you no brothers and sisters?''
``I have one sister--Grace.''
``I suppose she is in the city here with you?''
``No, sir. I left her in the country. I am here
alone.''
``I will ask you more about yourself after dinner.
If you have no
engagement, I should like to have
you stay with me a part of the evening.''
``Thank you, sir.''
Frank accepted the
invitation, though he knew
Jasper would wonder what had become of him. He