"I ain"t used to first-cla.s.s accommodations," said Tom.
"I see you are a sensible boy. Cut your coat according to your cloth.
That is a good maxim. When you get older, you can live better. Now, about your salary. I can"t give much at first, or my other clerks might complain. I will give you five dollars, the same that I pay to my youngest clerk."
"Maurice Walton?"
"Do you know him?" questioned Mr. Ferguson, in surprise.
"Yes, sir. I took supper at his uncle"s Wednesday evening."
"Indeed! I did not know you were acquainted with Mr. Benton."
"Bessie Benton came on from Buffalo in my charge."
"Really, Gilbert, you seem to be getting on fast. You seem quite able to push your own way."
"I"ve always done it, sir."
"You are not bashful."
"New York street-boys ain"t troubled that way."
"That"s well, if not carried too far. Now, tell me how much you know."
"If it"s about learning, I can do that in five minutes."
"Your education, I take it, has been neglected."
"I don"t know much--I didn"t have a chance to learn."
"Can you read?"
"When the words ain"t too long."
"And write?"
"Not much."
"Then I advise you to take what leisure time you have to remedy the defects in your education."
"I"d like to, sir. I was ashamed of knowing so little when I was at Mr.
Benton"s."
"A good feeling, my boy. The more you know the better chance you stand to get on in the world. I am giving you a low place in my employment.
If you want to be promoted, you must qualify yourself for it."
"I"ll do it, sir," said our hero, manfully. "That"s good advice, and I"ll foller it."
"Success to you, my boy. You can now go, and come back Monday morning."
"Thank you, sir."
Tom left the counting-room in excellent spirits. He had found a place, and one just such as he liked. Five dollars a week, he foresaw, would not pay his expenses, but he was sure he could earn more in some way.
As he was about to leave the store, Maurice, whose curiosity was aroused, came to meet him.
"Did you get through your important business?" he said, sneeringly.
"Not quite. I"m coming here again next Monday."
"Mr. Ferguson must be glad to see you."
"I"m comin" Tuesday, also."
"What, every day?"
"Yes; your boss has concluded to take me into the business."
"You ain"t coming here to work?" said Maurice, hastily.
"You"ve hit the nail on the head."
"We"ve got enough clerks now."
"I"m comin" to help you sweep out in the mornin"."
Maurice was by no means pleased to hear this. Regarding Tom as his social inferior, he did not like to be placed on a level with him.
"How much pay are you to get?" he asked.
"Five dollars a week."
"The same as I get?"
"Yes."
Maurice was disgusted.
"Then I shall ask for higher pay."
"Go ahead. I don"t care."
"Do you expect to live on your salary?"
"No, of course not. I"ve got private property."
"How much?"
"Go and ask the man that calls for the taxes."