"Last evening."
"Were you up there?"
"Yes."
"Did Mr. Rockwell invite you?"
"Yes."
Just then d.i.c.k was called away by Mr. Murdock, who had some work for him to do.
"There"s something mighty queer in all this," thought the book-keeper.
"What Mr. Rockwell can see in that boy, I don"t understand. He"s an impudent young rascal, and I"ll get him turned off if it"s a possible thing."
CHAPTER VII.
A FINANCIAL DISCUSSION.
In the course of the morning d.i.c.k called at the Park Bank, and presented the check which was made payable to himself. His employer had accompanied him to the bank on a previous day, and introduced him to the cashier as one who was authorized to receive and pay over money for the firm. d.i.c.k therefore found no difficulty in obtaining his money, though the fact that the check was made payable to him created some surprise.
"Your salary seems to be a large one," said the teller, as he handed our hero ten bills of a hundred dollars each.
"Yes," said d.i.c.k, "my services are very valooable."
On leaving the bank, d.i.c.k went to the savings bank, and presented his book.
"How much do you wish to deposit?"
"A thousand dollars," said d.i.c.k, briefly.
The bank officer looked at him in surprise.
"How much did you say?" he repeated.
"A thousand dollars."
"No nonsense, young man! My time is too valuable," said the other, impatiently.
He was justified in his incredulity, since d.i.c.k"s deposits. .h.i.therto had been in sums of from one to five dollars.
"If you don"t want to take the money, I can go somewhere else," said our hero, who was now on his dignity. "I have a thousand dollars to deposit.
Here it is."
The bank officer took the money, and counted it over in considerable surprise.
"Business is improving,--isn"t it?" he said.
"Yes," said d.i.c.k. "I made all that money in one day."
"If you should want a partner, call round and see me."
"All right. I won"t forget."
d.i.c.k took the bank-book, and, putting it in his inside coat-pocket, b.u.t.toned up his coat, and hurried back to the store. His reflections were of a very agreeable nature, as he thought of his large deposit in the savings bank, and he could not help feeling that he had been born under a lucky star.
Nothing of consequence transpired in the store that day. d.i.c.k was attentive to his duties. He was determined to learn the business as rapidly as possible, not only because he felt grateful to Mr. Rockwell for his kindness, but also because he knew that this was the best thing for his future prospects. Mr. Murdock, who has already been mentioned, was of service to him in this respect. He was himself an excellent business man, and very conscientious in the discharge of his duties. He required the same fidelity of others. He had observed d.i.c.k closely, and was attracted towards him by his evident desire to give satisfaction, as well as by his frank, open face. He resolved to help him along, more especially when he saw the manner in which he was treated by the book-keeper. To tell the truth, Mr. Gilbert was not a favorite with Mr.
Murdock. He understood his business, to be sure, and, so far as Mr.
Murdock knew, kept the books correctly. But personally he was not agreeable, and the head salesman doubted whether his integrity was what it should have been. So, altogether, he made up his mind to help d.i.c.k on as well as he could, and take pains to instruct him in the business.
d.i.c.k, on his side, was pleased with Mr. Murdock, and determined to make him a confidant in the matter of his sudden accession of fortune.
He took an opportunity, therefore, during the day, to say to him, "Mr.
Murdock, I want to ask your advice about something."
"Well, my lad, what is it?" said his friend, kindly. "If it"s about choosing a wife, I don"t know whether my advice will be good for much."
"It isn"t that," said d.i.c.k. "Next year"ll be soon enough for that."
"So I should think. Well, if it"s nothing of that sort, what is it?"
"It"s about investing some money. I thought you might be able to advise me."
"How much is it?" asked Mr. Murdock, supposing the sum could not be more than fifty or sixty dollars.
"Eleven hundred dollars," said d.i.c.k.
"How much?" demanded the salesman, in surprise.
"Eleven hundred dollars."
"Is it your own?"
"Yes."
"Of course you couldn"t have earned so much. Was it left to you?"
"I"ll tell you all about it," said d.i.c.k. "I wouldn"t tell Mr. Gilbert, and I don"t mean he shall know it, but I"d just as lieves tell you. Do you know why Mr. Rockwell gave me this place?"
"No; I"ve wondered a little, not at that, but at his giving you so much higher pay than boys usually receive."
"Then I"ll tell you."
d.i.c.k proceeded to give an account of the manner in which he had rescued little Johnny from drowning, as related in the adventures of "Ragged d.i.c.k."
"It was a brave act," said Mr. Murdock.