"Yes," answered the author; "look at that."
He held out to Andy an eight-page paper called _The Weekly Magnet_, and pointed out a story of two columns on the second page. Under the t.i.tle Andy read, "By S. Byron Warren." It was called "The Magician"s Spell; A Tale of Sunny Spain."
"I congratulate you," said Andy. "When did you write the story?"
"Last winter."
"How does it happen to be published so late?"
"You see, I sent it first to _Scribner"s_, then to _Harper"s_, and then to the _Atlantic_. They didn"t seem to fancy it, so I sent it to the _Magnet_."
"I hope they paid you for it."
"Yes," answered Warren, proudly. "They gave me a dollar and a half for it."
"Isn"t that rather small?"
"Well, it is small, but the paper is poor. The editor wrote to me that he would be glad to pay me ten dollars for such a sketch when they are more prosperous."
"I suppose you will write again? You must feel greatly encouraged."
"I have been writing another story to-day. I shall mail it to them to-morrow."
"I hope the _Magnet_ will prosper for your sake."
"Thank you. I hope so, too. Ah, Andy, you don"t know how it seems to see your own words in print!" said the author.
"I am afraid I never shall, Mr. Warren. I was not intended for an author."
"Oh, I think you might write something," said Warren, patronizingly.
"No; I shall leave the literary field to you."
CHAPTER XXVII.
ANDY MAKES A COMMISSION.
Mr. Crawford was busy in his office when a gentleman of fifty entered.
"I hope you are at leisure, Crawford," he said.
"But I am not, Mr. Grayling. I am unusually busy."
"I wanted you to go out and show me that house in Mount Vernon which you mentioned to me the other day. My wife is desirous of moving from the city for the sake of the children."
"Won"t to-morrow do?"
"To-morrow I shall be busy myself. To-day is so fine that I managed to get off. Can"t you manage to go?"
"No, Grayling, I can"t possibly be spared from the office."
"Is there no one you can send with me?"
Mr. Crawford hesitated a moment. Then, as his eye fell upon Andy, he had a sudden thought.
"I will send this young man," he said.
Mr. Grayling smiled.
"He seems quite a young man," he said.
"Yes," said Mr. Crawford, with an answering smile, "he is several years short of forty."
"If you think he will do I shall be glad of his company."
"Wait five minutes, and I will give him the necessary instructions."
"Have you ever been in Mount Vernon, Andy?" asked his employer.
"Yes, sir; I have a boy friend there, and I once spent a Sunday there."
"Mr. Grayling wishes to purchase a residence there. I shall place him in your charge, and give you an order for the key. I will mention some points to which I wish you to call his attention."
Andy was pleased with the commission. It seemed like a step in advance.
"Thank you, Mr. Crawford, for your confidence in me."
"If you succeed in selling the house to Mr. Grayling, I will give you one per cent. commission."
"I will do my best, sir. I have no claim to anything except through your kindness."
"Now let me see how much business ability you have."
Andy and the prospective purchaser took the cars at the Grand Central Station, and in forty minutes found themselves in Mount Vernon.
At the depot, much to his satisfaction, Andy found his friend, Tom Blake.
"What brings you here, Andy?" asked Tom, in surprise.
"I have come to show the Griffith house to this gentleman. Can you direct me to it?"
"I will go with you."
"Thank you, Tom. You will be doing me a favor. Is it far?"