"Time to get at some of those circulars," he was saying, as he arose from his seat at the press and stepped out behind the counter.
"Five pounds of coffee," said a lady, before the counter, in a tone of vexation. "I"ve waited long enough. Mocha and Java, mixed."
"Thirty-five cents," said Jack.
"Quick, then," said she, and he darted away to fill her order.
"Three and a half pounds of powdered sugar," said another lady, as he pa.s.sed her.
"Yes, ma"am," said Jack.
"How much is this soap?" asked a stout old woman, and Jack remembered that price too.
He was not at all aware that anybody was watching him; but he was just telling another customer about tea and baking-soda when he felt a hand upon his shoulder.
"See here," demanded Mr. Gifford, "what are you doing behind the counter?"
"I was afraid they"d get tired of waiting and go somewhere else," said Jack. "I know something about waiting on customers. Yes, ma"am, that"s a fine tea. Forty-eight cents. Half pound? Yes ma"am. In a jiffy, Mr. Gifford;--there are bags enough for to-day."
"I think you may stay," said the head of the house. "I didn"t need another boy; but I begin to think I do need a blacksmith, a carpenter, a printer, and a good sharp salesman." As he was turning away he added, "It"s surprising how quickly he has picked up our prices."
Jack"s fingers were trembling nervously, but his face brightened as he did up that package.
Mr. Gifford waited while the Crofield boy answered yet another customer and sold some coffee, and told Jack to go right on.
"Come to the desk," he then said. "I don"t even know your name. Come."
Very hot and yet a little shaky was Jack as he followed; but Mr.
Gifford was not a verbose man.
"Mr. Jones," he said to the head clerk, "please take down his name;--what is it?"
"John Ogden, sir," and after other questions and answers, Mr. Gifford said:
"Find a cheaper boarding-place. You can get good board for five dollars a week. Your pay is only ten dollars a week to begin, and you must live on that. We"ll see that you earn it, too. You can begin printing circulars and cards."
Jack went, and Mr. Gifford added:
"Why, Mr. Jones, he"s saved sending for three different workmen since he came in. He"ll make a good salesman, too. He"s a boy--but he isn"t only a boy. I"ll keep him."
Jack went to the press as if in a dream.
"A place!" he said to himself. "Well, yes. I"ve got a place. Good wages, too; but I suppose they won"t pay until Sat.u.r.day night. How am I to keep going until then? I have to pay my bill at the Hotel Dantzic, too--now I"ve begun on a new week. I"ll go without my supper, and buy a sandwich in the morning, and then--I"ll get along somehow."
He worked all that afternoon with an uneasy feeling that he was being watched. The paper bags were finished, a fair supply of them; and then the type for the circular needed only a few changes, and he began on that. Each new job made him remember things he had learned in the _Standard_ office, or had gathered from Mr. Black, the wooden foreman of the _Eagle_. It was just as well, however, that things needed only fixing up and not setting anew, for that might have been a little beyond him. As it was, he overcame all difficulties, besides leaving the press three times to act as salesman.
Gifford & Co. kept open to accommodate customers who purchased goods on their way home; and it was after nearly all other business houses, excepting such as theirs, were closed, that the very tall man leaned in at the door and then came striding down the store to the desk.
"Gifford," he said, "that clerk of yours was right. There"s almost a panic in potatoes. I"ve got five thousand barrels for you, and five thousand for myself, at a dollar and sixty, and the price just jumped.
They will bring two dollars. If they do, we"ll make two thousand apiece."
"I"m glad you did so well," said Mr. Gifford dryly, "but don"t say much to him about it. Let him alone--"
"Well, yes;--but I want to do something for him. Give him this ten dollar bill from me."
"Very well," said Mr. Gifford, "you owe the profit to him. I"ll take care of my side of the matter. Ogden, come here a moment!"
Jack stopped the press and came to the desk. The money was handed to him.
"It"s just a bit of luck," said the tall man; "but your information was valuable to me."
"Thank you," said Jack, after he had in vain refused the money.
"You"ve done enough," said Mr. Gifford; "this will do for your first day. Eight o"clock in the morning, remember. Good-night!"
"I"m glad I belong here," Jack said to himself. "If I"d had my pick of the city I would have chosen this very store. Ten dollars! I can pay Mr. Keifelheimer now, and I sha"n"t have to starve to death."
Jack felt so prosperous that he walked only to the nearest station of the elevated railway, and cheerfully paid five cents for a ride up-town.
When the Hotel Dantzic was reached, it seemed a much more cheerful and home-like building than it had appeared when he left it in the morning; and Jack had now no notion of dodging Mr. Keifelheimer. There he stood on the doorstep, looking stern and dignified. He was almost too polite when Jack said:
"Good-evening, Mr. Keifelheimer."
"Goot-efening," he replied, with a bow. "I hope you gets along vell mit your beezness?"
"Pretty well," said Jack cheerfully.
"Vere vas you feexed?" asked Mr. Keifelheimer, doubtfully.
Jack held out one of the business cards of Gifford & Company, and replied:
"That"s where I am. I guess I"ll pay for my room here till the end of this week, and then I"ll find a place farther down town."
"I vas so sorry dey peek your pocket," said Mr. Keifelheimer, looking at the card. "Tell you vat, Mr. Ogden, you take supper mit me. It cost you not"ing. I haf to talk some mit you."
[Ill.u.s.tration: _Jack dines with Mr. Keifelheimer_.]
"All right," said Jack. "I"ll pay up at the desk, and then I"ll get ready for dinner."
When he came down Mr. Keifelheimer was waiting for him, very smiling, but not nearly so polite and dignified. Hardly were they seated at the supper-table, before the proprietor coughed twice affectedly, and then remarked:
"You not leaf de Hotel Dantzic, Mr. Ogden. I use up pounds and boxes of tea und sugar und coffee, und all dose sometings dey sell at Gifford und Company"s. You get me de best prices mit dem, und you safe me a great heap of money. I get schwindled, schwindled, all de times! You vas keep your room, und you pays for vat you eats. De room is a goot room, but it shall cost you not vun cent. So? If I find you safe me money, I go on mit you."
"I"ll do my best," said Jack. "Let me know what you"re paying now."
"Ve go all ofer de leest after ve eat someting," said Mr. Keifelheimer.
"Mr. Guilderaufenberg say goot deal about you. So did de ladies. I vas sorry dot dey peek your pocket."
Probably he had now forgotten just what he had thought of saying to Jack in case the boy had not been able to pay for his room, and had been out of employment; but Jack was enjoying a fine ill.u.s.tration of that wise proverb which says: "Nothing succeeds like success."