PAUL THE PEDDLER, OR THE FORTUNES OF A YOUNG STREET MERCHANT

By Horatio Alger, Jr. 

BIOGRAPHY AND BIBLIOGRAPHY

Horatio Alger, Jr. , an author who lived among and for boys and himselfremained a boy in heart and association till death, was born at Revere, Mass. , January 13, 1834. He was the son of a clergyman, was graduatedat Harvard College in 1852, and at its Divinity School in 1860 and waspastor of the Unitarian Church at Brewster, Mass. , in 1862-66. 

In the latter year he settled in New York and began drawing publicattention to the condition and needs of street boys. He mingled withthem, gained their confidence showed a personal concern in theiraffairs, and stimulated them to honest and useful living. With his firststory he won the hearts of all red-blooded boys everywhere, and of theseventy or more that followed over a million copies were sold during theauthor's lifetime. 

In his later life he was in appearance a short, stout, bald-headed man, with cordial manners and whimsical views of things that amused all whomet him. He died at Natick, Mass. , July 18, 1899. 

Mr. Alger's stories are as popular now as when first published, becausethey treat of real live boys who were always up and about--just likethe boys found everywhere to-day. They are pure in tone and inspiringin influence, and many reforms in the juvenile life of New York may betraced to them. Among the best known are:

Strong and Steady; Strive and Succeed; Try and Trust; Bound to Rise;Risen from the Ranks; Herbert Carter's Legacy; Brave and Bold; Jack'sWard; Shifting for Himself; Wait and Hope; Paul the Peddler; Philthe Fiddler; Slow and Sure; Julius the Street Boy; Tom the Bootblack;Struggling Upward, Facing the World; The Cash Boy; Making His Way; Tonythe Tramp; Joe's Luck; Do and Dare; Only an Irish Boy; Sink or Swim;A Cousin's Conspiracy; Andy Gordon; Bob Burton; Harry Vane; Hector'sInheritance; Mark Mason's Triumph; Sam's Chance; The Telegraph Boy; TheYoung Adventurer; The Young Outlaw; The Young Salesman, and Luke Walton. 

PAUL THE PEDDLER

CHAPTER I

PAUL THE PEDDLER

"Here's your prize packages! Only five cents! Money prize in everypackage! Walk up, gentlemen, and try your luck!"

The speaker, a boy of fourteen, stood in front of the shabby brickbuilding, on Nassau street, which has served for many years as the NewYork post office. In front of him, as he stood with his back to thebuilding, was a small basket, filled with ordinary letter envelopes, each labeled "Prize Package. "

His attractive announcement, which, at that time, had also the merit ofnovelty--for Paul had himself hit upon the idea, and manufactured thepackages, as we shall hereafter explain--drew around him a miscellaneouscrowd, composed chiefly of boys. 

"What's in the packages, Johnny?" asked a bootblack, with his boxstrapped to his back. 

"Candy, " answered Paul. "Buy one. Only five cents. "

"There ain't much candy, " answered the bootblack, with a disparagingglance. 

"What if there isn't? There's a prize. "

"How big a prize?"

"There's a ten-cent stamp in some of 'em. All have got something in'em. "

Influenced by this representation, the bootblack drew out a five-centpiece, and said:

"Pitch one over then. I guess I can stand it. " An envelope was at oncehanded him. 

"Open it, Johnny, " said a newsboy at his side. Twenty curious eyes werefixed upon him as he opened the package. He drew out rather a scantysupply of candy, and then turning to Paul, with a look of indignation, said:

"Where's the prize? I don't see no prize. Give me back my five cents. "

"Give it to me. I'll show you, " said the young merchant. 

He thrust in his finger, and drew out a square bit of paper, on whichwas written--One Cent. 

"There's your prize, " he added, drawing a penny from his pocket. 

"It ain't much of a prize, " said the buyer. "Where's your ten cents?"

"I didn't say I put ten cents into every package, " answered Paul. 

"I'd burst up pretty quick if I did that. Who'll have another package?Only five cents!"

Curiosity and taste for speculation are as prevalent among children aswith men, so this appeal produced its effect. 

"Give me a package, " said Teddy O'Brien, a newsboy, stretching out adirty hand, containing the stipulated sum. He also was watched curiouslyas he opened the package. He drew out a paper bearing the words--TwoCents. 

"Bully for you, Teddy! You've had better luck than I, " said thebootblack. 

The check was duly honored, and Teddy seemed satisfied, thoughthe amount of candy he received probably could not have cost overhalf-a-cent. Still, he had drawn twice as large a prize as the firstbuyer, and that was satisfactory. 

"Who'll take the next?" asked Paul, in a businesslike manner. "Maybethere's ten cents in this package. That's where you double your money. Walk up, gentlemen. Only five cents!"

Three more responded to this invitation, one drawing a prize of twocents, the other two of one cent each. Just then, as it seemed doubtfulwhether any more would be purchased by those present, a young man, employed in a Wall street house, came out of the post office. 

"What have you got here?" he asked, pausing. 

"Prize packages of candy! Money prize in every package! Only fivecents!"

"Give me one, then. I never drew a prize in my life. "

The exchange was speedily made. 

"I don't see any prize, " he said, opening it. 

"It's on a bit of paper, mister, " said Teddy, nearly as much interestedas if it had been his own purchase. 

"Oh, yes, I see. Well, I'm in luck. Ten cents!"

"Ten cents!" exclaimed several of the less fortunate buyers, with ashade of envy. 

"Here's your prize, mister, " said Paul, drawing out a ten-cent stampfrom his vest pocket. 

"Well, Johnny, you do things on the square, that's a fact. Just keep theten cents, and give me two more packages. "

This Paul did with alacrity; but the Wall street clerk's luck was at anend. He got two prizes of a penny each. 

"Well, " he said, "I'm not much out of pocket. I've bought threepackages, and it's only cost me three cents. "

The ten-cent prize produced a favorable effect on the business of theyoung peddler. Five more packages were bought, and the contents eagerlyinspected; but no other large prize appeared. Two cents was the maximumprize drawn. Their curiosity being satisfied, the crowd dispersed;but it was not long before another gathered. In fact, Paul had shownexcellent judgment in selecting the front of the post office as hisplace of business. Hundreds passed in and out every hour, besides thosewho passed by on a different destination. Thus many ears caught theyoung peddler's cry--"Prize packages! Only five cents apiece!"--andmade a purchase; most from curiosity, but some few attracted by thebusinesslike bearing of the young merchant, and willing to encouragehim in his efforts to make a living. These last, as well as some of theformer class, declined to accept the prizes, so that these were so muchgain to Paul. 

At length but one package remained, and this Paul was some time gettingrid of. At last a gentleman came up, holding a little boy of seven bythe hand. 

"Oh, buy me the package, papa?" he said, drawing his father's attention. 

"What is there in it, boy?" asked the gentleman. 

"Candy, " was the answer. 

Alfred, for this was the little boy's name, renewed his entreaties, having, like most boys, a taste for candy. 

"There it is, Alfred, " said his father, handing the package to hislittle son. 

"There's a prize inside, " said Paul, seeing that they were about topass. 

"We must look for the prize by all means, " said the gentleman. "What isthis? One cent?"

"Yes sir"; and Paul held out a cent to his customer. 

"Never mind about that! You may keep the prize. "

"I want it, pa, " interposed Alfred, with his mouth full of candy. 

"I'll give you another, " said his father, still declining to accept theproffered prize. 

Paul now found himself in the enviable position of one who, at eleveno'clock, had succeeded in disposing of his entire stock in trade, andthat at an excellent profit, as we soon shall see. Business had beenmore brisk with him than with many merchants on a larger scale, whosometimes keep open their shops all day without taking in enough to payexpenses. But, then, it is to be considered that in Paul's case expenseswere not a formidable item. He had no rent to pay, for one thing, nor clerk hire, being competent to attend to his entire businesssingle-handed. All his expense, in fact, was the first cost of his stockin trade, and he had so fixed his prices as to insure a good profit onthat. So, on the whole, Paul felt very well satisfied at the resultof his experiment, for this was his first day in the prize-packagebusiness. 

"I guess I'll go home, " he said to himself. "Mother'll want to know howI made out. " He turned up Nassau street, and had reached the corner ofMaiden lane, when Teddy O'Brien met him. 

"Did you sell out, Johnny?" he asked. 

"Yes, " answered Paul. 

"How many packages did you have?"

"Fifty. "

"That's bully. How much you made?"

"I can't tell yet. I haven't counted up, " said Paul. 

"It's better'n sellin' papers, I'll bet. I've only made thirty cents theday. Don't you want to take a partner, Johnny?"

"No, I don't think I do, " said Paul, who had good reason to doubtwhether such a step would be to his advantage. 

"Then I'll go in for myself, " said Teddy, somewhat displeased at therefusal. 

"Go ahead! There's nobody to stop you, " said Paul. 

"I'd rather go in with you, " said Teddy, feeling that there would besome trouble in making the prize packages, but influenced still more bythe knowledge that he had not capital enough to start in the businessalone. 

"No, " said Paul, positively; "I don't want any partner. I can do wellenough alone. "

He was not surprised at Teddy's application. Street boys are asenterprising, and have as sharp eyes for business as their elders, andno one among them can monopolize a profitable business long. This isespecially the case with the young street merchant. When one has hadthe good luck to find some attractive article which promises to sellbriskly, he takes every care to hide the source of his supply from hisrivals in trade. But this is almost impossible. Cases are frequent wheresuch boys are subjected to the closest espionage, their steps beingdogged for hours by boys who think they have found a good thing and aredetermined to share it. In the present case Paul had hit upon an ideawhich seemed to promise well, and he was determined to keep it tohimself as long as possible. As soon as he was subjected to competitionand rivalry his gains would probably diminish. 

CHAPTER II

PAUL AT HOME

Paul went up Centre street and turned into Pearl. Stopping before atenement-house, he entered, and, going up two flights of stairs, openeda door and entered. 

"You are home early, Paul, " said a woman of middle age, looking up athis entrance. 

"Yes, mother; I've sold out. "

"You've not sold out the whole fifty packages?" she asked, in surprise. 

"Yes, I have. I had capital luck. "

"Why, you must have made as much as a dollar, and it's not twelve yet. "

"I've made more than that, mother. Just wait a minute, till I'vereckoned up a little. Where's Jimmy?"

"Miss Beckwith offered to take him out to walk with her, so I let himgo. He'll be back at twelve. "

While Paul is making a calculation, a few words of explanation anddescription may be given, so that the reader may understand better howhe is situated. 

The rooms occupied by Paul and his mother were three in number. Thelargest one was about fourteen feet square, and was lighted by twowindows. It was covered with a neat, though well-worn, carpet; a fewcane-bottomed chairs were ranged at the windows, and on each side of thetable. There was a French clock on the mantel, a rocking chair for hismother, and a few inexpensive engravings hung upon the walls. There wasa hanging bookcase containing two shelves, filled with books, partlyschool books, supplemented by a few miscellaneous books, such as"Robinson Crusoe, " "Pilgrim's Progress, " a volume of "PoeticalSelections, " an odd volume of Scott, and several others. Out of the mainroom opened two narrow chambers, both together of about the same area asthe main room. One of these was occupied by Paul and Jimmy, the other byhis mother. 

Those who are familiar with the construction of a New Yorktenement-house will readily understand the appearance of the rooms intowhich we have introduced them. It must, however, be explained that fewsimilar apartments are found so well furnished. Carpets are not verycommon in tenement-houses, and if there are any pictures, they areusually the cheapest prints. Wooden chairs, and generally every objectof the cheapest, are to be met with in the dwellings of the New Yorkpoor. If we find something better in the present instance, it is notbecause Paul and his mother are any better off than their neighbors. Onthe contrary, there are few whose income is so small. But they have seenbetter days, and the furniture we see has been saved from the time oftheir comparative prosperity. 

As Paul is still at his estimate, let us improve the opportunity bygiving a little of their early history. 

Mr. Hoffman, the father of Paul, was born in Germany, but came to NewYork when a boy of twelve, and there he grew up and married, his wifebeing an American. He was a cabinetmaker, and, being a skillful workman, earned very good wages, so that he was able to maintain his family incomfort. They occupied a neat little cottage in Harlem, and lived veryhappily, for Mr. Hoffman was temperate and kind, when an unfortunateaccident clouded their happiness, and brought an end to theirprosperity. In crossing Broadway at its most crowded part, the husbandand father was run over by a loaded dray, and so seriously injured thathe lived but a few hours. Then the precarious nature of their prosperitywas found out. Mr. Hoffman had not saved anything, having always livedup to the extent of his income. It was obviously impossible for them tocontinue to live in their old home, paying a rent of twenty dollars permonth. Besides, Paul did not see any good opportunity to earn his livingin Harlem. So, at his instigation, his mother moved downtown, and tookrooms in a tenement-house in Pearl street, agreeing to pay six dollarsa month for apartments which would now command double the price. Theybrought with them furniture enough to furnish the three rooms, sellingthe rest for what it would bring, and thus obtaining a small reservefund, which by this time was nearly exhausted. 

Once fairly established in their new home, Paul went out into thestreets to earn his living. The two most obvious, and, on the whole, most profitable trades, were blacking boots and selling newspapers. Tothe first Paul, who was a neat boy, objected on the score that it wouldkeep his hands and clothing dirty, and, street boy though he had become, he had a pride in his personal appearance. To selling papers he had notthe same objection, but he had a natural taste for trade, and this ledhim to join the ranks of the street peddlers. He began with vendingmatches, but found so much competition in the business, and receivedso rough a reception oftentimes from those who had repeated calls fromothers in the same business, that he gave it up, and tried somethingelse. But the same competition which crowds the professions and thehigher employments followed by men, prevails among the street tradeswhich are pursued by boys. If Paul had only had himself to support, he could have made a fair living at match selling, or any other of theemployments he took up; but his mother could not earn much at makingvests, and Jimmy was lame, and could do nothing to fill the commonpurse, so that Paul felt that his earnings must be the main support ofthe family, and naturally sought out what would bring him in most money. 

At length he had hit upon selling prize packages, and his firstexperience in that line are recorded in the previous chapter. Addingonly that it was now a year since his father's death, we resume ournarrative. 

"Do you want to know how much I've made, mother?" asked Paul, looking upat length from his calculation. 

"Yes, Paul. "

"A dollar and thirty cents. "

"I did not think it would amount to so much. The prizes came toconsiderable, didn't they?"

"Listen, and I will tell you how I stand:

 One pound of candy . . . . . . . . . 20 Two packs of envelopes . . . . . . . . 10 Prize. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 90

 ---- That makes . . . . . . . . . . . . $1. 20

I sold the fifty packages at five cents each, and that brought me in twodollars and a half. Taking out the expenses, it leaves me a dollar andthirty cents. Isn't that doing well for one morning's work?"

"It's excellent; but I thought your prizes amounted to more than ninetycents. "

"So they did, but several persons who bought wouldn't take their prizes, and that was so much gain. "

"You have done very well, Paul. I wish you might earn as much everyday. "

"I'm going to earn some more this afternoon. I bought a pound of candyon the way home, and some cheap envelopes, and I'll be making up a newstock while I am waiting for dinner. "

Paul took out his candy and envelopes, and set about making up thepackages. 

"Did any complain of the small amount of candy you put in?"

"A few; but most bought for the sake of the prizes. "

"Perhaps you had better be a little more liberal with your candy, andthen there may not be so much dissatisfaction where the prize is only apenny. "

"I don't know but your are right, mother. I believe I'll only makethirty packages with this pound, instead of fifty. Thirty'll be all Ican sell this afternoon. "

Just then the door opened, and Paul's brother entered. 

Jimmy Hoffman, or lame Jimmy, as he was often called, was adelicate-looking boy of ten, with a fair complexion and sweet face, butincurably lame, a defect which, added to his delicate constitution, was likely to interfere seriously with his success in life. But, asfrequently happens, Jimmy was all the more endeared to his motherand brother by his misfortune and bodily weakness, and if either wereobliged to suffer from poverty, Jimmy would be spared the suffering. 

"Well, Jimmy, have you had a pleasant walk?" asked his mother. 

"Yes, mother; I went down to Fulton Market. There's a good deal to seethere. "

"A good deal more than in this dull room, Jimmy. "

"It doesn't seem dull to me, mother, while you are here. How did youmake out selling your prize packages?"

"They are all sold, Jimmy, every one. I am making some more. "

"Shan't I help you?"

"Yes, I would like to have you. Just take those envelopes, and writeprize packages on every one of them. "

"All right, Paul, " and Jimmy, glad to be of use, got the pen and ink, and, gathering up the envelopes, began to inscribe them as he had beeninstructed. 

By the time the packages were made up, dinner was ready. It was not avery luxurious repast. There was a small piece of rump steak--not morethan three-quarters of a pound--a few potatoes, a loaf of bread, and asmall plate of butter. That was all; but then the cloth that coveredthe table was neat and clean, and the knives and forks were as bright asnew, and what there was tasted good. 

"What have you been doing this morning, Jimmy?" asked Paul. 

"I have been drawing, Paul. Here's a picture of Friday. I copied it from'Robinson Crusoe. '"

He showed the picture, which was wonderfully like that in the book, forthis--the gift of drawing--was Jimmy's one talent, and he possessed itin no common degree. 

"Excellent, Jimmy!" said Paul. "You're a real genius. I shouldn't besurprised if you'd make an artist some day. "

"I wish I might, " said Jimmy, earnestly. "There's nothing I'd likebetter. "

"I'll tell you what, Jimmy. If I do well this afternoon, I'll buy you adrawing-book and some paper, to work on while mother and I are busy. "

"If you can afford it, Paul, I should like it so much. Some time I mightearn something that way. "

"Of course you may, " said Paul, cheerfully. "I won't forget you. "

Dinner over, Paul went out to business, and was again successful, getting rid of his thirty packages, and clearing another dollar. Half ofthis he invested in a drawing-book, a pencil and some drawing-paper forJimmy. Even then he had left of his earnings for the day one dollar andeighty cents. But this success in the new business had already excitedenvy and competition, as he was destined to find out on the morrow. 

CHAPTER III

PAUL HAS COMPETITORS

The next morning Paul took his old place in front of the post office. He set down his basket in front, and, taking one of the packages in hishand, called out in a businesslike manner, as on the day before, "Here'syour prize packages! Only five cents! Money prize in every package! Walkup, gentlemen, and try your luck!"

He met with a fair degree of success at first, managing in the course ofan hour to sell ten packages. All the prizes drawn were small, with theexception of one ten-cent prize, which was drawn by a little bootblack, who exclaimed:

"That's the way to do business, Johnny. If you've got any more of themten-cent prizes, I'll give you ten cents a piece for the lot. "

"Better buy some more and see, " said Paul. 

"That don't go down, " said the other. "Maybe there'd be only a penny. "

Nevertheless, the effect of this large prize was to influence the saleof three other packages; but as neither of these contained more thantwo-cent prizes, trade began to grow dull, and for ten minutes allPaul's eloquent appeals to gentlemen to walk up and try their luckproduced no effect. 

At this point Paul found that there was a rival in the field. 

Teddy O'Brien, who had applied for a partnership the day before, cameup with a basket similar to his own, apparently filled with similarpackages. He took a position about six feet distant from Paul, and beganto cry out, in a shrill voice:

"Here's your bully prize packages! Best in the market! Here's where youget your big prizes, fifty cents in some of 'em. Walk up boys, tumbleup, and take your pick afore they're gone. Fifty cents for five!"

"That's a lie, Teddy, " said Paul, who saw that his rival's attractiveannouncement was likely to spoil his trade. 

"No, 'tisn't, " said Teddy. "If you don't believe it, just buy one andsee. "

"I'll tell you what I'll do, " said Paul, "I'll exchange. "

"No, " said Teddy; "I ain't a-goin' to risk givin' fifty cents for one. "

"More likely you'd get ten for one. You're a humbug. "

"Have you really got any fifty-cent prizes?" asked a newsboy, who hadsold out his morning stock of papers, and was lounging about the postoffice steps. 

"Best way is to buy, Johnny, " said Teddy. 

The boy did buy, but his prize amounted to only one cent. 

"Didn't I tell you so?" said Paul. 

"Just wait a while and see, " said Teddy. "The lucky feller hasn't comealong. Here, Mike, jest buy a package!"

Mike, a boy of fifteen, produced five cents, and said, "I don't mind ifI do. "

He selected a package, and, without opening it, slipped it into hispocket. 

"Why don't you open it?" said Teddy. 

"What's the use?" said Mike. "There ain't no fifty cents inside. "

However, he drew it out of his pocket, and opened it. 

"What's this?" he exclaimed, pulling out a piece of scrip. "Howly St. Patrick! it's I that's in luck, anyhow I've got the fifty cents!"

And he held up to view a fifty-cent scrip. 

"Let me look at it, " said Paul, incredulously. 

But there was no room for doubt. It was a genuine fifty cents, as Paulwas compelled to admit. 

"Didn't I tell you so?" said Teddy, triumphantly. "Here's where you getfifty-cent prizes. "

The appeal was successful. The sight of the fifty-cent prize led to alarge call for packages, of which Teddy immediately sold ten, while Paulfound himself completely deserted. None of the ten, however, containedover two cents. Still the possibility of drawing fifty cents kept up thecourage of buyers, while Paul's inducements were so far inferior that hefound himself wholly distanced. 

"Don't you wish you'd gone pardners with me?" asked Teddy, with atriumphant grin, noticing Paul's look of discomfiture. "You can't dobusiness alongside of me. "

"You can't make any money giving such big prizes, " said Paul. "Youhaven't taken in as much as you've given yet. "

"All right, " said Teddy. "I'm satisfied if you are. Have a package, Jim?"

"Yes, " said Jim. "Mind you give me a good prize. "

The package was bought, and, on being opened, proved to contain fiftycents also, to Paul's great amazement. How Teddy's business could pay, as it was managed, he could not comprehend. One thing was certain, however, his new competitor monopolized the trade, and for two hoursPaul did not get a solitary customer. 

"There's something about this I don't understand, " he pondered, thoughtfully. "He must lose money; but he's spoiled my trade. "

Paul did not like to give up his beat, but he found himself compelledto. Accordingly he took his basket, and moved off toward Wall street. Here he was able to start in business without competitors, and succeededin selling quite a number of packages, until a boy came up, and said:

"There's a feller up at the post office that's givin' fifty-cent prizes. I got one of 'em. "

There was a group of half-a-dozen boys around Paul, two of whom wereabout to invest; but on hearing thus they changed their intention, andwalked of in the direction of the post office. 

Looking up, Paul saw that the boy who had injured his trade was Mike, who had drawn the first fifty-cent prize from his competitor. 

"Can't you stop interfering?" he said, angrily. "I've lost two customersby you. "

"If you don't like it, you can lump it, " said Mike, insolently. "This isa free country, ain't it?"

"It's a mean trick, " said Paul, indignantly. 

"Say that ag'in, and I'll upset your basket, " returned Mike. 

"I'll say it as often as I like, " said Paul, who wasn't troubled bycowardice. "Come on, if you want to. "

Mike advanced a step, doubling his fists; but, finding that Paul showedno particular sign of fear, he stopped short, saying: "I'll lick yousome other time. "

"You'd better put it off, " said Paul. "Have a prize package, sir? Onlyfive cents!"

This was addressed to a young man who came out of an insurance office. 

"I don't mind if I do, " said the young man. "Five cents, is it? Whatprize may I expect?"

"The highest is ten cents. "

"There's a boy around the post office that gives fifty-cent prizes, mister, " said Mike. "You'd better buy of him. "

"I'll wait till another time, " said the young man. "Here's the money, Johnny. Now for the package. "

"Look here, " said Paul, indignantly, when his customer had gone away;"haven't you anything to do except to drive off my customers?"

"Give me two cents on every package, " said Mike, "and I'll tell 'em yougive dollar prizes. "

"That would be a lie, and I don't want to do business that way. "

Mike continued his persecutions a while longer, and then turned thecorner into Nassau street. 

"I'm glad he's gone, " thought Paul. "Now there's a chance for me. "

He managed after a while to sell twenty of his packages. By this time itwas twelve o'clock, and he began to feel hungry. He resolved, therefore, to go home to dinner and come out again in the afternoon. He didn't knowhow much he had made, but probably about fifty cents. He had made morethan double as much the day before in less time; but then he did notsuffer from competition. 

He began to doubt whether he could long pursue this business, sinceother competitors were likely to spring up. 

As he walked by the post office he had the curiosity to look and see howhis competitor was getting along. 

Teddy had started, originally, with seventy-five packages; but of thosescarcely a dozen were left. A group of boys were around him. Amongthem was Mike, who was just on the point of buying another package. Asbefore, he put it in his pocket, and it was not till Teddy asked, "Whatluck, Mike?" that he drew it out, and opening it again, produced fiftycents. 

"It's the big prize!" he said. "Sure I'm in luck, anyhow. "

"You're the boy that's lucky, " said Teddy, with a grin. 

As Paul witnessed the scene a light broke upon him. Now he understoodhow Teddy could afford to give such large prizes. Mike and the otherboy, Jim, were only confederates of his--decoy ducks--who kept drawingover again the same prize, which was eventually given back to Teddy. Itwas plain now why Mike put the package into his pocket before openingit. It was to exchange it for another packet into which the money hadpreviously been placed, but which was supposed by the lookers-on tobe the same that had just been purchased. The prize could afterward beplaced in a new packet and used over again. 

"That ain't the same package, " said Paul, announcing his discovery. "Hehad it all the while in his pocket. "

"Look here, " blustered Mike, "you jest mind your own business! That'sthe best thing for you. "

"Suppose I don't?"

"If you don't there may be a funeral to-morrow of a boy about yoursize. "

There was a laugh at Paul's expense, but he took it coolly. 

"I'll send you a particular invitation to attend, if I can get anybodyto go over to the island. "

As Mike had been a resident at Blackwell's Island on two differentoccasions, this produced a laugh at his expense, in the midst of whichPaul walked off. 

CHAPTER IV

TEDDY GIVES UP BUSINESS

"Have you sold all your packages, Paul?" asked Jimmy, as our heroentered the humble room, where the table was already spread with asimple dinner. 

"No, " said Paul, "I only sold twenty. I begin to think that theprize-package business will soon be played out. "

"Why?"

"There's too many that'll go into it. "

Here Paul related his experience of the morning, explaining how it wasthat Teddy had managed to distance him in the competition. 

"Can't you do the same, Paul?" asked Jimmy. "Mother's got a gold dollarshe could lend you. "

"That might do, " said Paul; "but I don't know any boy I could trust todraw it except you, and some of them would know we were brothers. "

"I think, Paul, that would be dishonest, " said Mrs. Hoffman. "I wouldrather make less, if I were you, and do it honestly. "

"Maybe you're right, mother. I'll try it again this afternoon, keepingas far away from Teddy as I can. If I find I can't make it go, I'll trysome other business. "

"Jimmy, have you shown Paul your drawing?" said his mother. 

"Here it is, Paul, " said Jimmy, producing his drawing-book, from whichhe had copied a simple design of a rustic cottage. 

"Why, that's capital, Jimmy, " said Paul, in real surprise. "I had noidea you would succeed so well. "

"Do you really think so, Paul?" asked the little boy, much pleased. 

"I really do. How long did it take you?"

"Only a short time--not more than half an hour, I should think, " saidMrs. Hoffman. "I think Jimmy succeeded very well. "

"You'll make a great artist some time, Jimmy, " said Paul. 

"I wish I could, " said the little boy. "I should like to earn somemoney, so that you and mother need not work so hard. "

"Hard work agrees with me. I'm tough, " said Paul. "But when we get tobe men, Jimmy, we'll make so much money that mother needn't work at all. She shall sit in the parlor all day, dressed in silk, with nothing todo. "

"I don't think I would enjoy that, " said Mrs. Hoffman, smiling. 

"Will you be in the candy business, then, Paul?" said Jimmy. 

"No, Jimmy. It would never do for the brother of a great artist to beselling candy round the streets. I hope I shall have something better todo than that. "

"Sit down to dinner, Paul, " said his mother. "It's all ready. "

The dinner was not a luxurious one. There was a small plate of coldmeat, some potatoes, and bread and butter; but Mrs. Hoffman felt glad tobe able to provide even that, and Paul, who had the hearty appetite ofa growing boy, did full justice to the fare. They had scarcely finished, when a knock was heard at the door. Paul, answering the summons, admitted a stout, pleasant-looking Irishwoman. 

"The top of the mornin' to ye, Mrs. Donovan, " said Paul, bowingceremoniously. 

"Ah, ye'll be afther havin' your joke, Paul, " said Mrs. Donovan, good-naturedly. "And how is your health, mum, the day?"

"I am well, thank you, Mrs. Donovan, " said Mrs. Hoffman. "Sit down tothe table, won't you? We're just through dinner, but there's somethingleft. "

"Thank you, mum, I've jist taken dinner. I was goin' to wash thisafternoon, and I thought maybe you'd have some little pieces I couldwash jist as well as not. "

"Thank you, Mrs. Donovan, you are very kind; but you must have enoughwork of your own to do. "

"I'm stout and strong, mum, and hard work agrees with me; but you're arale lady, and ain't used to it. It's only a thrifle, but if you want topay me, you could do a bit of sewin' for me. I ain't very good with theneedle. My fingers is too coarse, belike. "

"Thank you, Mrs. Donovan; on those terms I will agree to your kindoffer. Washing is a little hard for me. "

Mrs. Hoffman collected a few pieces, and, wrapping them up in ahandkerchief, handed them to her guest. 

"And now what have you been doin', Jimmy darlint?" said Mrs. Donovan, turning her broad, good-humored face toward the younger boy. 

"I've been drawing a picture, " said Jimmy. "Would you like to see it?"

"Now, isn't that illigant?" exclaimed Mrs. Donovan, admiringly, takingthe picture and gazing at it with rapt admiration. "Who showed you howto do it?"

"Paul bought me a book, and I copied it out of that. "

"You're a rale genius. Maybe you'll make pictures some time like them wehave in the church, of the Blessed Virgin and the Saints. Do you thinkyou could draw me, now?" she asked, with curiosity. 

"I haven't got a piece of paper big enough, " said Jimmy, slyly. 

"Ah, it's pokin' fun at me, ye are, " said Mrs. Donovan, good-humoredly. "Just like my Pat; he run into the room yesterday sayin', 'Mother, there's great news. Barnum's fat woman is dead, and he's comin' aftheryou this afternoon. He'll pay you ten dollars a week and board. ' 'Whist, ye spalpeen!' said I; 'is it makin' fun of your poor mother, ye are?'but I couldn't help laughing at the impertinence of the boy. But I mustbe goin'. "

"Thank you for your kind offer, Mrs. Donovan. Jimmy shall go to yourroom for the sewing. "

"There's no hurry about that, " said Mrs. Donovan. "I'll jist bring it inmeself when it's ready. "

"She is very kind, " said Mrs. Hoffman, when Bridget Donovan had gone. "Ishall be glad to have her wash. I am apt to feel weak after it. What areyou going to do this afternoon, Paul?"

"I'll try to sell out the rest of my stock of packages. Perhaps I shan'tsucceed, but I'll do my best. Shall you have another picture to show mewhen I come back tonight, Jimmy?"

"Yes, Paul; I love to draw. I'm going to try this castle. "

"It's rather hard, isn't it?"

"I can do it, " said Jimmy, confidently. 

Paul left the room with his basket on his arm. 

He was drawn by curiosity to the spot where he had met with his firstsuccess, as well as his first failure--the front of the post office. Here he became witness to an unexpectedly lively scene; in other words, a fight, in which Teddy O'Brien and his confederate, Mike, were thecontestants. To explain the cause of the quarrel, it must be stated thatit related to a division of the spoils. 

Teddy had sold out his last package, seventy-five in number. For thesehe had received five cents apiece, making in all three dollars andseventy-five cents, of which all but a dollar and seventy-five cents, representing the value of the prizes and the original cost of thepackages and their contents, was profit. Now, according to thearrangement entered into between him and Mike, the latter, for hisservices, was to receive one cent on every package sold. This, however, seemed to Teddy too much to pay, so, when the time of reckoning came, hestoutly asseverated that there were but sixty packages. 

"That don't go down, " said Mike, indignantly; "it's nearer a hundred. "

"No, it isn't. It's only sixty. You've got the fifty cents, and I'llgive you ten more. "

"You must give me the whole sixty, then, " said Mike, changing hisground. "I drawed the fifty as a prize. "

Teddy was struck with astonishment at the impudence of this assumption. 

"It wasn't no prize, " he said. 

"Yes, it was, " said Mike. "You said so yourself. Didn't he, Jim?"

Jim, who was also a confederate, but had agreed to accept twenty-fivecents in full for services rendered, promptly answered:

"Shure, Mike's right. It was a prize he drew. "

"You want to chate me!" said Teddy, angrily. 

"What have you been doin' all the mornin'?" demanded Mike. "You're thechap to talk about chatin', ain't you?"

"I'll give you twenty-five cents, " said Teddy, "and that's all I willgive you. "

"Then you've got to fight, " said Mike, squaring off. 

"Yes, you've got to fight!" chimed in Jim, who thought he saw a chancefor more money. 

Teddy looked at his two enemies, each of whom was probably more than amatch for himself, and was not long in deciding that his best course wasto avoid a fight by running. Accordingly, he tucked all the moneyinto his pocket, and, turning incontinently, fled down Liberty street, closely pursued by his late confederates. Paul came up just in time tohear the termination of the dispute and watch the flight of his latebusiness rival. 

"I guess Teddy won't go into the business again, " he reflected. "I mayas well take my old stand. "

Accordingly he once more installed himself on the post office steps, andbegan to cry, "Prize packages. Only five cents!"

Having no competitor now to interfere with his trade, he met with fairsuccess, and by four o'clock was able to start for home with his emptybasket, having disposed of all his stock in trade. 

His profits, though not so great as the day before, amounted to adollar. 

"If I could only make a dollar every day, " thought Paul, "I would besatisfied. "

CHAPTER V

PAUL LOSES HIS BASKET

Paul continued in the prize-package business for three weeks. Hissuccess varied, but he never made less than seventy-five cents a day, and sometimes as much as a dollar and a quarter. He was not withoutcompetitors. More than once, on reaching his accustomed stand, he founda rival occupying it before him. In such cases he quietly passed on, and set up his business elsewhere, preferring to monopolize the trade, though the location might not be so good. 

Teddy O'Brien did not again enter the field. We left him, at the endof the last chapter, trying to escape from Mike and Jim, who demanded alarger sum than he was willing to pay for their services. He succeededin escaping with his money, but the next day the two confederates caughthim, and Teddy received a black eye as a receipt in full of all demands. So, on the whole, he decided that some other business would suithim better, and resumed the blacking-box, which he had abandoned onembarking in commercial pursuits. 

Mike Donovan and Jim Parker were two notoriously bad boys, preferring tomake a living in any other way than by honest industry. As some of theseways were not regarded as honest in the sight of the law, each had morethan once been sentenced to a term at Blackwell's Island. They made aproposition to Paul to act as decoy ducks for him in the same way as forTeddy. He liked neither of the boys, and did not care to be associatedwith them. This refusal Mike and Jim resented, and determined to "payoff" Paul if they ever got a chance. Our hero from time to time saw themhovering about him, but took very little notice of them. 

He knew that he was a match for either, though Mike exceeded him insize, and he felt quite capable of taking care of himself. 

One day Mike and Jim, whose kindred tastes led them to keep company, met at the corner of Liberty and William streets. Mike looked unusuallydilapidated. He had had a scuffle the day before with another boy, andhis clothes, always well ventilated, got torn in several extra places. As it was very uncertain when he would be in a financial condition toprovide himself with another suit, the prospect was rather alarming. JimParker looked a shade more respectable in attire, but his face andhands were streaked with blacking. To this, however, Jim had become soaccustomed that he would probably have felt uncomfortable with a cleanface. 

"How are you off for stamps, Jim?" asked Mike. 

"Dead broke, " was the reply. 

"So am I. I ain't had no breakfast. "

"Nor I 'cept an apple. Couldn't I eat, though?"

"Suppose we borrow a quarter of Paul Hoffman. "

"He wouldn't lend a feller. "

"Not if he knowed it, " said Mike, significantly. 

"What do you mean, Mike?" asked Jim, with some curiosity. 

"We'll borrow without leave. "

"How'll we do it?"

"I'll tell you, " said Mike. 

He proceeded to unfold his plan, which was briefly this. The two wereto saunter up to where Paul was standing; and remain until the group, ifthere were any around him should be dispersed. Then one was to pull hishat over his eyes, while the other would snatch the basket containinghis prize packages, and run down Liberty street, never stopping until helanded in a certain alley known to both boys. The other would run in adifferent direction, and both would meet as soon as practicable for thedivision of the spoils. It was yet so early that Paul could not havesold many from his stock. As each contained a prize, varying fromone penny to ten, they would probably realize enough to buy a goodbreakfast, besides the candy contained in the packages. More money mightbe obtained by selling packages, but there was risk in this. Besides, itwould take time, and they decided that a bird in the hand was worth twoin the bush. 

"That's a good idea, " said Jim, approvingly. "Who'll knock his hat overhis head?"

"You can, " said Mike, "and I'll grab the basket. " But to this Jimdemurred, for two reasons: first, he was rather afraid of Paul, whosestrength of arm he had tested on a previous occasion; and, again, hewas afraid that if Mike got off with the basket he would appropriate thelion's share. 

"I'll grab the basket, " he said. 

"What for?" said Mike, suspiciously, for he, too, felt some distrust ofhis confederate. 

"You're stronger'n I am, Mike, " said Jim. "Maybe he'd turn on me, and Ican't fight him as well as you. "

"That's so, " said Mike, who had rather a high idea of his own prowess, and felt pleased with the compliment. "I'm a match for him. "

"Of course you be, " said Jim, artfully, "and he knows it. "

"Of course he does, " said Mike, boastfully. "I can lick him with onehand. "

Jim had serious doubts of this, but he had his reasons for concurring inMike's estimate of his own powers. 

"We'd better start now, " said Jim. "I'm awful hungry. "

"Come along, then. "

They walked up Liberty street, as far as Nassau. On reaching the cornerthey saw their unconscious victim at his usual place. It was rather apublic place for an assault, and both boys would have hesitated had theynot been incited by a double motive--the desire of gain and a feeling ofhostility. 

They sauntered along, and Mike pressed in close by Paul. 

"What do you want?" asked Paul, not liking the vicinity. 

"What's that to you?" demanded Mike. 

"Quit crowdin' me. "

"I ain't crowdin'. I've got as much right to be here as you. "

"Here's your prize packages!" exclaimed Paul, in a businesslike tone. 

"Maybe I'll buy one if you'll give me credit till to-morrow, " said Mike. 

"Your credit isn't good with me, " said Paul. "You must pay cash down. "

"Then you won't trust me?" said Mike, pressing a little closer. 

"No, I won't, " said Paul, decidedly. 

"Then, take that, you spalpeen!" said Mike, suddenly pulling Paul's hatover his eyes. 

At the same time Jim, to whom he had tipped a wink, snatched the basket, which Paul held loosely in his hand, and disappeared round the corner. 

The attack was so sudden and unexpected that Paul was at firstbewildered. But he quickly recovered his presence of mind, and saw intothe trick. He raised his hat, and darted in pursuit of Mike, not knowingin what direction his basket had gone. 

"That's a mean trick!" he exclaimed, indignantly. "Give me back mybasket, you thief!"

"I ain't got no basket, " said Mike, facing round. 

"Then you know where it is. "

"I don't know nothin' of your basket. "

"You pulled my hat over my eyes on purpose to steal my basket. "

"No, I didn't. You insulted me, that's why I did it. "

"Tell me where my basket is, or I'll lick you, " said Paul, incensed. 

"I ain't nothin' to do with your basket. "

"Take that, then, for pulling my hat over my eyes, " and Paul, suitingthe action to the word, dealt Mike a staggering blow in the face. 

"I'll murder you!" shouted Mike, furiously, dashing at Paul with a blowwhich might have leveled him, if he had not fended it off. 

Paul was not quarrelsome, but he knew how to fight, and he was preparednow to fight in earnest, indignant as he was at the robbery whichentailed upon him a loss he could ill sustain. 

"I'll give you all you want, " he said, resolutely, eyeing Mike warily, and watching a chance to give him another blow. 

The contest was brief, being terminated by the sudden and unwelcomearrival of a policeman. 

"What's this?" he asked authoritatively, surveying the combatants; Paul, with his flushed face, and Mike, whose nose was bleeding freely from asuccessful blow of his adversary. 

"He pitched into me for nothin', " said Mike, glaring at Paul, andrubbing his bloody nose on the sleeve of his ragged coat. 

"That isn't true, " said Paul, excitedly. "He came up while I was sellingprize packages of candy in front of the post office, and pulled my hatover my eyes, while another boy grabbed my basket. "

"You lie!" said Mike. "I don't know nothin' of your basket. "

"Why did you pull his hat over his eyes?" asked the policeman. 

"Because he insulted me. "

"How did he insult you?"

"He wouldn't trust me till to-morrow. "

"I don't blame him much for that, " said the policeman, who was awareof Mike's shady reputation, having on a former occasion been underthe necessity of arresting him. Even without such acquaintance, Mike'sgeneral appearance would hardly have recommended him to Officer Jones. 

"I'll let you go this time, " he said, "but if I catch you fighting againon my beat I'll march you off to the station-house. "

Mike was glad to escape, though he would almost have been willing to bearrested if Paul could have been arrested also. 

The officer walked away, and Mike started down the street. 

Paul followed him. 

That didn't suit Mike's ideas, as he was anxious to meet Jim and dividethe spoils with him. 

"What are you follerin' me for?" he demanded, angrily. 

"I have my reasons, " said Paul. 

"Then you'd better stay where you are. Your company ain't wanted. "

"I know that, " said Paul, "but I'm going to follow you till I find mybasket. "

"What do I know of your basket?"

"That's what I want to find out. "

Mike saw, by Paul's resolute tone, that he meant what he said. Desirousof shaking him of, he started on a run. 

CHAPTER VI

PAUL AS AN ARTIST

Paul was not slow in following Mike. He was a good runner, and wouldhave had no difficulty in keeping up with his enemy if the streets hadbeen empty. But to thread his way in and out among the numerous footpassengers that thronged the sidewalks was not so easy. He kept uppretty well, however, until, in turning a street corner, he ran at fullspeed into a very stout gentleman, whose scanty wind was quite knockedout of him by the collision. He glared in anger at Paul, but could notat first obtain breath enough to speak. 

"I beg your pardon, sir, " said Paul, who, in spite of his desire toovertake Mike, felt it incumbent upon him to stop and offer an apology. 

"What do you mean, sir, " exploded the fat man, at last, "by tearingthrough the streets like a locomotive? You've nearly killed me. "

"I am very sorry, sir. "

"You ought to be. Don't you know better than to run at such speed? Youought to be indicted as a public nuisance. 

"I was trying to catch a thief, " said Paul. 

"Trying to catch a thief? How's that?" asked the stout gentleman, hisindignation giving way to curiosity. 

"I was selling packages in front of the post office when he and anotherboy came up and stole my basket. "

"Indeed! What were you selling?"

"Prize packages, sir. "

"What was in them?"

"Candy. "

"Could you make much that way?"

"About a dollar a day. "

"I'd rather have given you a dollar than had you run against me withsuch violence. I feel it yet. "

"Indeed, sir, I'm very sorry. "

"Well, I'll forgive you, under the circumstances. What's your name?"

"Paul Hoffman. "

"Well, I hope you'll get back your basket. Some time, if you see me inthe street, come up and let me know. Would you know me again?"

"I think I should, sir. "

"Well, good-morning. I hope you'll catch the thief. "

"I thank you, sir. "

They parted company, but Paul did not continue the pursuit. Theconversation in which he had taken part had lasted so long that Mikehad had plenty of time to find a refuge, and there would be no use infollowing him. 

So Paul went home. 

"You are home early, Paul, " said his mother. "Surely you haven't soldout by this time. "

"No, but all my packages are gone. "

"How is that?"

"They were stolen. "

"Tell me about it. "

So Paul told the story. 

"That Mike was awful mean, " said Jimmy, indignantly. "I'd like to hithim. "

"I don't think you would hurt him much, Jimmy, " said Paul, amused at hislittle brother's vehemence. 

"Then I wish I was a big, strong boy, " said Jimmy. 

"I hope you will be, some time. "

"How much was your loss, Paul?" asked his mother. 

"There were nearly forty packages. They cost me about a dollar, but ifI had sold them all they would have brought me in twice as much. I hadonly sold ten packages. "

"Shall you make some more?"

"No, I think not, " said Paul. "I've got tired of the business. It'sgetting poorer every day. I'll go out after dinner, and see if I can'tfind something else to do. "

"You ain't going out now, Paul?" said Jimmy. 

"No, I'll stop and see you draw a little while. "

"That's bully. I'm going to try these oxen. "

"That's a hard picture. I don't think you can draw it, Jimmy. "

"Yes, I can, " said the little boy, confidently. "Just see if I don't. "

"Jimmy has improved a good deal, " said his mother. 

"You'll be a great artist one of these days, Jimmy, " said Paul. 

"I'm going to try, Paul, " said the little boy. "I like it so much. "

Little Jimmy had indeed made surprising progress in drawing. With noinstruction whatever, he had succeeded in a very close and accurateimitation of the sketches in the drawing books Paul had purchased forhim. It was a great delight to the little boy to draw, and hour afterhour, as his mother sat at her work, he sat up to the table, and workedat his drawing, scarcely speaking a word unless spoken to, so absorbedwas he in his fascinating employment. 

Paul watched him attentively. 

"You'll make a bully artist, Jimmy, " he said, at length, reallysurprised at his little brother's proficiency. "If you keep on a littlelonger, you'll beat me. "

"I wish you'd draw something, Paul, " said Jimmy. "I never saw any ofyour drawings. "

"I am afraid, if you saw mine, it would discourage you, " said Paul. "Youknow, I'm older and ought to draw better. "

His face was serious, but there was a merry twinkle of fun in his eyes. 

"Of course, I know you draw better, " said Jimmy, seriously. 

"What shall I draw?" asked Paul. 

"Try this horse, Paul. "

"All right!" said Paul. "But you must go away; I don't want you to seeit till it is done. "

Jimmy left the table, and Paul commenced his attempt. Now, though Paulis the hero of my story, I am bound to confess that he had not theslightest talent for drawing, though Jimmy did not know it. It was onlyto afford his little brother amusement that he now undertook the task. 

Paul worked away for about five minutes. 

"It's done, " he said. 

"So quick?" exclaimed Jimmy, in surprise. "How fast you work!"

He drew near and inspected Paul's drawing. He had no sooner inspectedit than he burst into a fit of laughter. Paul's drawing was a very roughone, and such a horse as he had drawn will never probably be seen untilthe race has greatly degenerated. 

"What's the matter, Jimmy?" asked Paul. "Don't you like it?"

"It's awful, Paul, " said the little boy, almost choking with mirth. 

"I see how it is, " said Paul, with feigned resentment. "You're jealous ofme because you can't draw as well. "

"Oh, Paul, you'll kill me!" and Jimmy again burst into a fit ofmerriment. "Can't you really draw any better?"

"No, Jimmy, " said Paul, joining in the laugh. "I can't draw any betterthan an old cow. You've got all the talent in the family in that line. "

"But you're smart in other ways, Paul, " said Jimmy, who had a greatadmiration of Paul, notwithstanding the discovery of his artisticinferiority. 

"I'm glad there's one that thinks so, Jimmy, " said Paul. "I'll refer toyou when I want a recommendation. "

Jimmy resumed his drawing, and was proud of the praises which Paulfreely bestowed upon him. 

"I'll get you a harder drawing book when you've got through with these, "said Paul; "that is, if I don't get reduced to poverty by having mystock in trade stolen again. "

After a while came dinner. This meal in Mrs. Hoffman's household usuallycame at twelve o'clock. It was a plain, frugal meal always, but onSunday they usually managed to have something a little better, as theyhad been accustomed to do when Mr. Hoffman was alive. 

Paul was soon through. 

He took his hat from the bureau, and prepared to go out. 

"I'm going out to try my luck, mother, " he said. "I'll see if I can'tget into something I like a little better than the prize-packagebusiness. "

"I hope you'll succeed, Paul. "

"Better than I did in drawing horses, eh, Jimmy?"

"Yes, I hope so, Paul, " said the little boy. 

"Don't you show that horse to visitors and pretend it's yours, Jimmy. "

"No danger, Paul. "

Paul went downstairs and into the street. He had no definite plan inhis head, but was ready for anything that might turn up. He did not feelanxious, for he knew there were plenty of ways in which he could earnsomething. He had never tried blacking boots, but still he could do itin case of emergency. He had sold papers, and succeeded fairly in thatline, and knew he could again. He had pitted himself against other boys, and the result had been to give him a certain confidence in his ownpowers and business abilities. When he had first gone into the streetto try his chances there, it had been with a degree of diffidence. Butknocking about the streets soon gives a boy confidence, sometimes toomuch of it; and Paul had learned to rely upon himself; but the influenceof a good, though humble home, and a judicious mother, had kept himaloof from the bad habits into which many street boys are led. 

So Paul, though his stock in trade had been stolen, and he was obligedto seek a new kind of business, was by no means disheartened. He walkeda little way downtown, and then, crossing the City Hall Park, foundhimself on Broadway. 

A little below the Astor House he came to the stand of asidewalk-merchant, who dealt in neckties. Upon an upright framework hunga great variety of ties of different colors, most of which were sold atthe uniform price of twenty-five cents each. 

Paul was acquainted with the proprietor of the stand, and, havingnothing else to do, determined to stop and speak to him. 

CHAPTER VII

A NEW BUSINESS

The proprietor of the necktie stand was a slender, dark-complexionedyoung man of about twenty-five, or thereabouts. 

His name was George Barry. Paul had known him for over a year, andwhenever he passed his stand was accustomed to stop and speak with him. 

"Well, George, how's business?" asked Paul. 

"Fair, " said Barry. "That isn't what's the matter. "

"What is it, then?"

"I'm sick. I ought not to be out here to-day. "

"What's the matter with you?"

"I've caught a bad cold, and feel hot and feverish. I ought to be athome and abed. "

"Why don't you go?"

"I can't leave my business. "

"It's better to do that than to get a bad sickness. "

"I suppose it is. I am afraid I am going to have a fever. One minute I'mhot, another I'm cold. But I can't afford to close up my business. "

"Why don't you get somebody to take your place?"

"I don't know anybody I could get that I could trust. They'd sell mygoods, and make off with the money. "

"Can you trust me?" asked Paul, who saw a chance to benefit himself aswell as his friend. 

"Yes, Paul, I could trust you, but I'm afraid I couldn't pay you enoughto make it worth while for you to stand here. "

"I haven't got anything to do just now, " said Paul. "I was in theprize-package business, but two fellows stole my stock in trade, and I'mnot going into it again. It's about played out. I'm your man. Just makeme an offer. "

"I should like to have you take my place for a day or two, for I knowyou wouldn't cheat me. "

"You may be sure of that. "

"I am sure. I know you are an honest boy, Paul. But I don't know what tooffer you. "

"How many neckties do you sell a day?" asked Paul, in a businessliketone. 

"About a dozen on an average. "

"And how much profit do you make?"

"It's half profit. "

Paul made a short calculation. Twelve neckties at twenty-five cents eachwould bring three dollars. Half of this was a dollar and a half. 

"I'll take your place for half profits, " he said. 

"That's fair, " said George Barry. "I'll accept your offer. Can you beginnow?"

"Yes. "

"Then I'll go home and go to bed. It's the best place for me. "

"You'd better. I'll come round after closing up, and hand over themoney. "

"All right! You know where I live?"

"I'm not sure. "

"No. -- Bleecker street. "

"I'll come up this evening. "

George Barry walked away, leaving Paul in charge of his business. 

He did so with perfect confidence. Not every boy in Paul's circumstancescan be trusted, but he felt sure that Paul would do the right thing byhim. 

I may as well say, in this connection, that George Barry had a motherliving. They occupied two rooms in a lodging-house in Bleecker street, and lived very comfortably. Mrs. Barry had an allowance of two hundreddollars a year from a relation. This, with what she earned by sewing, and her son by his stand, supported them very comfortably, especiallyas they provided and cooked their own food, which was, of course, muchcheaper than boarding. Still, the loss of the young man's earnings, evenfor a short time, would have been felt, though they had a reserve ofa hundred dollars in a savings bank, from which they might draw ifnecessary. But George did not like to do this. The arrangement which hemade with Paul was a satisfactory one, for with half his usual earningsthey would still be able to keep out of debt, and not be compelled todraw upon the fund in the bank. Of course, something depended on Paul'ssuccess as a salesman, but he would not be likely to fall much belowthe average amount of sales. So, on the whole, George Barry went homeconsiderably relieved in mind, though his head was throbbing, and hefelt decidedly sick. 

Arrived at home, his mother, who understood sickness, at once tookmeasures to relieve him. 

"Don't mind the loss of a few days, George, " she said, cheerfully; "weshall be able to get along very well. "

"It'll only be part loss, mother, " he said. "I've got Paul Hoffman totake my place for half the profits. "

"Paul Hoffman! Do I know him?"

"I don't think he has ever been here but I have known him for a year. "

"Can you trust him?"

"Yes, I'm not at all afraid. He is a smart boy, and as honest as he issmart. I think he will sell nearly as much as I would. "

"That is an excellent arrangement. You needn't feel uneasy, then. "

"No, the business will go on right. "

"I should like to see your salesman. "

"You'll see him to-night, mother. He's coming round this evening to letme know how he's got along, and hand over the money he's taken. "

"You'd better be quiet now, George, and go to sleep, if you can. I'llmake you some warm tea. I think it'll do you good. "

Meanwhile Paul assumed charge of George Barry's business. He was sorryhis friend was sick, but he congratulated himself on getting intobusiness so soon. 

"It's more respectable than selling prize packages, " thought Paul. "Iwish I had a stand of my own. "

He was still a street merchant, but among street merchants there aregrades as well as among merchants whose claim to higher respectabilityrests upon having rent to pay. Paul felt that it was almost like havinga shop of his own. He had always looked up to George Barry as standinghigher than himself in a business way, and he felt that even if hisearnings should not be as great, that it was a step upward to have solecharge of his stand, if only for a day or two. 

Paul's ambition was aroused. It was for his interest to make as largesales as possible. Besides, he thought he would like to prove toGeorge Barry that he had made a good selection in appointing him hissubstitute. 

Now, if the truth must be told, George Barry himself was not possessedof superior business ability. He was lacking in energy and push. Hecould sell neckties to those who asked for them, but had no particulartalent for attracting trade. He would have been a fair clerk, but wasnever likely to rise above a very moderate success. Paul was quitedifferent. He was quick, enterprising, and smart. He was a boy likely topush his way to success unless circumstances were very much against him. 

"I'd like to sell more than George Barry, " he said to himself. "I don'tknow if I can, but I'm going to try. "

The day was half over, and probably the most profitable, so far asbusiness was concerned. Paul had only four or five hours left. 

"Let me see, " he said to himself. "I ought to sell six neckties to comeup to the average of half a day's sale. I wonder whether I can do it. "

As his soliloquy ended, his quick eye detected a young man glancingat his stock, and he observed that he paused irresolutely, as if halfinclined to purchase. 

"Can't I sell you a necktie to-day?" asked Paul, promptly. 

"I don't know, " said the other. "What do you charge?"

"You can have your choice for twenty-five cents. That is cheap, isn'tit?"

"Yes, that's cheap. Let me look at them. "

"Here's one that will suit your complexion, " said Paul. 

"Yes, that's a pretty one. I think I'll take it. "

"You have to pay twice as much in the shops, " continued Paul, as herolled it up. "You see, we have no rent to pay, and so we can sellcheap. You'll save money by always buying your neckties here. "

"The only objection to that is that I don't live in the city. I am hereonly for a day. I live about fifty miles in the country. "

"Then I'll tell you what you'd better do, " said Paul. "Lay in half adozen, while you are about it. It'll only be a dollar and a half, andyou'll save as much as that by doing it. "

"I don't know but you are right, " said his customer, whom the suggestionimpressed favorably. "As you say, it's only a dollar and a half, andit'll give me a good stock. "

"Let me pick them out for you, " said Paul, briskly, "unless there'ssomething you see yourself. "

"I like that one. "

"All right. What shall be the next?"

Finally, the young man selected the entire half-dozen, and deposited adollar and a half in Paul's hands. 

"Come and see me again, " said Paul, "and if you have any friends comingto the city, send them to me. "

"I will, " said the other. 

"Tell them it's the first stand south of the Astor House. Then theywon't miss it. "

"That's a good beginning, " said Paul to himself, with satisfaction. "Half a day's average sales already, and I've only been here fifteenminutes. Let me see, what will my profits be on that? Three shillings, Ideclare. That isn't bad, now!"

Paul had reason to be satisfied with himself. If he had not spoken, theyoung man would very probably have gone on without purchasing at all, or, at any rate, remained content with a single necktie. Paul's mannerand timely word had increased his purchase sixfold. That is generallythe difference between a poor salesman and one of the first class. Anybody can sell to those who are anxious to buy; but it takes a smartman to persuade a customer that he wants what otherwise he would gowithout. The difference in success is generally appreciated by dealers, and a superior salesman is generally paid a handsome salary. 

"I don't believe George Barry would have sold that man so many ties, "thought Paul. "I hope I shall have as good luck next time. "

But this, of course, was not to be expected. It is not every customerwho can be persuaded to buy half-a-dozen ties, even by the most eloquentsalesman. However, in the course of an hour more, Paul had sold threemore to single customers. Then came a man who bought two. Then there wasa lull, and for an hour Paul sold none at all. But business improved alittle toward the close of the afternoon, and when it was time to closeup, our young merchant found that he had disposed of fifteen. 

"My share of the profits will be ninety-three cents, " thought Paul, withsatisfaction. "That isn't bad for an afternoon's work. "

CHAPTER VIII

A STROKE OF ILL LUCK

Paul transferred his frame of goods to a neighboring office at the endof the afternoon, the arrangement having been made by George Barry, onfirst entering into business as a street merchant. This saved a gooddeal of trouble, as otherwise he would have been compelled to carry themhome every night and bring them back in the morning. 

"Well, Paul, " asked his mother, when he returned to supper, "have youfound anything to do yet?"

"I have got employment for a few days, " said Paul, "to tend a necktiestand. The man that keeps it is sick. "

"How much does he pay you, Paul?" asked Jimmy. 

"Half the profits. How much do you think I have made this afternoon?"

"Forty cents. "

"What do you say to ninety-three cents? Just look at this, " and Pauldisplayed his earnings. 

"That is excellent. "

"I had good luck. Generally, I shan't make more in a whole day thanthis. "

"That will be doing very well. "

"But I shall make more, if I can. One fellow bought six neckties ofme this afternoon. I wish everybody would do that. Now, mother, I hopesupper is most ready, for selling neckties has made me hungry. "

"Almost ready, Paul. "

It was a humble meal, but a good one. There were fresh rolls and butter, tea and some cold meat. That was all; but the cloth was clean, andeverything looked neat. All did justice to the plain meal, and neverthought of envying the thousands who, in their rich uptown mansions, were sitting down at the same hour to elaborate dinners costing morethan their entire week's board. 

"Are you going out, Paul?" asked Mrs. Hoffman, noticing that he took hishat. 

"Yes, I must go and see George Barry, and carry the money I havereceived for sales. "

"Where does he live?"

"In Bleecker street. I shan't be gone long. "

Paul reached the number which had been given him. It was a large, four-story house, with the appearance of a barracks. 

"Mr. Barry, " said the servant, in answer to his question--"he livesupstairs on the fourth floor. Room on the right. "

Paul plodded his way upstairs, and found the room without difficulty. 

On knocking, the door was opened by Mrs. Barry, who looked at himinquiringly. 

"Does George Barry live here?" asked Paul. 

"Yes. Are you the one he left in charge of his business?"

Paul answered in the affirmative, adding, "How is he?"

"He seems quite feverish. I am afraid he is going to have a fever. It'sfortunate he came home. He was not able to attend to his business. "

"Can I see him?"

"Come in, " said Mrs. Barry. 

The room was covered with a worn carpet, but looked neat andcomfortable. There was a cheap sewing-machine in one corner, and someplain furniture. There was a bedroom opening out of this room, and hereit was that George Barry lay upon the bed. 

"Is that Paul Hoffman, mother?" was heard from the bedroom. 

"Yes, " said Paul, answering for himself. 

"Go in, if you like, " said Mrs. Barry. "My son wishes to see you. 

"How do you feel now, George?" asked Paul. 

"Not very well, Paul. I didn't give up a minute too soon. I think I amgoing to have a fever. "

"That is not comfortable, " said Paul. "Still, you have your mother totake care of you. "

"I don't know how I should get along without her. Can you look after mybusiness as long as I am sick?"

"Yes; I have nothing else to do. "

"Then that is off my mind. By the way, how many ties did you sell thisafternoon?"

"Fifteen. "

"What!" demanded Barry, in surprise. "You sold fifteen?"

"Yes. "

"Why, I never sold so many as that in an afternoon. "

"Didn't you?" said Paul, gratified. "Then you think I did well?"

"Splendidly. How did you do it?"

"You see, there was a young man from the country that I persuaded to buysix, as he could not get them so cheap at home. That was my first sale, and it encouraged me. "

"I didn't think you'd sell more than six in the whole afternoon. "

"Nor did I, when I started; but I determined to do my best. I don'texpect to do as well every day. "

"No, of course not. I've been in the business more than a year; and Iknow what it is. Some days are very dull. "

"I've got the money for you. The fifteen ties came to three dollars andseventy-five cents. I keep one-fourth of this as my commission. Thatleaves two dollars and eighty-two cents. "

"Quite correct. However, you needn't give me the money. You may need tochange a bill, or else lose a sale. It will do if you settle with me atthe end of the week. "

"I see you have confidence in me, George. Suppose I should take a fancyto run away with the money?"

"I am not afraid. "

"If I do, I will give you warning a week beforehand. "

After a little more conversation, Paul withdrew, thinking he might worrythe sick man. He offered to come up the next evening, but George Barrysaid, "It would be too much to expect you to come up every evening. Ishall be satisfied if you come up every other evening. "

"Very well, " said Paul. "Then you may expect me Saturday. I hope I shallhave some good sales to report, and that I shall find you better. "

Paul descended to the street, and walked slowly homeward. He couldn'thelp wishing that the stand was his own, and the entire profits his. This would double his income, and enable him to save up money. Atpresent this was hardly possible. His own earnings had been, and werelikely to continue, very fluctuating. 

Still, they constituted the main support of the family. His mother madeshirts for an establishment on Broadway at twenty-five cents each, whichwas more than some establishments paid. She could hardly average morethan one shirt a day, in addition to her household work, and in orderto accomplish this, even, she was obliged to work very steadily all day. Jimmy, of course, earned nothing. Not that he was too young. There wereplenty of little newsboys who were as small as he--perhaps smaller. I have seen boys, who did not appear to be more than four years old, standing at the corners, crying the news in their childish treble. ButPaul was not willing to have Jimmy sent out into the streets to undergothe rough discipline of street life. He was himself of a strong, robustnature, and did not shrink from the rough and tumble of life. He feltsure he could make his way, and give as well as receive blows. But Jimmywas shy and retiring, of a timid, shrinking nature, who would sufferfrom what would only exhilarate Paul, and brace him for the contest. So it was understood that Jimmy was to get an education, studying atpresent at home with his mother, who had received a good education, andthat Mrs. Hoffman and Paul were to be the breadwinners. "I wish motherdidn't have to sit so steadily at her work, " thought Paul, many a time. He resolved some time to relieve her from the necessity; but at presentit was impossible. 

To maintain their small family in comfort required all that both couldearn. 

The next morning Paul started out after breakfast for the street stand, wondering what success he was destined to meet with. 

About the middle of the forenoon Mrs. Hoffman prepared to go out. 

"Do you think you can stay alone for an hour or two, Jimmy?" she asked. 

"Yes, mother, " answered Jimmy, who was deep in a picture which he wascopying from one of the drawing-books Paul had bought him. "Where areyou going mother?"

"To carry back some work, Jimmy. I have got half-a-dozen shirts done, and must return them, and ask for more. "

"They ought to pay you more than twenty-five cents apiece, mother. Howlong has it taken you to make them?"

"Nearly a week. "

"That is only a dollar and a half for a week's work. "

"I know it, Jimmy; but they can get plenty to work at that price, so itwon't do for me to complain. I shall be very glad if I can get steadywork, even at that price. "

Jimmy said no more, and Mrs. Hoffman, gathering up her bundle, went out. 

She had a little more than half a mile to go. This did not require long. She entered the large door, and advanced to the counter behind whichstood a clerk with a pen behind his ear. 

"How many?" he said, as she laid the bundle upon the counter. 

"Six. "

"Name?"

"Hoffman. "

"Correct. I will look at them. "

He opened the bundle hastily, and surveyed the work critically. Luckilythere was no fault to find, for Mrs. Hoffman was a skillful seamstress. 

"They will do, " he said, and, taking from a drawer the stipulated sum, paid for them. 

"Can I have some more?" asked Mrs. Hoffman, anxiously. 

"Not to-day. We're overstocked with goods made up. We must contract ourmanufacture. "

This was unexpected, and carried dismay to the heart of the poor woman. What she could earn was very little but it was important to her. 

"When do you think you can give me some more work?" she asked. 

"It may be a month or six weeks, " he answered, carelessly. 

A month or six weeks! To have her supply of work cut off for so long atime would, indeed, be a dire misfortune. But there was nothing to say. Mrs. Hoffman knew very well that no one in the establishment cared forher necessities. So, with a heavy heart, she started for home, making upher mind to look elsewhere for work in the afternoon. She could not helprecalling, with sorrow, the time when her husband was living, and theylived in a pleasant little home, before the shadow of bereavement andpecuniary anxiety had come to cloud their happiness. Still, she was notutterly cast down. Paul had proved himself a manly and a helpful boy, self-reliant and courageous, and, though they might be pinched, she knewthat as long as he was able to work they would not actually suffer. 

CHAPTER IX

A NEW PATRON

Mrs. Hoffman went out in the afternoon, and visited several largeestablishments in the hope of obtaining work. But everywhere she was metwith the stereotyped reply, "Business is so dull that we are obliged toturn off some who are accustomed to work for us. We have no room for newhands. "

Finally she decided that it would be of no use to make any furtherapplications, and went home, feeling considerably disheartened. 

"I must find something to do, " she said to herself. "I cannot throw uponPaul the entire burden of supporting the family. "

But it was not easy to decide what to do. There are so few paths open toa woman like Mrs. Hoffman. She was not strong enough to take in washing, nor, if she had been, would Paul, who was proud for his mother, thoughnot for himself, have consented to her doing it. She determined to thinkit over during the evening, and make another attempt to get work of somekind the next day. 

"I won't tell Paul till to-morrow night, " she decided. "Perhaps by thattime I shall have found something to do. "

All that day, the first full day in his new business, Paul soldeighteen ties. He was not as successful proportionately as the previousafternoon. Still his share of the profits amounted to a dollar andtwelve cents, and he felt quite satisfied. His sales had been fiftyper cent. More than George Barry's average sales, and that was doingremarkably well, considering that the business was a new one to him. 

The next morning about ten o'clock, as he stood behind his stand, he sawa stout gentleman approaching from the direction of the Astor House. He remembered him as the one with whom he had accidentally come incollision when he was in pursuit of Mike Donovan. Having been invited tospeak to him, he determined to do so. 

"Good-morning, sir, " said Paul, politely. 

"Eh? Did you speak to me?" inquired the stout gentleman. 

"Yes, sir; I bade you good-morning. "

"Good-morning. I don't remember you, though. What's your name?"

"Paul Hoffman. Don't you remember my running against you a day or twosince?"

"Oho! you're the boy, then. You nearly knocked the breath out of me. "

"I am very sorry, sir. "

"Of course you didn't mean to. Is this your stand?"

"No, sir; I am tending for the owner, who is sick. "

"Does he pay you well?"

"He gives me half the profits. "

"And does that pay you for your labor?"

"I can earn about a dollar a day. "

"That is good. It is more than I earned when I was of your age. "

"Indeed, sir!"

"Yes; I was a poor boy, but I kept steadily at work, and now I am rich. "

"I hope I shall be rich some time, " said Paul. 

"You have the same chance that I had. "

"I don't care so much for myself as for my mother and my little brother. I should like to become rich for their sake. "

"So you have a mother and a brother. Where do they live?"

Paul told him. 

"And you help support them?"

"Yes, sir. "

"That's a good boy, " said the gentleman, approvingly. "Is your motherable to earn anything?"

"Not much, sir. She makes shirts for a Broadway store, but they only payher twenty-five cents apiece. "

"That's very small. She can sew well, I suppose?"

"Oh, yes, sir; no fault is ever found with her work. "

"Do you think she would make me a dozen shirts?"

"She would be glad to do so, " said Paul, quickly, for he knew that hisnew acquaintance would pay far more liberally than the Broadway firm. 

"I will give the price I usually pay--ten shillings apiece. "

Ten shillings in New York currency amount to a dollar and a quarter, which would be five times the price Mrs Hoffman had been accustomed toreceive. A dozen shirts would come to fifteen dollars, which to a familyin their circumstances would be a great help. 

"Thank you, sir, " said Paul. "My mother will accept the work thankfully, and will try to suit you. When shall I come for the cloth?"

"You may come to my house this evening, and I will give you a pattern, and an order for the materials on a dry goods dealer in Broadway. "

"Where do you live, sir?"

"No. ---- Madison avenue, between Thirty-fourth and Thirty-fifthstreets. My name is Preston. Can you remember it?"

"Yes, sir; but I will put it down to make sure. "

"Well, good-morning. "

"Good-morning, sir. I suppose you don't want a tie this morning?"

"I don't think you keep the kind I am accustomed to wear, " said Mr. Preston, smiling. "I stick to the old fashions, and wear a stock. "

The old gentleman had scarcely gone, when two boys of twelve or thirteenpaused before the stand. 

"That's a bully tie, Jeff!" said George, the elder of the two. "I have agood mind to buy it. "

"It won't cost much, " said Jeff. "Only twenty-five cents. But I likethat one better. "

"If you buy one, I will. "

"All right, " said Jeff, whose full name was Jefferson. "We can wear themto dancing-school this afternoon. "

So the two boys bought a necktie, and this, in addition to previoussales, made six sold during the morning. 

"I hope I shall do as well as I did yesterday, " thought Paul. "If Ican make nine shillings every day I won't complain. It is better thanselling prize-packages. "

Paul seemed likely to obtain his wish, since at twelve o'clock, when hereturned home to dinner, he had sold ten ties, making rather more thanhalf of the previous day's sales. 

Mrs. Hoffman had been out once more, but met with no better success thanbefore. There seemed to be no room anywhere for a new hand. At severalplaces she had seen others, out of employment like herself, who werealso in quest of work. The only encouragement she received was thatprobably in a month or six weeks business might so far improve that shecould obtain work. But to Mrs. Hoffman it was a serious matter to remainidle even four weeks. She reflected that Paul's present employment wasonly temporary, and that he would be forced to give up his post assoon as George Barry should recover his health, which probably wouldbe within a week or two. She tried in vain to think of some temporaryemployment, and determined, in case she should be unsuccessful in theafternoon, which she hardly anticipated, to consult Paul what she hadbetter do. 

Paul noticed when he came in that his mother looked more sober andthoughtful than usual. 

"Have you a headache, mother?" he inquired. 

"No, Paul, " she said, smiling faintly. 

"Something troubles you, I am sure, " continued Paul. 

"You are right, Paul, " said Mrs. Hoffman, "though I didn't mean to tellyou till evening. "

"What is it?" asked Paul, anxiously. 

"When I carried back the last shirts I made for Duncan & Co. , they toldme I couldn't have any more for a month or six weeks. "

"That will give you some time to rest, mother, " said Paul, who wanted tokeep back his good news for a while. 

"But I can't afford to rest, Paul. "

"You forget that I am earning money, mother. I am sure I can earn adollar a day. "

"I know you are a good, industrious boy, Paul, and I don't know how weshould get along without you. But it is necessary for me to do my part, though it is small. "

"Don't be anxious, mother; I am sure we can get along. "

"But I am not willing that the whole burden of supporting the familyshould come upon you. Besides, you are not sure how long you can retainyour present employment. "

"I know that, mother; but something else will be sure to turn up. If Ican't do anything else, I can turn bootblack, though I would prefersomething else. There is no chance of my being out of work long. "

"There are fewer things for me to do, " said his mother, "but perhaps youcan think of something. I shall go out this afternoon, and try my luckonce more. If I do not succeed, I will consult with you this evening. "

"Suppose I tell you that I have work for you, enough to last for two orthree weeks, that will pay five times as well as the work you have beendoing; what would you say to that?" asked Paul, smiling. 

"Are you in earnest, Paul?" asked his mother, very much surprised. 

"Quite in earnest, mother. There's a gentleman up-town that wants adozen shirts made, and is willing to pay ten shillings apiece. "

"Ten shillings! Why, that's a dollar and a quarter. "

"Of course it is. I told him I thought you would accommodate him. "

"You are sure I can get the work to do?"

"Certainly. I am to go up to his house this evening and get the patternand an order for the materials. "

"It seems too good to be true, " said his mother. "Why, I can earn atleast a dollar a day. "

"Then you will be doing as well as I am. "

"Tell me how you heard of it, Paul, " said Mrs. Hoffman. 

Paul told the story of the manner in which he formed Mr. Preston'sacquaintance. 

"It's lucky you ran into him, Paul, " said Jimmy. 

"He didn't think so at the time, " said Paul, laughing. "He said I nearlyknocked the breath out of him. "

"You won't go out this afternoon, mother, will you?" asked Jimmy. 

"No, it will not be necessary now; I didn't think this morning that sucha piece of good luck was in store for, me. "

CHAPTER X

ANOTHER LOSS

After supper Paul brushed his clothes carefully and prepared to go tothe address given him by Mr. Preston. He decided to walk one way, notwishing to incur the expenses of two railroad fares. 

The distance was considerable, and it was nearly eight o'clock when hearrived at his destination. 

Paul found himself standing before a handsome house of brown stone. He ascended the steps, and inquired, on the door being opened, if Mr. Preston was at home. 

"I'll see, " said the servant. 

She returned in a short time, and said: "He says you may come upstairs. "

Paul followed the servant, who pointed out a door at the head of thefirst staircase. 

Paul knocked, and, hearing "Come in" from within, he opened the door andentered. 

He found himself in a spacious chamber, handsomely furnished. Mr. Preston, in dressing-gown and slippers, sat before a cheerful, openfire. 

"Come and sit down by the fire, " he said, sociably. 

"Thank you, sir, I am warm with walking, " and Paul took a seat near thedoor. 

"I am one of the cold kind, " said Mr. Preston, "and have a fire earlierthan most people. You come about the shirts, I suppose?"

"Yes, sir. "

"Will your mother undertake them?"

"With pleasure, sir. She can no longer get work from the shop. "

"Business dull, I suppose?"

"Yes, sir. "

"Then I am glad I thought of giving her the commission. How's businesswith you to-day, eh?"

"Pretty good, sir. "

"How many neckties did you sell?"

"Nineteen, sir. "

"And how much do you get for that?"

"Nine shillings and a half--a dollar and eighteen cents. "

"That's pretty good for a boy like you. When I was of your age I wasworking on a farm for my board and clothes. "

"Were you, sir?" asked Paul, interested. 

"Yes, I was bound out till I was twenty-one. At the end of that time Iwas to receive a hundred dollars and a freedom suit to begin the worldwith. That wasn't a very large capital, eh?"

"No, sir. "

"But the death of my employer put an end to my apprenticeship at theage of eighteen. I hadn't a penny of money and was thrown upon my ownresources. However, I had a pair of good strong arms, and a good stockof courage. I knew considerable about farming, but I didn't like it. Ithought I should like trade better. So I went to the village merchant, who kept a small dry-goods store, and arranged with him to supply mewith a small stock of goods, which I undertook to sell on commission forhim. His business was limited, and having confidence in my honesty, hewas quite willing to intrust me with what I wanted. So I set out with mypack on my back and made a tour of the neighboring villages. "

Paul listened with eager interest. He had his own way to make, and itwas very encouraging to find that Mr. Preston, who was evidently richand prosperous, was no better off at eighteen than he was now. 

"You will want to know how I succeeded. Well, at first only moderately;but I think I had some tact in adapting myself to the different classesof persons with whom I came in contact; at any rate, I was alwayspolite, and that helped me. So my sales increased, and I did a goodthing for my employer as well as myself. He would have been glad toemploy me for a series of years, but I happened to meet a travelingsalesman of a New York wholesale house, who offered to obtain me aposition similar to his own. As this would give me a larger field andlarger profits, I accepted gladly, and so changed the nature of myemployment. I became very successful. My salary was raised from time totime, till it reached five thousand dollars. I lived frugally and savedmoney, and at length bought an interest in the house by which I had beenso long employed. I am now senior partner, and, as you may suppose, verycomfortably provided for. 

"Do you know why I have told you this?" asked Mr. Preston, noticing theeagerness with which Paul had listened. 

"I don't know, sir; but I have been very much interested. "

"It is because I like to give encouragement to boys and young men whoare now situated as I used to be. I think you are a smart boy. "

"Thank you, sir. "

"And, though you are poor, you can lift yourself to prosperity, if youare willing to work hard enough and long enough. "

"I am not afraid of work, " said Paul, promptly. 

"No, I do not believe you are. I can tell by a boy's face, and you havethe appearance of one who is willing to work hard. How long have youbeen a street peddler?"

"About a year, sir. Before that time my father was living, and I waskept at school. "

"You will find the street a school, though of a different kind, in whichyou can learn valuable lessons. If you can get time in the evening, however, it will be best to keep up your school studies. "

"I am doing that now, sir. "

"That is well. And now, about the shirts. Did your mother say how longit would take her to make them?"

"About three weeks, I think, sir. Will that be soon enough?"

"That will do. Perhaps it will be well, however, to bring half thenumber whenever they are finished. "

"All right, sir. "

"I suppose your mother can cut them out if I send a shirt as a pattern?"

"Yes, sir. "

Mr. Preston rose, and, going to a bureau, took therefrom a shirt whichhe handed to Paul. He then wrote a few lines on a slip of paper, whichhe also handed our hero. 

"That is an order on Barclay & Co. , " he explained, "for the requisitematerials. If either you or your mother presents it, they will be givenyou. "

"Very good, sir, " said Paul. 

He took his cap, and prepared to go. 

"Good-evening, Mr. Preston, " he said. 

"Good-evening. I shall expect you with the shirts when they are ready. "

Paul went downstairs and into the street, thinking that Mr. Preston wasvery sociable and agreeable. He had fancied that rich men were generally"stuck up, " but about Mr. Preston there seemed an absence of allpretense. Paul's ambition was aroused when he thought of the story hehad heard, and he wondered whether it would be possible for him to raisehimself to wealth and live in as handsome a house as Mr. Preston. Hethought what a satisfaction it would be if the time should ever comewhen he could free his mother from the necessity of work, and givelittle Jimmy a chance to develop his talent for drawing. However, suchsuccess must be a long way off, if it ever came. 

He had intended to ride home, but his mind was so preoccupied that heforgot all about it, and had got some distance on his way before itoccurred to him. Then, not feeling particularly tired, he concluded tokeep on walking, as he had commenced. 

"It will save me six cents, " he reflected, "and that is something. If Iam ever going to be a prosperous merchant, I must begin to save now. "

So he kept on walking. Passing the Cooper Institute, he came into theBowery, a broad and busy street, the humble neighbor of Broadway, towhich it is nearly parallel. 

He was still engaged in earnest thought, when he felt a rude slap on theback. Looking round, he met the malicious glance of Mike Donovan, whoprobably would not have ventured on such a liberty if he had not beenaccompanied by a boy a head taller than himself, and, to judge fromappearances, of about the same character. 

"What did you do that for, Mike?" demanded Paul. 

"None of your business. I didn't hurt you, did I?" returned Mike, roughly. 

"No, but I don't care to be hit that way by you. "

"So you're putting on airs, are you?"

"No, I don't do that, " returned Paul; "but I don't care about havinganything to do with you. "

"That's because you've got a new shirt, is it?" sneered Mike. 

"It isn't mine. "

"That's what I thought. Who did you steal it from?"

"Do you mean to insult me, Mike Donovan?" demanded Paul, angrily. 

"Just as you like, " said Mike, independently. 

"If you want to know why I don't want to have anything to do with you, Iwill tell you. "

"Tell ahead. "

"Because you're a thief. "

"If you say that again, I'll lick you, " said Mike, reddening with anger. 

"It's true. You stole my basket of candy the other day, and that isn'tthe only time you've been caught stealing. "

"I'll give you the worst licking you ever had. Do you want to fight?"said Mike, flourishing his fist. 

"No, I don't, " said Paul. "Some time when I haven't a bundle, I'llaccommodate you. "

"You're a coward!" sneered Mike, gaining courage as he saw Paul was notdisposed for an encounter. 

"I don't think I am, " said Paul, coolly. 

"I'll hold your shirt, " said Mike's companion, with a grin, "if you wantto fight. "

Paul, however, did not care to intrust the shirt to a stranger of sounprepossessing an appearance. 

He, therefore, attempted to pass on. But Mike, encouraged by hisreluctance, stepped up and shook his fist within an inch of Paul's nose, calling him at the same time a coward. This was too much for Paul'sself-restraint. He dropped the shirt and pitched into Mike in soscientific a manner that the latter was compelled to retreat, andfinally to flee at the top of his speed, not without having firstreceived several pretty hard blows. 

"I don't think he will meddle with me again, " said Paul to himself, ashe pulled down the sleeves of his jacket. 

He walked back, and looked for the shirt which he had laid down beforecommencing the combat. But he looked in vain. Nothing was to be seenof the shirt or of Mike's companion. Probably both had disappearedtogether. 

CHAPTER XI

BARCLAY & CO. 

The loss of the shirt was very vexatious. It was not so much the valueof it that Paul cared for, although this was a consideration by no meansto be despised by one in his circumstances; but it had been lent as apattern, and without it his mother would be unable to make Mr. Preston'sshirts. As to recovering it, he felt that there was little chance ofthis. Besides, it would involve delay, and his mother could not affordto remain idle. Paul felt decidedly uncomfortable. Again Mike Donovanhad done him an injury, and this time of a more serious nature thanbefore. 

What should he do?

There seemed but one answer to this question. He must go back to Mr. Preston, explain the manner in which he had lost his shirt, and ask himfor another, promising, of course, to supply the place of the one lost. He was not sure whether Mr. Preston would accept this explanation. Hemight think it was only an attempt to defraud him. But, at any rate, itseemed the only thing to do, and it must be done at once. He entered apassing car, for it was too late to walk. 

"I wish I had taken the car down, " thought Paul. "Then I shouldn't havelost the shirt. "

But it was too late for regrets now. He must do the best that remainedto him. 

It was nearly ten o'clock when Paul once more stood before the door ofMr. Preston's boarding-place. He rang the bell and asked to see him. 

"You have been here before this evening?" said the servant. 

"Yes. "

"Then you know the room. You can walk right up. "

Paul went upstairs and knocked at Mr. Preston's room. He was bidden tocome in, and did so. 

Mr. Preston looked up with surprise. 

"I suppose you are surprised to see me, " said Paul, rather awkwardly. 

"Why, yes. I did not anticipate that pleasure quite so soon, " said Mr. Preston, smiling. 

"I am afraid it won't be a pleasure, for I bring bad news. "

"Bad news?" repeated the gentleman, rather startled. 

"Yes; I have lost the shirt you gave me. "

"Oh, is that all?" said Mr. Preston, looking relieved. "But how did youlose it?"

"I was walking home down the Bowery, when two fellows met me. One ofthem, Mike Donovan, forced me into a fight. I gave him a licking, " addedPaul, with satisfaction; "but when it was all over, I found the otherfellow had run off with the shirt. "

"I don't believe it will fit him, " said Mr. Preston, laughing. 

As the speaker probably weighed two hundred and fifty pounds, it was, indeed, rather doubtful. Paul couldn't help laughing himself at thethought. 

"You were certainly unlucky, " said Mr. Preston. "Did you know the boyyou fought with?"

"Yes, sir; he once before stole my stock of candy, when I was in theprize-package business. "

"That was the day we got acquainted, " remarked Mr. Preston. 

"Yes, sir. "

"He doesn't seem to be a very particular friend of yours. "

"No; he hates me, Mike does, though I don't know why. But I hope youwon't be angry with me for losing the shirt?"

"No; it doesn't seem to be your fault, only your misfortune. "

"I was afraid you might think I had made up the story, and only wantedto get an extra shirt from you. "

"No, my young friend; I have some faith in physiognomy, and you have anhonest face. I don't believe you would deceive me. "

"No, I wouldn't, " said Paul, promptly. "If you will trust me withanother shirt, mother will make you an extra one to make up for the oneI have lost. "

"Certainly you shall have the extra shirt, but you needn't supply theplace of the one lost. "

"It is only fair that I should. "

"That may be, and I am glad you made the offer, but the loss is oflittle importance to me. It was no fault of yours that you lost it, andyou shall not suffer for it. "

"You are very kind, sir, " said Paul, gratefully. 

"Only just, Paul. "

Mr. Preston went to the bureau, and drew out another shirt, which hehanded to Paul. 

"Let me suggest, my young friend, " he said, "that you ride home thistime. It is late, and you might have another encounter with your friend. I should like to see him with the shirt on, " and Mr. Preston laughedheartily at the thought. 

Paul decided to follow his patron's advice. He had no idea of runningany more risk in the matter. He accordingly walked to Fourth avenue andgot on board the car. 

It was nearly eleven o'clock when he reached home. As it was neverhis habit to stay out late, his mother had become alarmed at his longabsence. 

"What kept you so late, Paul?" she asked. 

"I'll tell you, pretty soon, mother. Here's the shirt that is to serveas a pattern. Can you cut out the new shirts by it?"

Mrs. Hoffman examined it attentively. 

"Yes, " she said; "there will be no difficulty about that. Mr. Prestonmust be a pretty large man. "

"Yes, he is big enough for an alderman; but he is very kind andconsiderate, and I like him. You shall judge for yourself when I tellyou what happened this evening. "

It will not be necessary to tell Paul's adventure over again. Hismother listened with pardonable indignation against Mike Donovan and hiscompanion. 

"I hope you won't have anything to do with that bad boy, Paul, " shesaid. 

"I shan't, if I can help it, " said Paul. "I didn't want to speak to himto-night, but I couldn't help myself. Oh, I forgot to say, when half theshirts are ready, I am to take them to Mr. Preston. "

"I think I can make one a day. "

"There is no need of working so steadily, mother. You will be well paid, you know. "

"That is true; and for that reason I shall work more cheerfully. I wishI could get paid as well for all my work. "

"Perhaps Mr. Preston will recommend you to his friends, and you can getmore work that way. "

"I wish I could. "

"I will mention it to him, when I carry back the last half dozen. "

"Is he going to send the cloth?"

"I nearly forgot that, too. I have an order on Barclay & Co. For thenecessary amount of cloth. I can go up there to-morrow morning and getit. "

"That will take you from your work, Paul. "

"Well, I can close up for a couple of hours. "

"I don't think that will be necessary. I will go up myself and presentthe order, and get them to send it home for me. "

"Will they do that?"

"It is their custom. Or, if the bundle isn't too large. I can bring ithome myself in the car. "

"That's all right, then. And now, mother, as it's past eleven o'clock, Ithink we may as well both go to bed. "

The next day Paul went as usual to his business, and Mrs. Hoffman, afterclearing away the breakfast, put on her bonnet and shawl, and preparedto go for the materials for the shirts. 

The retail store of Barclay & Co. Is of great size, and ranks among themost important in New York. It was not so well filled when Mrs. Hoffmanentered as it would be later. She was directed to the proper counter, where she presented the order, signed by Mr. Preston. As he was acustomer of long standing, there was no difficulty about filling theorder. A bundle was made up, which, as it contained the materials fortwelve shirts, necessarily was of considerable size. 

"Here is your bundle, ma'am, " said the clerk. 

Mrs. Hoffman's strength was slender, and she did not feel able to carrythe heavy bundle offered her. Even if she took the car, she would beobliged to carry it a portion of the way, and she felt that it wouldovertask her strength. 

"Don't you send bundles?" she asked. 

"Sometimes, " said the clerk, looking superciliously at the modest attireof the poor widow, and mentally deciding that she was not entitled tomuch consideration. Had she been richly dressed, he would have been veryobsequious, and insisted on sending home the smallest parcel. But thereare many who have two rules of conduct, one for the rich, and quitea different one for the poor, and among these was the clerk who wasattending upon Mrs. Hoffman. 

"Then, " said Mrs. Hoffman, "I should like to have you send this. "

"It's a great deal of trouble to send everything, " said the clerk, impertinently. 

"This bundle is too heavy for me to carry, " said the widow, deprecatingly. 

"I suppose we can send it, " said the clerk, ill-naturedly, "if youinsist upon it. "

Meanwhile, though he had not observed it, his employer had approached, and heard the last part of the colloquy. He was considered by some asa hard man, but there was one thing he always required of those in hisemploy; that was to treat all purchasers with uniform courtesy, whatevertheir circumstances. 

"Are you objecting to sending this lady's bundle?" said Mr. Barclay, sternly. 

The clerk looked up in confusion. 

"I told her we would send it, " he stammered. 

"I have heard what passed. You have been deficient in politeness. Ifthis happens again, you leave my employ. "

"I will take your address, " said the clerk, in a subdued tone. 

Mrs. Hoffman gave it, and left the store, thankful for the interferenceof the great merchant who had given his clerk a lesson which the latter, as he valued his situation, found it advisable to bear in mind. 

CHAPTER XII

THE BARREL THIEF

While Mike Donovan was engaged in his contest with Paul, his companionhad quietly walked off with the shirt. It mattered very little to himwhich party conquered, as long as he carried off the spoils. His conductin the premises was quite as unsatisfactory to Mike as it was to Paul. When Mike found himself in danger of being overpowered, he appealedto his companion for assistance, and was incensed to see him coollydisregarding the appeal, and selfishly appropriating the booty. 

"The mane thafe!" he exclaimed after the fight was over, and he wascompelled to retreat. "He let me be bate, and wouldn't lift his fingerto help me. I'd like to put a head on him, I would. "

Just at that moment Mike felt quite as angry with his friend, JerryMcGaverty, as with his late opponent. 

"The shirt's mine, fair, " he said to himself, "and I'll make Jerry giveit to me. "

But Jerry had disappeared, and Mike didn't know where to look for him. In fact, he had entered a dark alleyway, and, taking the shirt from thepaper in which it was wrapped, proceeded to examine his prize. 

The unusual size struck him. 

"By the powers, " he muttered, "it's big enough for me great-grandfatherand all his children. I wouldn't like to pay for the cloth it tuck tomake it. But I'll wear it, anyway. "

Jerry was not particular as to an exact fit. His nether garments wereseveral sizes too large for him, and the shirt would complete hiscostume appropriately. He certainly did need a new shirt, for the onehe had on was the only article of the kind he possessed, and was so fargone that its best days, if it ever had any, appeared to date back toa remote antiquity. It had been bought cheap in Baxter street, itsprevious history being unknown. 

Jerry decided to make the change at once. The alley afforded aconvenient place for making the transfer. He accordingly pulled off theragged shirt he wore and put on the article he had purloined from Paul. The sleeves were too long, but he turned up the cuffs, and the amplebody he tucked inside his pants. 

"It fits me too much, " soliloquized Jerry, as he surveyed himself afterthe exchange. "I could let out the half of it, and have enough left formeself. Anyhow, it's clane, and it came chape enough. "

He came out of the alley, leaving his old shirt behind him. Even if ithad been worth carrying away, Jerry saw no use in possessing more thanone shirt. It was his habit to wear one until it was ready to dropoff from him, and then get another if he could. There is a practicalconvenience in this arrangement, though there are also objections whichwill readily occur to the reader. 

On the whole, though the shirt fitted him too much, as he expressed it, he regarded himself complacently. 

The superabundant material gave the impression of liberal expenditureand easy circumstances, since a large shirt naturally costs more thana small one. So Jerry, as he walked along the Bowery, assumed a jauntyair, precisely such as some of my readers may when they have a new suitto display. His new shirt was quite conspicuous, since he was encumberedneither with vest nor coat. 

Mike, feeling sore over his defeat, met Jerry the next morning onChatham street. His quick eye detected the improved state of hisfriend's apparel, and his indignation rose, as he reflected that Jerryhad pocketed the profits while the hard knocks had been his. 

"Jerry!" he called out. 

Jerry did not see fit to heed the call. He was sensible that Mike hadsomething to complain of, and he was in no hurry to meet his reproaches. 

"Jerry McGaverty!" called Mike, coming near. 

"Oh, it's you, Mike, is it?" answered Jerry, unable longer to keep upthe pretense of not hearing. 

"Yes, it's me, " said Mike. "What made you leave me for last night?"

"I didn't want to interfere betwane two gintlemen, " said Jerry, with agrin. "Did you mash him, Mike?"

"No, " said Mike, sullenly, "he mashed me. Why didn't you help me?"

"I thought you was bating him, so, as I had some business to attind to, I went away. "

"You went away wid the shirt. "

"Yes, I took it by mistake. Ain't it an illigant fit?"

"It's big enough for two of you. "

"Maybe I'll grow to it in time, " said Jerry. 

"And how much are you goin' to give me for my share?" demanded Mike. 

"Say that ag'in, " said Jerry. 

Mike repeated it. 

"I thought maybe I didn't hear straight. It ain't yours at all. Didn't Itake it?"

"You wouldn't have got it if I hadn't fit with Paul. "

"That ain't nothin' to me, " said Jerry. "The shirt's mine, and I'll kapeit. "

Mike felt strongly tempted to "put a head on" Jerry, whatever that maymean; but, as Jerry was a head taller already, the attempt did not seemquite prudent. He indulged in some forcible remarks, which, however, didnot disturb Jerry's equanimity. 

"I'll give you my old shirt, Mike, " he said, "if you can find it. I leftit in an alley near the Old Bowery. "

"I don't want the dirty rag, " said Mike, contemptuously. 

Finally a compromise was effected, Jerry offering to help Mike on thenext occasion, and leave the spoils in his hands. 

I have to chronicle another adventure of Jerry's, in which he wasless fortunate than he had been in the present case. He was a genuinevagabond, and lived by his wits, being too lazy to devote himself toany regular street employment, as boot blacking or selling newspapers. Occasionally he did a little work at each of these, but regular, persistent industry was out of his line. He was a drone by inclination, and a decided enemy to work. On the subject of honesty his principleswere far from strict. If he could appropriate what did not belong to himhe was ready to do so without scruple. This propensity had several timesbrought him into trouble, and he had more than once been sent to residetemporarily on Blackwell's Island, from which he had returned by nomeans improved. 

Mike was not quite so much of a vagabond as his companion. He could workat times, though he did not like it, and once pursued the vocation of abootblack for several months with fair success. 

But Jerry's companionship was doing him no good, and it seemed likelythat eventually he would become quite as shiftless as Jerry himself. 

Jerry, having no breakfast, strolled down to one of the city markets. Hefrequently found an opportunity of stealing here, and was now in searchof such a chance. He was a dexterous and experienced barrel thief, a term which it may be necessary to explain. Barrels, then, have acommercial value, and coopers will generally pay twenty-five centsfor one in good condition. This is enough, in the eyes of many a youngvagabond, to pay for the risk incurred in stealing one. 

Jerry prowled round the market for some time, seeking a good opportunityto walk off with an apple or banana, or something eatable. But theguardians of the stands seemed unusually vigilant, and he was compelledto give up the attempt, as involving too great risk. Jerry was hungry, and hunger is an uncomfortable feeling. He began to wish he had remainedsatisfied with his old shirt, dirty as it was, and carried the new oneto some of the Baxter street dealers, from whom he could perhaps havegot fifty cents for it. Now, fifty cents would have paid for a breakfastand a couple of cigars, and those just now would have made Jerry happy. 

"What a fool I was not to think of it!" he said. "The old shirt would dome, and I could buy a bully breakfast wid the money I'd get for this. "

Just at this moment he espied an empty barrel--a barrel apparently quitenew and in an unguarded position. He resolved to take it, but the affairmust be managed slyly. 

He lounged up to the barrel, and leaned upon it indolently. Then, inapparent unconsciousness, he began to turn it, gradually changing itsposition. If observed, he could easily deny all felonious intentions. This he kept up till he got round the corner, when, glancing around tosee if he was observed, he quickly lifted it on his shoulder and marchedoff. 

All this happened without his being observed by the owner of the barrel. But a policeman, who chanced to be going his rounds, had been a witnessof Jerry's little game. He remained quiet till Jerry's intentions becameevident, then walked quietly up and put his hand on his shoulder. 

"Put down that barrel!" he said, authoritatively. 

Jerry had been indulging in visions of the breakfast he would get withthe twenty-five cents he expected to obtain for the barrel, and theinterruption was not an agreeable one. But he determined to brazen itout if possible. 

"What for will I put it down?" he said. 

"Because you have stolen it, that's why. "

"No, " said Jerry, "I'm carrying it round to my boss. It's his. "

"Where do you work?"

"In Fourth street, " said Jerry, at random. 

"What number?"

"No. 136. "

"Then your boss will have to get some one in your place, for you willhave to come with me. "

"What for?"

"I saw you steal the barrel. You're a barrel thief, and this isn't thefirst time you've been caught at it. Carry back the barrel to the placeyou took it from and then come with me. "

Jerry tried to beg off, but without avail. 

At that moment Mike Donovan lounged up. When he saw his friend incustody, he felt a degree of satisfaction, remembering the trick Jerryhad played on him. 

"Where are you goin', Jerry?" he asked, with a grin, as he passed him. "Did ye buy that barrel to kape your shirt in?"

Jerry scowled but thought it best not to answer, lest his unlawfulpossession of the shirt might also be discovered, and lead to a longersentence. 

"He's goin' down to the island to show his new shirt, " thought Mike, with a grin. "Maybe he'll set the fashion there. "

Mike was right. Jerry was sent to the island for two months, thereintroducing Mr. Preston's shirt to company little dreamed of by itsoriginal proprietor. 

CHAPTER XIII

OUT OF BUSINESS

The next day Mrs. Hoffman commenced work upon Mr. Preston's shirts. Sheworked with much more cheerfulness now that she was sure of obtaining aliberal price for her labor. As the shirts were of extra size, she foundherself unable to finish one in a day, as she had formerly done, buthad no difficulty in making four in a week. This, however, gave her fivedollars weekly, instead of a dollar and a half as formerly. Now, fivedollars may not seem a very large sum to some of my young readers, butto Mrs. Hoffman it seemed excellent compensation for a week's work. 

"If I could only earn as much every week, " she said to Paul on Saturdayevening, "I should feel quite rich. "

"Your work will last three weeks, mother, and perhaps at the end of thattime some of Mr. Preston's friends may wish to employ you. "

"I hope they will. "

"How much do you think I have made?" continued Paul. 

"Six dollars. "

"Seven dollars and a half. "

"So between us we have earned over twelve dollars. "

"I wish I could earn something, " said little Jimmy, looking up from hisdrawing. 

"There's time enough for that, Jimmy. You are going to be a great artistone of these days. "

"Do you really think I shall?" asked the little boy, wistfully. 

"I think there is a good chance of it. Let me see what you are drawing. "

The picture upon which Jimmy was at work represented a farmer standingupright in a cart, drawn by a sturdy, large-framed horse. The copybore a close resemblance to the original, even in the most difficultportions--the face and expression, both in the man and the horse, beingcarefully reproduced. 

"This is wonderful, Jimmy, " exclaimed Paul, in real surprise. "Didn'tyou find it hard to get the man's face just right?"

"Rather hard, " said Jimmy; "I had to be careful, but I like best theparts where I have to take the most pains. "

"I wish I could afford to hire a teacher for you, " said Paul. "Perhaps, if mother and I keep on earning so much money, we shall be able to sometime. "

By the middle of the next week six of the shirts were finished, andPaul, as had been agreed upon, carried them up to Mr. Preston. He wasfortunate enough to find him at home. 

"I hope they will suit you, " said Paul. 

"I can see that the sewing is excellent, " said Mr. Preston, examiningthem. "As to the fit, I can tell better after I have tried one on. "

"Mother made them just like the one you sent; but if there is anythingwrong, she will, of course, be ready to alter them. "

"If they are just like the pattern, they will be sure to suit me. "

"And now, my young friend, " he added, "let me know how you are gettingon in your own business. "

"I am making a dollar a day, sometimes a little more. "

"That is very good. "

"Yes, sir; but it won't last long. "

"I believe you told me that the stand belonged to some one else. "

"Yes, sir; I am only tending it in his sickness; but he is gettingbetter, and when he gets about again, I shall be thrown out ofbusiness. "

"But you don't look like one who would remain idle long. "

"No, sir; I shall be certain to find something to do, if it is onlyblacking boots. "

"Have you ever been in that business?"

"I've tried about everything, " said Paul, laughing. 

"I suppose you wouldn't enjoy boot-blacking much?"

"No, sir; but I would rather do that than be earning nothing. "

"You are quite right there, and I am glad you have no false shame inthe matter. There are plenty who have. For instance, a stout, broad-shouldered young fellow applied to me thus morning for aclerkship. He said he had come to the city in search of employment, andhad nearly expended all his money without finding anything to do. Itold him I couldn't give him a clerkship, but was in want of a porter. Ioffered him the place at two dollars per day. He drew back, and said heshould not be willing to accept a porter's place. "

"He was very foolish, " said Paul. 

"So I thought. I told him that if such were his feelings, I could nothelp him. Perhaps he may regret his refusal, when he is reduced to hislast penny. By the way, whenever you have to give up your stand, you maycome to me, and I will see what I can do for you. "

"Thank you, sir. "

"And now, about these shirts; I believe I agreed to pay a dollar and aquarter each. "

"Yes, sir. "

"As they are of extra size, I think I ought to pay twelve shillings, instead of ten. "

"My mother thinks herself well paid at ten shillings. "

"There must be a great deal of work about one. Twelve shillings are nonetoo much, " and Mr. Preston placed nine dollars in Paul's hand. 

"Thank you, " said Paul, gratefully. "My mother will consider herselfvery lucky. "

When Mrs. Hoffman received from Paul a dollar and a half more than sheanticipated, she felt in unusually good spirits. She had regretted theloss of her former poorly paid work, but it appeared that her seemingmisfortune had only prepared the way for greater prosperity. The troublewas that it would not last. Still, it would tide over the dull time, andwhen this job was over, she might be able to resume her old employment. At any rate, while the future seemed uncertain, she did not feel likeincreasing her expenditures on account of her increased earnings, butlaid carefully away three-quarters of her receipts to use hereafter incase of need. 

Meanwhile, Paul continued to take care of George Barry's business. Hehad been obliged to renew the stock, his large sales having materiallyreduced it. Twice a week he went up to see his principal to reportsales. George Barry could not conceal the surprise he felt at Paul'ssuccess. 

"I never thought you would do so well, " he said. "You beat me. "

"I suppose it's because I like it, " said Paul. "Then, as I get only halfthe profits, I have to work the harder to make fair wages. "

"It is fortunate for my son that he found you to take his place, "said Mrs. Barry. "He could not afford to lose all the income from hisbusiness. "

"It is a good thing for both of us, " said Paul. "I was looking for a jobjust when he fell sick. "

"What had you been doing before?"

"I was in the prize-package business, but that got played out, and Iwas a gentleman at large, seeking for a light, genteel business thatwouldn't require much capital. "

"I shall be able to take my place pretty soon now, " said the young man. "I might go to-morrow, but mother thinks it imprudent. "

"Better get back your strength first, George, " said his mother, "or youmay fall sick again. "

But her son was impatient of confinement and anxious to get to workagain. So, two days afterward, about the middle of the forenoon, Paulwas surprised by seeing George Barry get out of a Broadway omnibus, justin front of the stand. 

"Can I sell you a necktie, Mr. Barry?" he asked, in a joke. 

"I almost feel like a stranger, " said Barry, "it's so long since I havebeen here. "

"Do you feel strong enough to take charge now?" asked Paul. 

"I am not so strong as I was, and the walk from our rooms would tire me;but I think if I rode both ways for the present I shall be able to getalong. "

"Then you won't need me any longer?"

"I would like to have you stay with me to-day. I don't know how I shallhold out. "

"All right! I'll stop. "

George Barry remained in attendance the rest of the day. He found thathis strength had so far returned that he should be able to manage alonehereafter, and he told Paul so. 

"I am glad you are well again, George, " said Paul. "It must have beendull work staying at home sick. "

"Yes, it was dull; but I felt more comfortable from knowing that youwere taking my place. If I get sick again I will send for you. "

"I hope you won't get sick; but if you do, I will do what I can to helpyou. "

So the two parted on the best of terms. Each had been of service to theother, and neither had cause to complain. 

"Well, " said Paul to himself, "I am out of work again. What shall I goat next?"

It was six o'clock, and there was nothing to be done till the morrow. Hewent slowly homeward, revolving this subject in his mind. He knew thathe need not remain idle. He could black boots, or sell newspapers, ifnothing better offered, and he thought it quite possible that he mightadopt the latter business, for a few days at least. He had not forgottenMr. Preston's injunction to let him know when he got out of business;but, as the second half dozen shirts would be ready in three or fourdays, he preferred to wait till then, and not make a special call on MrPreston. He had considerable independence of feeling, and didn't liketo put himself in the position of one asking a favor, though he had noobjection to accept one voluntarily offered. 

"Well, mother, " he said, entering his humble home, "I am out ofbusiness. "

"Has George recovered, then?"

"Yes, he was at the stand to-day, but wanted me to stay with him tillthis evening. "

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" said Jimmy. 

"Sorry that George has got well? For shame, Jimmy!"

"No, I don't mean that, Paul. I am sorry you are out of work. "

"I shall find plenty to do, Jimmy. Perhaps Mr. Stewart will take me inas senior partner, if I ask him. "

"I don't think he will, " said Jimmy, laughing. 

"Then perhaps I can get a few scholars in drawing. Can't you recommendme?"

"I am afraid not, Paul, unless you have improved a good deal. "

CHAPTER XIV

THE DIAMOND RING

Paul was up betimes the next morning. He had made up his mind for afew days, at least, to sell newspapers, and it was necessary in thisbusiness to begin the day early. He tool a dollar with him and investeda part of it in a stock of dailies. He posted himself in Printing Housesquare, and began to look out for customers. Being an enterprisingboy, he was sure to meet with fair success in any business which heundertook. So it happened that at ten o'clock he had sold out his stockof papers, and realized a profit of fifty cents. 

It was getting late for morning papers, and there was nothing left to dotill the issue of the first edition of the afternoon papers. 

"I'll go down and see how George Barry is getting along, " thought Paul. 

He crossed Broadway and soon reached the familiar stand. 

"How's business, George?" he inquired. 

"Fair, " said Barry. "I've sold four ties. "

"How do you feel?"

"I'm not so strong as I was, yet. I get tired more easily. I don't thinkI shall stay in this business long. "

"You don't? What will you do then?"

"I've got a chance in Philadelphia, or I shall have by the first of themonth. "

"What sort of a chance?"

"Mother got a letter yesterday from a cousin of hers who has a storeon Chestnut street. He offers to take me as a clerk, and give me tendollars a week at first, and more after a while. "

"That's a good offer. I should like to get one like it. "

"I'll tell you what, Paul, you'd better buy out my stand. You know howto sell ties, and can make money. "

"There's only one objection, George. "

"What's that?"

"I haven't got any capital. "

"It don't need much. "

"How much?"

"I'll sell out all my stock at cost price. "

"How much do you think there is?"

"About twenty-five dollars' worth. Then there is the frame, which isworth, say ten dollars, making thirty-five in all. That isn't much. "

"It's more than I've got. I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll take it, andpay you five dollars down and the rest in one month. "

"I would take your offer, Paul, but I need all the money how. It will beexpensive moving to Philadelphia and I shall want all I can get. "

"I wish I could buy you out, " said Paul, thoughtfully. 

"Can't you borrow the money?"

"How soon do you want to give up?"

"It's the seventeenth now. I should like to get rid of it by thetwenty-second. "

"I'll see what I can do. Just keep it for me till to-morrow. "

"All right. "

Paul walked home revolving in his mind this unexpected opportunity. Hehad made, as George Barry's agent, a dollar a day, though he receivedonly half the profits. If he were himself the proprietor, and didequally well, he could make twelve dollars a week. The calculationalmost took away his breath. Twelve dollars a week would make aboutfifty dollars a month. It would enable him to contribute more to thesupport of the family, and save up money besides. But the great problemwas, how to raise the necessary money. If Paul had been a railroadcorporation, he might have issued first mortgage bonds at a high rateof interest, payable in gold, and negotiated them through some leadingbanker. But he was not much versed in financial schemes, and thereforewas at a loss. The only wealthy friend he had was Mr. Preston, and hedid not like to apply to him till he had exhausted other ways and means. 

"What makes you so sober, Paul?" asked his mother, as he entered theroom. "You are home early. "

"Yes, I sold all my papers, and thought I would take an early dinner, soas to be on hand in time for the first afternoon papers. "

"Don't you feel well?"

"Tiptop; but I've had a good offer, and I'm thinking whether I canaccept it. "

"What sort of an offer?"

"George Barry wants to sell out his stand. "

"How much does he ask?"

"Thirty-five dollars. "

"Is it worth that?"

"Yes, it's worth all that, and more, too. If I had it I could make twodollars a day. But I haven't got thirty-five dollars. "

"I can let you have nine, Paul. I had a little saved up, and I haven'ttouched the money Mr. Preston paid me for the shirts. "

"I've got five myself, but that will only make fourteen. "

"Won't he wait for the rest?"

"No, he's going to Philadelphia early next week, and wants the whole incash. "

"It would be a pity to lose such a good chance, " said Mrs. Hoffman. 

"That's what I think. "

"You could soon save up the money on two dollars a day. "

"I could pay for it in a month--I mean, all above the fourteen dollarswe have. "

"In a day or two I shall have finished the second half-dozen shirts, andthen I suppose Mr. Preston will pay me nine dollars more. I could letyou have six dollars of that. "

"That would make twenty. Perhaps George Barry will take that. If hewon't I don't know but I will venture to apply to Mr. Preston. "

"He seems to take an interest in you. Perhaps he would trust you withthe money. "

"I could offer him a mortgage on the stock, " said Paul. 

"If he has occasion to foreclose, he will be well provided withneckties, " said Mrs. Hoffman, smiling. 

"None of which he could wear. I'll tell you what, mother, I shouldlike to pick up a pocketbook in the street, containing, say, twenty ortwenty-five dollars. "

"That would be very convenient, " said his mother; "but I think it willhardly do to depend on such good luck happening to you. By the way, " shesaid, suddenly, "perhaps I can help you, after all. Don't you rememberthat gold ring I picked up in Central Park two years ago?"

"The one you advertised?"

"Yes. I advertised, or, rather, your father did; but we never found anowner for it. "

"I remember it now, mother. Have you got the ring still?"

"I will get it. "

Mrs. Hoffman went to her trunk, and, opening it, produced the ringreferred to. It was a gold ring with a single stone of considerablesize. 

"I don't know how much it is worth, " said Mrs. Hoffman; "but if thering is a diamond, as I think it is, it must be worth as much as twentydollars. "

"Did you ever price it?"

"No, Paul; I have kept it, thinking that it would be something to fallback upon if we should ever be hard pressed. As long as we were able toget along without suffering, I thought I would keep it. Besides, I hadanother feeling. It might belong to some person who prized it very much, and the time might come when we could find the owner. However, that isnot likely after so long a time. So, if you cannot raise the money inany other way, you may sell the ring. "

"I might pawn it for thirty days, mother. By that time I should be ableto redeem it with the profits of my business. "

"I don't think you could get enough from a pawn-broker. "

"I can try, at any rate; but first I will see George Barry, and find outwhether he will take twenty dollars down, and the rest at the end of amonth. "

Paul wrapped up the ring in a piece of paper, and deposited it in hisvest pocket. He waited till after dinner, and then went at once to thenecktie stand, where he made the proposal to George Barry. 

The young man shook his head. 

"I'd like to oblige you, Paul, " he said, "but I must have the money. I have an offer of thirty-two dollars, cash, from another party, and Imust take up with it if I can't do any better. I'd rather sell out toyou, but you know I have to consult my own interest. "

"Of course, George, I can't complain of that. "

"I think you will be able to borrow the money somewhere. "

"Most of my friends are as poor as myself, " said Paul. "Still, I think Ishall be able to raise the money. Only wait for me two days. "

"Yes, Paul, I'll wait that long. I'd like to sell out to you, if onlybecause you have helped me when I was sick. But for you all that wouldhave been lost time. "

"Where there's a will there's a way, George, " said Paul. "I'm bound tobuy your stand and I will raise the money somehow. "

Paul bought a few papers, for he did not like to lose the afternoontrade, and in an hour had sold them all off, realizing a profit oftwenty cents. This made his profits for the day seventy cents. 

"That isn't as well as I used to do, " said Paul to himself, "but perhapsI can make something more by and by. I will go now and see what I canget for the ring. "

As he had determined, he proceeded to a pawnbroker's shop which he hadoften passed. It was on Chatham street, and was kept by an old man, anEnglishman by birth, who, though he lived meanly in a room behind hisshop, was popularly supposed to have accumulated a considerable fortune. 

CHAPTER XV

THE PAWNBROKER'S SHOP

Stuffed behind the counter, and on the shelves of the pawnbroker's shop, were articles in almost endless variety. All was fish that came to hisnet. He was willing to advance on anything that had a marketable value, and which promised to yield him, I was about to say, a fair profit. But a fair profit was far from satisfying the old man. He demanded anextortionate profit from those whom ill-fortune drove to his door forrelief. 

Eliakim Henderson, for that was his name, was a small man, with a baldhead, scattering yellow whiskers, and foxlike eyes. Spiderlike he waitedfor the flies who flew of their own accord into his clutches, and tookcare not to let them go until he had levied a large tribute. When Paulentered the shop, there were three customers ahead of him. One wasa young woman, whose pale face and sunken cheeks showed that shewas waging an unequal conflict with disease. She was a seamstress byoccupation, and had to work fifteen hours a day to earn the little thatwas barely sufficient to keep body and soul together. Confined in herclose little room on the fourth floor, she scarcely dared to snatch timeto look out of the window into the street beneath, lest she shouldnot be able to complete her allotted task. A two days' sickness hadcompelled her to have recourse to Eliakim Henderson. She had under herarm a small bundle covered with an old copy of the Sun. 

"What have you got there?" asked the old man, roughly. "Show it quick, for there's others waiting. "

Meekly she unfolded a small shawl, somewhat faded from long use. 

"What will you give me on that?" she asked, timidly. 

"It isn't worth much. "

"It cost five dollars. "

"Then you got cheated. It never was worth half the money. What do youwant on it?"

The seamstress intended to ask a dollar and a half, but after thisdepreciation she did not venture to name so high a figure. 

"A dollar and a quarter, " she said. 

"A dollar and a quarter!" repeated the old man, shrilly. "Take it homewith you. I don't want it. "

"What will you give?" asked the poor girl, faintly. 

"Fifty cents. Not a penny more. "

"Fifty cents!" she repeated, in dismay, and was about to refold it. Butthe thought of her rent in arrears changed her half-formed intention. 

"I'll take it, sir. "

The money and ticket were handed her, and she went back to her miserableattic-room, coughing as she went. 

"Now, ma'am, " said Eliakim. 

His new customer was an Irish woman, by no means consumptive inappearance, red of face and portly of figure. 

"And what'll ye be givin' me for this?" she asked, displaying a pair ofpantaloons. 

"Are they yours, ma'am?" asked Eliakim, with a chuckle. 

"It's not Bridget McCarty that wears the breeches, " said that lady. "It's me husband's, and a dacent, respectable man he is, barrin' thedrink, which turns his head. What'll ye give for 'em?"

"Name your price, " said Eliakim, whose principle it was to insist uponhis customers making the first offer. 

"Twelve shillin's, " said Bridget. 

"Twelve shillings!" exclaimed Eliakim, holding up both hands. "That'sall they cost when they were new. "

"They cost every cint of five dollars, " said Bridget. "They was made atone of the most fashionable shops in the city. Oh, they was an illigantpair when they was new. "

"How many years ago was that?" asked the pawnbroker. 

"Only six months, and they ain't been worn more'n a month. "

"I'll give you fifty cents. "

"Fifty cints!" repeated Mrs. McCarty, turning to the other customers, as if to call their attention to an offer so out of proportion to thevaluable article she held in her hand. "Only fifty cints for theseilligant breeches! Oh, it's you that's a hard man, that lives on thepoor and the nady. "

"You needn't take it. I should lose money on it, if you didn't redeemit. "

"He says he'd lose money on it, " said Mrs. McCarty. "And suppose he did, isn't he a-rollin' in gold?"

"I'm poor, " said Eliakim; "almost as poor as you, because I'm tooliberal to my customers. "

"Hear till him!" said Mrs. McCarty. "He says he's liberal and onlyoffers fifty cints for these illigant breeches. "

"Will you take them or leave them?" demanded the pawnbroker, impatiently. 

"You may give me the money, " said Bridget; "and it's I that wonder howyou can slape in your bed, when you are so hard on poor folks. "

Mrs. McCarty departed with her money, and Eliakim fixed his sharp eyeson the next customer. It was a tall man, shabbily dressed, with a thin, melancholy-looking face, and the expression of one who had struggledwith the world, and failed in the struggle. 

"How much for this?" he asked, pointing to the violin, and speaking in aslow, deliberate tone, as if he did not feel at home in the language. 

"What do you want for it?"

"Ten dollar, " he answered. 

"Ten dollars! You're crazy!" was the contemptuous comment of thepawnbroker. 

"He is a very good violin, " said the man. "If you would like to hearhim, " and he made a movement as if to play upon it. 

"Never mind!" said Eliakim. "I haven't any time to hear it. If it werenew it would be worth something; but it's old, and----"

"But you do not understand, " interrupted the customer, eagerly. "It isworth much more than new. Do you see, it is by a famous maker? I wouldnot sell him, but I am poor, and my Bettina needs bread. It hurts mevery much to let him go. I will buy him back as soon as I can. "

"I will give you two dollars, but I shall lose on it, unless you redeemit. "

"Two dollar!" repeated the Italian. "Ocielo! it is nothing. But Bettinais at home without bread, poor little one! Will you not give threedollar?"

"Not a cent more. "

"I will take it. "

"There's your money and ticket. "

And with these the poor Italian departed, giving one last lingeringglance at his precious violin, as Eliakim took it roughly and depositedit upon a shelf behind him. But he thought of his little daughter athome, and the means of relief which he held in his hand, and a smileof joy lightened his melancholy features. The future might be dark andunpromising, but for three days, at any rate, she should not want bread. 

Paul's turn came next. 

"What have you got?" asked the pawnbroker. 

Paul showed the ring. 

Eliakim took it, and his small, beadlike eyes sparkled avariciously ashe recognized the diamond, for his experience was such that hecould form a tolerably correct estimate of its value. But hequickly suppressed all outward manifestations of interest, and said, indifferently, "What do you want for it?"

"I want twenty dollars, " said Paul, boldly. 

"Twenty dollars!" returned the pawnbroker. "That's a joke. "

"No, it isn't, " said Paul. "I want twenty dollars, and you can't havethe ring for less. "

"If you said twenty shillings, I might give it to you, " said Eliakim;"but you must think I am a fool to give twenty dollars. "

"That's cheap for a diamond ring, " said Paul. "It's worth a good dealmore. "

The pawnbroker eyed Paul sharply. Did the boy know that it was a diamondring? What chance was there of deceiving him as to its value? The oldman, whose business made him a good judge, decided that the ring was notworth less than two hundred and fifty dollars, and if he could get itinto his possession for a trifle, it would be a paying operation. 

"You're mistaken, boy, " he said. "It's not a diamond. "

"What is it?"

"A very good imitation. "

"How much is it worth?"

"I'll give you three dollars. "

"That won't do. I want to raise twenty dollars, and if I can't get that, I'll keep the ring. "

The pawnbroker saw that he had made a mistake. Paul was not as muchin need of money as the majority of his customers. He would rather paytwenty dollars than lose the bargain, though it went against the grainto pay so much money. But after pronouncing the stone an imitation, howcould he rise much above the offer he had already made? He resolved toapproach it gradually. Surveying it more closely, he said:

"It is an excellent imitation. I will give you five dollars. "

Paul was not without natural shrewdness, and this sudden advanceconvinced him that it was, after all, a real stone. He determined to gettwenty dollars or carry the ring home. 

"Five dollars won't do me any good, " he said. "Give me back the ring. "

"Five dollars is a good deal of money, " said Eliakim. 

"I'd rather have the ring. "

"What is your lowest price?"

"Twenty dollars. "

"I'll give you eight. "

"Just now you said it was worth only three, " said Paul, sharply. 

"It is very fine gold. It is better than I thought. Here is the money. "

"You're a little too fast, " said Paul, coolly. "I haven't agreed to partwith the ring for eight dollars, and I don't mean to. Twenty dollars ismy lowest price. "

"I'll give you ten, " said the old man, whose eagerness increased withPaul's indifference. 

"No, you won't. Give me back the ring. "

"I might give eleven, but I should lose money. "

"I don't want you to lose money, and I've concluded to keep the ring, "said Paul, rightly inferring from the old man's eagerness that the ringwas much more valuable than he had at first supposed. 

But the old pawnbroker was fascinated by the sparkling bauble. Hecould not make up his mind to give it up. By fair means or foul he mustpossess it. He advanced his bid to twelve, fourteen, fifteen dollars, but Paul shook his head resolutely. He had made up his mind to carryit to Ball & Black's, or some other first-class jewelers, and ascertainwhether it was a real diamond or not, and if so to obtain an estimate ofits value. 

"I've changed my mind, " he said. "I'll keep the ring. Just give it backto me. "

CHAPTER XVI

THE JEWELER'S PRICE

But to give it back was not Eliakim's intention. Should he buy it attwenty dollars, he would make at least two hundred, and such bargainswere not to be had every day. He decided to give Paul his price. 

"I will give you twenty dollars, " he said; "but it is more than the ringis worth. "

"I have concluded not to take twenty dollars, " said Paul. "You may giveit back. "

"You agreed to take twenty dollars, " said Eliakim, angrily. 

"That was when I first came in. You said you wouldn't give it. "

"I have changed my mind. "

"So have I, " said Paul. "You had a chance to get it, but now it's toolate. "

Eliakim was deeply disappointed. Generally he had his own way with hiscustomers, who, being in urgent need of money, were obliged to acceptsuch terms as he chose to offer. But now the tables were turned, and Paul proved more than a match for him. He resolved to attemptintimidation. 

"Boy, where did you get this ring?" he asked, in a significant tone. 

"Honestly, " said Paul. "That's all you need to know. "

"I don't believe it, " said the old man, harshly. "I believe you stoleit. "

"You may believe what you like, but you must give it back to me, " saidPaul, coolly. 

"I've a great mind to call a policeman, " said Eliakim. 

"If you did, " said Paul, "I'd tell him that you were anxious to getthe ring, though you believed it to be stolen. Perhaps he might havesomething to say to you. "

Eliakim perceived the force of Paul's argument, for in law the receiverof stolen goods is as bad as the thief, and there had been occasionswhen the pawnbroker had narrowly escaped punishment for thus indirectlyconniving at theft. 

"If you say you got it honestly, I'll buy it of you, " he said, changinghis tune. "What will you take?"

"I don't care about selling to-day, " answered Paul. 

"I'll give you twenty-five dollars. "

"I can't sell without consulting my mother. It belongs to her. "

Reluctantly Eliakim gave back the ring, finding his wiles of no effect. 

"Bring your mother round to-morrow, " he said. "I'll give you a betterprice than you will get anywhere else. "

"All right, " said Paul. "I'll tell her what you say. "

The old pawnbroker followed Paul with wistful glances, vainly wishingthat he had not at first depreciated the ring to such an extent, thathis subsequent advances had evidently excited his customer's suspicionthat it was more valuable than he supposed. He felt that he had lost itthrough not understanding the character of the boy with whom he had todeal. 

"Well, Paul, what news of the ring?" asked Mrs. Hoffman, as here-entered the room. 

"I was offered twenty-five dollars for it, " said Paul. 

"Did you sell it?"

"No, mother. "

"Why not?" asked Jimmy. "Twenty-five dollars is a lot of money. "

"I know it, " said Paul; "but the ring is worth a great deal more. "

"What makes you think so, Paul?"

"Because the offer was made by a pawnbroker, who never pays quarter whatan article is worth. I am sure the ring is worth a hundred dollars. "

"Yes, I am sure it is worth all that. "

"A hundred dollars!" repeated Jimmy, awestruck at the magnitude of thesum. 

"What shall we do about it, Paul?" asked his mother. "A hundred dollarswill do us more good than the ring. "

"I know that, mother. What I propose is, to carry it to Ball & Black's, or Tiffany's, and sell it for whatever they say it is worth. They arefirst-class houses, and we can depend upon fair treatment. "

"Your advice is good, Paul. I think we will follow it. When will yougo?"

"I will go at once. I have nothing else to do, and I would like to findout as soon as I can how much it will bring. Old Henderson wanted meto think, at first, that it was only imitation, and offered me twentyshillings on it. He's an old cheat. When he found that I wasn't to behumbugged, he raised his offer by degrees to twenty-five dollars. Thatwas what made me suspect its value. "

"If you get a hundred dollars, Paul, " said Jimmy, "you can buy out thestand. "

"That depends on whether mother will lend me the money, " said Paul. "Youknow it's hers. She may not be willing to lend without security. "

"I am so unaccustomed to being a capitalist, " said Mrs. Hoffman, smiling, "that I shan't know how to sustain the character. I don't thinkI shall be afraid to trust you, Paul. "

Once more, with the ring carefully wrapped in a paper and deposited inhis pocketbook, Paul started uptown. Tiffany, whose fame as a jeweleris world-wide, was located on Broadway. He had not yet removed to hispresent magnificent store on Union Square. 

Paul knew the store, but had never entered it. Now, as he entered, hewas struck with astonishment at the sight of the immense and costlystock, unrivaled by any similar establishment, not only in the UnitedStates, but in Europe. Our hero walked up to the counter, and stoodbeside a richly-dressed lady who was bargaining for a costly bracelet. He had to wait ten minutes while the lady was making her choice from anumber submitted to her for inspection. Finally she selected one, andpaid for it. The clerk, now being at leisure, turned to our hero andasked:--

"Well, young man, what can I do for you?"

"I have a ring which I should like to show you. I want to know how muchit is worth. "

"Very well. Let me see it. "

When Paul produced the diamond ring, the clerk, who had long been in thebusiness, and perceived its value at once, started in surprise. 

"This is a very valuable ring, " he said. 

"So I thought, " said Paul. "How much is it worth?"

"Do you mean how much should we ask for it?"

"No; how much would you give for it?"

"Probably two hundred and fifty dollars. " Paul was quite startled onfinding the ring so much more valuable than he had supposed. He hadthought it might possibly be worth a hundred dollars; but he had notimagined any rings were worth as much as the sum named. 

"Will you buy it of me?" he asked. 

The clerk regarded Paul attentively, and, as he thought, a littlesuspiciously. 

"Does the ring belong to you?" he asked. 

"No, to my mother. "

"Where did she buy it?"

"She didn't buy it at all. She found it one day at Central Park. Itbelongs to her now. She advertised for an owner, and examined the papersto see if it was advertised as lost, but could hear nothing of the oneto whom it belonged. "

"How long ago was this?"

"Two years ago. "

"I will show this ring to Mr. Tiffany, " said the clerk. 

"Very well. "

Paul took a seat and waited. 

Soon Mr. Tiffany came up. 

"Are you the boy who brought in the ring?" he asked. 

"Yes, sir. "

"You say your mother found it two years ago in Central Park?"

"Yes, sir. "

"It is a valuable ring. I should be willing to buy it for two hundredand fifty dollars, if I were quite certain that you had a right todispose of it. "

"I have told you the truth, Mr. Tiffany, " said Paul, a little nettled athaving his word doubted. 

"That may be, but there is still a possibility that the original ownermay turn up. "

"Won't you buy it, then?" asked Paul, disappointed, for, if he wereunable to dispose of the ring, he would have to look elsewhere for themeans of buying out Barry's street stand. 

"I don't say that; but I should want a guaranty of indemnity againstloss, in case the person who lost it should present a claim. "

"In that case, " said Paul, "I would give you back the money you paidme. "

Mr. Tiffany smiled. 

"But suppose the money were all spent, " he suggested. "I suppose you areintending to use the money?"

"I am going to start in business with it, " said Paul, "and I hope to addto it. "

"Every one thinks so who goes into business; but some get disappointed. You see, my young friend, that I should incur a risk. Remember, Idon't know you. I judge from your appearance that you are honest; butappearances are sometimes deceitful. "

"Then I suppose you won't buy it?" said Paul, who saw the force of thisremark. 

"If you can bring here any responsible gentleman who knows you, and iswilling to guarantee me against loss in the event of the owner's beingfound I will buy the ring for two hundred and fifty dollars. "

Paul brightened up. He thought at once of Mr. Preston, and, from thefriendly interest which that gentleman appeared to take in him, hejudged that he would not refuse him this service. 

"I think I can do that, " he said. "Do you know Mr. Andrew Preston? He isa wealthy gentleman, who lives on Madison avenue, between Thirty-fourthand Thirty-fifth streets. "

"Not personally. I know him by reputation. "

"Will he be satisfactory?"

"Entirely so. "

"He knows me well, " said Paul. "I think he will be willing to standsecurity for me. I will come back in a day or two. "

Paul took the ring, and left the store. He determined to call thatevening on Mr. Preston, and ask the favor indicated. 

CHAPTER XVII

MR. FELIX MONTGOMERY

Paul had an errand farther uptown, and, on leaving Tiffany's walked upas far as Twenty-third street. Feeling rather tired, he got on board aUniversity place car to return. They had accomplished, perhaps, half thedistance, when, to his surprise, George Barry entered the car. 

"How do you happen to be here, at this time, Barry?" he asked. "Ithought you were attending to business. "

"I closed up for a couple of hours, having an errand at home. Where haveyou been?"

"To Tiffany's. "

"What, the jewelers?"

"Yes. "

"To buy a diamond ring, I suppose, " said Barry, jocosely. 

"No--not to buy, but to sell one. "

"You are joking, " said his companion, incredulously. 

"No, I am not. The ring belongs to my mother. I am trying to raise moneyenough on it to buy you out. "

"I didn't know your mother was rich enough to indulge in such expensivejewelry. "

"She isn't, and that's the reason I am trying to sell it. "

"I mean, I didn't think she was ever rich enough. "

"I'll explain it, " said Paul. "The ring was found some time since inCentral Park. As no owner has ever appeared, though we advertised it, weconsider that it belongs to us. "

"How much is it worth?"

"Mr. Tiffany offered two hundred and fifty dollars for it. "

Barry uttered an exclamation of surprise. 

"Well, that is what I call luck. Of course, you accepted it. "

"I intend to do so; but I must bring some gentleman who will guaranteethat I am all right and have the right to sell it. "

"Can you do that?"

"I think so! I am going to ask Mr. Preston. I think he will do me thatfavor. "

"Then there's a fair chance of your buying me out. "

"Yes. I guess I can settle the whole thing up to-morrow. "

"Have you got the ring with you?"

"Yes. "

"I should like to see it, if you have no objection. "

Paul drew it from his pocket, and passed it over to Barry. 

"It's a handsome one, but who would think such a little thing could beworth two hundred and fifty dollars?"

"I'd rather have the money than the ring. "

"So would I. "

On the right of Paul sat a man of about forty, well-dressed andrespectable in appearance, with a heavy gold chain ostentatiouslydepending from his watch pocket, and with the air of a substantialcitizen. He listened to the conversation between Barry and Paul withevident interest, and when Barry had returned the ring, he said:

"Young gentleman, would you be kind enough to let me look at yourring? I am myself in business as a jeweler in Syracuse, and so feel aninterest in examining it. "

"Certainly, sir, " said Paul, the stranger's explanation of his motivesinspiring him with perfect confidence. 

The jeweler from Syracuse took the ring in his hands and appeared toexamine it carefully. 

"This is a handsome ring, " he said, "and one of great value. How muchwere you offered for it at Tiffany's?"

"Two hundred and fifty dollars. "

"It is worth more. "

"Yes, I suppose so, " said Paul; "but he has to sell it, and make aprofit. "

"He could do that, and yet make a profit. I will pay you two hundred andseventy-five dollars, myself--that is, on one condition. "

"I don't object to getting twenty-five dollars more, " said Paul. "Whatis the condition?"

"I have an order from a gentleman for a diamond ring for a younglady--an engagement ring, in short. If this suits him, as I think itwill, I will pay you what I said. I can easily get three hundred andtwenty-five from him. "

"How are you going to find out whether it will suit him?"

"Easily. He is stopping at the same hotel with me. "

"What hotel is that?"

"Lovejoy's. If you can spare the time and will come with me now, wecan arrange matters at once. By the way, you can refer me to someresponsible citizen, who will guarantee you. Not, of course, that I haveany doubts, but we business men are forced to be cautious. "

Paul mentioned Mr. Preston's name. 

"Quite satisfactory, " answered the jeweler. "I know Mr. Prestonpersonally, and as I am pressed for time, I will accept his name withoutcalling upon him. What is your name?"

"Paul Hoffman. "

"I will note it down. "

The gentleman from Syracuse drew out a memorandum book, in which heentered Paul's name. 

"When you see Mr. Preston, just mention my name; Felix Montgomery. "

"I will do so. "

"Say, if you please, that I would have called upon him, but, coming tothe city strictly on business, was too hurried to do so. "

This also Paul promised, and counted himself fortunate in falling inwith a friend, or, at all events, acquaintance of Mr. Preston, since hewas likely to make twenty-five dollars more than he would otherwise havedone. 

When he got out of the car at the Astor House, the stranger said:

"It will be half an hour before I can reach Lovejoy's, as I have abusiness call to make first. Can you call there, say, in three-quartersof an hour?"

"Yes, sir. "

"Very well, then, I will expect you. Inquire for me at the desk, and askthe servant to conduct you to my room--you remember my name?"

"Yes, sir--Mr. Felix Montgomery. "

"Quite right. Good-by, then, till we meet. "

Mr. Felix Montgomery went into the Astor House, and remained about fiveminutes. He then came out on the steps, and, looking about him to seeif Paul was anywhere near, descended the steps, and walked across toLovejoy's Hotel. Going up to the desk, he inquired:

"Can you accommodate me with a room?"

"Yes, sir; please enter your name. "

The stranger entered his name with a flourish, as Felix Montgomery, Syracuse. 

"Room No. 237, " said the clerk; "will you go up now?"

"Yes, I think so. "

"Any luggage?"

"My trunk will be brought from the St. Nicholas in the course of theafternoon. "

"We require payment in advance where there is no luggage. "

"Very well. I will pay for one day. I am not sure but I shall getthrough my business in time to go away to-morrow. "

Here the servant appeared to conduct Mr. Montgomery to his room. 

"By the way, " he said, turning back, as if it were an afterthought, "Idirected a boy to call here for me in about half an hour. When he comesyou may send him up to my room. "

"Very well, sir. "

Mr. Montgomery followed the servant upstairs to room No. 237. It wasrather high up, but he seemed well pleased that this was the case. 

"Hope you won't get tired of climbing, sir, " said the servant. 

"No--I've got pretty good wind. "

"Most gentlemen complain of going up so far. "

"It makes little difference to me. "

At length they reached the room, and Mr. Montgomery entered. 

"This will answer very well, " he said, with a hasty glance about him. "When my trunk comes, I want it sent up. "

"Yes, sir. "

"I believe that is all; you can go. "

The servant retired and Mr. Felix Montgomery sat down upon the bed. 

"My little plot seems likely to succeed, " he said to himself. "I've beenout of luck lately, but this boy's ring will give me a lift. He can'tsuspect anything. He'll be sure to come. "

Probably the reader has already suspected that Mr. Felix Montgomerywas not a jeweler from Syracuse, nor had he any claim to the name underwhich he at present figured. He was a noted confidence man, who lived bypreying upon the community. His appearance was in his favor, and it washis practice to assume the dress and air of a respectable middle-agedcitizen, as in the present instance. The sight of the diamond ring hadexcited his cupidity, and he had instantly formed the design of gettingpossession of it, if possible. Thus far, his plan promised success. 

Meanwhile, Paul loitered away the time in the City Hall Park for halfan hour or more. He did not care to go home until his negotiation wascomplete, and he could report the ring sold, and carry home the money. 

"Won't mother be astonished, " he thought, "at the price I got for thering? I'm in luck this morning. "

When the stipulated time had passed, Paul rose from the bench on whichhe was seated, and walked to Lovejoy's Hotel, not far distant. 

"Has Mr. Felix Montgomery a room here?" he asked. 

"Yes, " answered the clerk. "Did you wish to see him?"

"Yes, sir. "

"He mentioned that a boy would call by appointment. Here, James, showthis boy up to No. 237--Mr. Montgomery's room. "

A hotel servant appeared, and Paul followed him up several flights ofstairs till they stood before No. 237. 

"This is the room, sir, " said James. "Wait a minute, and I'll knock. "

In answer to the knock, Mr. Montgomery himself opened the door. 

"Come in, " he said to Paul; "I was expecting you. "

So Paul, not suspecting treachery, entered No. 237. 

CHAPTER XVIII

A CLEVER THIEF

"Take a seat, " said Mr. Montgomery. "My friend will be in directly. Meanwhile will you let me look at the ring once more?"

Paul took it from his pocket, and handed it to the jeweler fromSyracuse, as he supposed him to be. 

Mr. Montgomery took it to the window, and appeared to be examining itcarefully. 

He stood with his back to Paul, but this did not excite suspicion on thepart of our hero. 

"I am quite sure, " he said, still standing with his back to Paul, "thatthis will please my friend. From the instructions he gave me, it isprecisely what he wanted. "

While uttering these words, he had drawn a sponge and a vial ofchloroform from his side pocket. He saturated the former from the vial, and then, turning quickly, seized Paul, too much taken by surprise tomake immediate resistance, and applied the sponge to his nose. When herealized that foul play was meditated, he began to struggle, but hewas in a firm grasp, and the chloroform was already beginning to doits work. His head began to swim, and he was speedily in a state ofinsensibility. When this was accomplished, Mr. Felix Montgomery, eyeingthe insensible boy with satisfaction, put on his hat, walked quicklyto the door, which he locked on the outside, and made his way rapidlydownstairs. Leaving the key at the desk, he left the hotel anddisappeared. 

Meanwhile Paul slowly recovered consciousness. As he came to himself, he looked about him bewildered, not at first comprehending where he was. All at once it flashed upon him, and he jumped up eagerly and rushed tothe door. He tried in vain to open it. 

"I am regularly trapped!" he thought, with a feeling of mingled angerand vexation. "What a fool I was to let myself be swindled so easily! Iwonder how long I have been lying here insensible?"

Paul was not a boy to give up easily. He meant to get back the ring ifit was a possible thing. The first thing was, of course, to get out ofhis present confinement. He was not used to hotel arrangements and neverthought of the bell, but, as the only thing he could think of, began topound upon the door. But it so happened that at this time there were noservants on that floor, and his appeals for help were not heard. Everymoment that he had to wait seemed at least five, for no doubt the manwho had swindled him was improving the time to escape to a place ofsafety. Finding that his blows upon the door produced no effect, hebegan to jump up and down upon the floor, making, in his heavy boots, aconsiderable noise. 

The room directly under No. 237 was occupied by an old gentleman of avery nervous and irascible temper, Mr. Samuel Piper, a country merchant, who, having occasion to be in the city on business for a few days, hadput up at Lovejoy's Hotel. He had fatigued himself by some businesscalls, and was now taking a little rest upon the bed, when he wasaroused from half-sleep by the pounding overhead. 

"I wish people would have the decency to keep quiet, " he said tohimself, peevishly. "How can I rest with such a confounded racket goingon above!"

He lay back, thinking the noise would cease, but Paul, finding theknocking on the door ineffectual, began to jump up and down, as I havealready said. Of course this noise was heard distinctly in the roombelow. 

"This is getting intolerable!" exclaimed Mr. Piper, becoming more andmore excited. "The man ought to be indicted as a common nuisance. How they can allow such goings-on in a respectable hotel, I can'tunderstand. I should think the fellow was splitting wood upstairs. "

He took his cane, and, standing on the bed, struck it furiously againstthe ceiling, intending it as signal to the man above to desist. ButPaul, catching the response, began to jump more furiously than ever, finding that he had attracted attention. 

Mr. Piper became enraged. 

"The man must be a lunatic or overcome by drink, " he exclaimed. "I can'tand I won't stand it. "

But the noise kept on. 

Mr. Piper put on his shoes and his coat, and, seizing his cane, emergedupon the landing. He espied a female servant just coming upstairs. 

"Here, you Bridget, or Nancy, or whatever your name is, " he roared, "there's a lunatic upstairs, making a tremendous row in the room overmine. If you don't stop him I'll leave the hotel. Hear him now!"

Bridget let fall her duster in fright. 

"Is it a crazy man?" she asked. 

"Of course he must be. I want you to go up and stop him. "

"Is it me that would go near a crazy man?" exclaimed Bridget, horror-struck; "I wouldn't do it for a million dollars; no, I wouldn't. "

"I insist upon your going up, " said Mr. Piper, irritably. "He must bestopped. Do you think I am going to stand such an infernal thumping overmy head?"

"I wouldn't do it if you'd go down on your knees to me, " said Bridget, fervently. 

"Come along, I'll go with you. "

But the terrified girl would not budge. 

"Then you go down and tell your master there's a madman up here. If youdon't, I will. "

This Bridget consented to do; and, going downstairs, gave a not verycoherent account of the disturbance. Three male servants came back withher. 

"Is that the man?" asked the first, pointing to Mr. Piper, who certainlylooked half wild with irritation. 

"Yes, " said Bridget, stupidly. 

Immediately Mr. Piper found himself pinioned on either side by a stoutservant. 

"What have you been kickin' up a row for?" demanded the first. 

"Let me alone, or I'll have the law take care of you, " screamed theoutraged man. "Can't you hear the fellow that's making the racket?"

Paul, tired with thumping, had desisted for a moment, but now hadrecommenced with increased energy. The sounds could be distinctly heardon the floor below. 

"Excuse me, sir. I made a mistake, " said the first speaker, releasinghis hold. "We'll go up and see what's the matter. "

So the party went upstairs, followed at a distance by Bridget, who, influenced alike by fear and curiosity, did not know whether to go up orretreat. 

The sounds were easily traced to room No. 237. In front of this, therefore, the party congregated. 

"What's the matter in there?" asked James, the first servant, puttinghis lips to the keyhole. 

"Yes, " chimed in Mr. Piper, irritably; "what do you mean by such aninfernal hubbub?"

"Open the door, and let me out, " returned Paul, eagerly. 

The party looked at each other in surprise. They did not expect to findthe desperate maniac a boy. 

"Perhaps there's more than one of them, " suggested the second servant, prudently. 

"Why don't you come out yourself?" asked James. "I am locked in. "

The door was opened with a passkey and Paul confronted the party. 

"Now, young man, what do you mean by making such a disturbance?"demanded Mr. Piper, excitably. "My room is just below, and I expectedevery minute you would come through. "

"I am sorry if I disturbed you, sir, " said Paul, politely; "but it wasthe only way I could attract attention. "

"How came you locked up here?"

"Yes, " chimed in James, suspiciously, "how came you locked up here?"

"I was drugged with chloroform, and locked in, " said Paul. 

"Who did it?"

"Mr. Felix Montgomery; or that's what he called himself. I came here byappointment to meet him. "

"What did he do that for?"

"He has carried off a diamond ring which I came up here to sell him. "

"A very improbable story, " said Mr. Piper, suspiciously. "What shouldsuch a boy have to do with a diamond ring?"

Nothing is easier than to impart suspicion. Men are prone to believeevil of each other; and Paul was destined to realize this. The hotelservants, ignorant and suspicious, caught the suggestion. 

"It's likely he's a' thafe, " said Bridget, from a safe distance. 

"If I were, " said Paul, coolly, "I shouldn't be apt to call yourattention by such a noise. I can prove to you that I am telling thetruth. I stopped at the office, and the bookkeeper sent a servant toshow me up here. "

"If this is true, " said Mr. Piper, "why, when you found yourself lockedin, didn't you ring the bell, instead of making such a confoundedracket? My nerves won't get over it for a week. "

"I didn't think of the bell, " said Paul; "I am not much used to hotels. "

"What will we do with him?" asked James, looking to Mr. Piper forcounsel. 

"You'd better take him downstairs, and see if his story is correct, "said the nervous gentleman, with returning good sense. 

"I'll do it, " said James, to whom the very obvious suggestion seemedmarked by extraordinary wisdom, and he grasped Paul roughly by the arm. 

"You needn't hold me, " said our hero, shaking off the grasp. "I haven'tany intention of running away. I want to find out, if I can, what hasbecome of the man that swindled me. "

James looked doubtfully at Mr. Piper. 

"I don't think he means to run away, " said that gentleman. "I begin tothink his story is correct. And hark you, my young friend, if you everget locked up in a hotel room again, just see if there is a bell beforeyou make such a confounded racket. "

"Yes, sir, I will, " said Paul, half-smiling; "but I'll take care not toget locked up again. It won't be easy for anybody to play that trick onme again. "

The party filed downstairs to the office and Paul told his story to thebookkeeper. 

"Have you seen Mr. Montgomery go out?" asked our hero. 

"Yes, he went out half an hour ago, or perhaps more. He left his key atthe desk, but said nothing. He seemed to be in a hurry. "

"You didn't notice in what direction he went?"

"No. "

Of course no attempt was made to detain Paul. There could be no caseagainst him. He went out of the hotel, and looked up and down Broadwayin a state of indecision. He did not mean to sit down passively andsubmit to the swindle. But he had no idea in what direction to searchfor Mr. Felix Montgomery. 

CHAPTER XIX

PAUL DELIBERATES

Paul stood in the street irresolute. He looked hopelessly up and downBroadway, but of course the jeweler from Syracuse was not to be seen. Seeking for him in a city containing hundreds of streets and millionsof inhabitants was about as discouraging as hunting for a needle in ahaystack. But difficult as it was, Paul was by no means ready to giveup the search. Indeed, besides the regret he felt at the loss, he wasmortified at having been so easily outwitted. 

"He's taken me in just as if I was a country boy, " thought Paul. "I daresay he's laughing at me now. I'd like to get even with him. "

Finally he decided to go to Tiffany's, and ask them to detain any onewho might bring in the ring and offer it for sale. He at once acted uponthis thought, and, hailing a Broadway stage, for no time was to be lost, soon reached his destination. Entering the store, he walked up to thecounter and addressed the clerk to whom he had before shown the ring. 

"Do you remember my offering you a diamond ring for sale this morning?"he asked. 

"Yes, I remember it very well. Have you got it with you?"

"No, it has been stolen from me. "

"Indeed! How was that?" asked the clerk, with interest. 

"I met in the cars a well-dressed man, who called himself a jeweler fromSyracuse. He examined the ring, and offered me more than Mr. Tiffany, but asked me to bring it to him at Lovejoy's Hotel. When I got there, hedrugged me with chloroform, and when I recovered he was gone. "

"You have been unlucky. There are plenty of such swindlers about. Youshould have been careful about displaying the ring before strangers. "

"I was showing it to a friend. "

"Have you notified the police?"

"Not yet. I came here to let you know, because I thought the thief mightbring it in here to sell. "

"Very likely. Give me a description of him. "

Paul described Mr. Felix Montgomery to the best of his ability. 

"I think I should know him from your description. I will speak to Mr. Tiffany, and he will no doubt give orders to detain any person who mayoffer the ring for sale. "

"Thank you. "

"If you will give me your address, we will notify you in case the ringis brought in. "

Paul left his address, and went out of the store, feeling that he hadtaken one step toward the recovery of his treasure. He next visited thepolice headquarters, and left a detailed description of the man who hadrelieved him of the ring and of the circumstances attending the robbery. Then he went home. 

His mother looked up as he entered. 

"Well, Paul?" she said, inquiringly. 

"I've got bad news, mother, " he said. 

"What is it? Tell me quick!" she said, nervously. 

"The ring has been stolen from me. "

"How did it happen, Paul?"

"First, I must tell you how much the ring is worth. I went up toTiffany's, and showed the ring to Mr. Tiffany himself. He told methat he would give me two hundred and fifty dollars for it, if I wouldsatisfy him that I had a right to sell it. "

"Two hundred and fifty dollars!" repeated Mrs. Hoffman, in amazement. 

"Yes, the diamond is very large and pure. "

"Two hundred and fifty dollars would be a great help to us. "

"Yes, mother, that is what makes me feel so bad about being swindled outof it. "

"Tell me how it happened. Is there no chance of recovering it?"

"A little. I shall do what I can. I have already notified the police, and Mr. Tiffany. "

"You have not told me yet how you lost it. "

When Paul had told the story, his mother asked, "Did you mention it inthe cars that you had offered it at Tiffany's?"

"Yes, and I mentioned his offer. "

"Perhaps the thief would be cautious about going there, for that veryreason. He might think the ring would be recognized. "

"He would go to a large place, thinking that so valuable a ring would bemore readily purchased there. "

"He might go to Ball & Black's. "

"That is true. "

"It would be well to give notice there also. "

"I will go up there at once. I only wish I could meet Mr. FelixMontgomery; I don't think he would find it so easy to outreach me asecond time. "

"Take some dinner first, Paul. "

"Then I must hurry it down, mother; I don't want to run the riskof getting too late to Ball & Black's. I can't help thinking what asplendid thing it would be if we had the two hundred and fifty dollars. I would buy out Barry's stand, and I would get a sewing-machine for you, and we could live much more comfortably. It makes me mad to think I letthat villain take me in so! He must think me jolly green. "

"Anybody might have been deceived, Paul. You mustn't blame yourself toomuch for that. "

Leaving Paul on his way to Ball & Black's, we return to Mr. FelixMontgomery, as we shall continue to call him, though he had no right tothe name. After stupefying Paul, as already described, he made his waydownstairs, and, leaving his key at the desk, went out. 

"I hope my young friend will enjoy himself upstairs, " he chuckled tohimself. "He's quite welcome to the use of the room till to-morrowmorning. It's paid for in advance, and I don't think I shall find itconvenient to stop there. "

He took the ring from his vest pocket and glanced at it furtively. 

"It's a beauty, " he murmured, complacently. "I never saw a handsomerring of the size. What was it the boy said he was offered for it? Twohundred and fifty dollars! That'll give me a lift, and it doesn't comeany too soon. My money is pretty low. "

He walked across the City Hall Park, and at Barclay street entered aUniversity place car. 

"Evenin' paper, mister?" said a ragged newsboy, whose garments wereconstructed on the most approved system of ventilation. 

"What have you got?"

"Evenin' Post, Mail, Express!"

"Give me an Express. Here's ten cents. "

"I haven't got but three cents change, mister. "

"Never mind the change, " said Mr. Montgomery, in a fit of temporarygenerosity, occasioned by his good luck. 

"Thank you, sir, " said the newsboy, regarding Mr. Montgomery as aphilanthropist worthy of his veneration. 

Felix Montgomery leaned back in his seat, and, with a benevolent smile, ran his eyes over the columns of the Express. Among the paragraphswhich attracted his attention was one relating to a comrade, of similarprofession, who had just been arrested in Albany while in the act ofrelieving a gentleman of his pocketbook. 

"Jerry always was a bungler, " said Mr. Montgomery, complacently, tohimself. "He can't hold a candle to me. I flatter myself that I know howto manage a little affair, like this, for instance, as well as the nextman. It'll take a sharp detective to lay hold of me. "

It might have been thought that the manner in which he had gainedpossession of the ring would have troubled Mr. Montgomery, but it wasmany years since he had led an honest life. He had made a living byoverreaching others, and his conscience had become so blunted as tooccasion him little trouble. He appeared to think that the world owedhim a living, and that he was quite justified in collecting the debt inany way he could. 

About twenty minutes brought the car to Amity street and Mr. Montgomerysignaled the conductor, and, the car being stopped, he got out. 

He walked a few rods in a westerly direction, and paused before athree-story brick house, which appeared to have seen better days. 

It was now used as a boarding, or rather lodging-house. The guests werenot of a very high character, the landlady not being particular as longas her rent was paid regularly. Mr. Montgomery ascended the steps ina jaunty way, and, opening the door with a passkey, ascended the frontstaircase. He paused before a room on the third floor, and knocked in apeculiar manner. 

The door was opened by a tall woman, in rather neglected attire. 

"So you're back, " she said. 

"Yes, my dear, home again. As the poet says, 'There is no place likehome. '"

"I should hope there wasn't, " said Mrs. Montgomery, looking about herdisdainfully. "A very delightful home it makes with such a charmingprospect of the back yard. I've been moping here all day. "

"You've found something to console you, I see, " said her husband, glancing at the table, on which might be seen a bottle of brandy, half-emptied, and a glass. 

"Yes, " said Mrs. Montgomery; "I felt so bad I had to send out forsomething. It took every cent I had. And, by the way, Mrs. Flagg sent inher bill, this morning, for the last two weeks' board; she said she musthave it. "

"My dear, " said Mr. Montgomery, "she shall have it. "

"You don't mean to say you've got the money, Tony!" exclaimed his wife, in surprise. 

"No, I haven't got the money; but I've got what's just as good. "

"What have you got?"

"What do you say to this?" and Mr. Montgomery drew from his pocket thediamond ring, whose loss was so deeply felt by our hero. 

"Is that genuine?" asked the lady. 

"It's the real thing. "

"What a beauty! Where did you get it?"

"It was kindly presented me by a young man of the tender age of fifteenor thereabouts, who had no further use for it. "

"You did him out of it, that is. Tell me how you did it. "

Mr. Montgomery told the story. His wife listened with interest andappreciation. 

"That was a smart operation, Tony, " she said. 

"I should say it was, Maria. "

"How much is the ring worth?"

"Two hundred and fifty dollars. "

"Can you get that for it?"

"I can get that for it. "

"Tony, you are a treasure. "

"Have you just found that out, my dear?"

CHAPTER XX

THE THIEF IN DISGUISE

It will be inferred, from the preceding conversation, that Mrs. Montgomery was not likely to be shocked by the lack of honesty in herhusband. Her conscience was as elastic as his; and she was perfectlywilling to help him spend his unlawful gains. 

"How soon are you going to sell the ring?" she asked. 

"I should like to dispose of it at once, Maria. "

"You will need to. Mrs. Flagg wants her bill paid at once. "

"I quite understand the necessity of promptness, my dear. Only, youknow, one has to be cautious about disposing of articles obtained inthis way. "

"You say you left the boy locked up. It seems to me, you'd better sellthe ring before he has a chance to get out and interfere. "

"I don't know but you're right, my dear. Well, we'll get ready. "

"Do you want me to go with you?"

"Yes; it will disarm suspicion if you are with me. I think I'll go as acountry parson. "

"Country parsons are not apt to have diamond rings to dispose of. "

"Very true, my dear. The remark does credit to your good judgment andpenetration. But I know how to get over that. "

"As how?"

"Be a little more particular about your speech, my dear. Remember, youare a minister's wife, and must use refined expressions. What is easierthan to say that the ring was given me by a benevolent lady of mycongregation, to dispose of for the benefit of the poor?"

"Well thought of, Tony. You've got a good head-piece. "

"You're right, my dear. I don't like to indulge in self-praise, but Ibelieve I know a thing or two. And now for the masquerade. Where are theduds?"

"In the black trunk. "

"Then we'd better lose no time in putting them on. "

Without describing the process of transformation in detail, it will besufficient to say that the next twenty minutes wrought a decided changein the appearance of Mr. And Mrs. Felix Montgomery. The former wasarrayed in a suit of canonical black, not of the latest cut. A whiteneckcloth was substituted for the more gaudy article worn by the jewelerfrom Syracuse, and a pair of silver-bowed spectacles, composed of plainglass, lent a scholarly air to his face. His hair was combed behind hisears, and, so far as appearance went, he quite looked the character of aclergyman from the rural districts. 

"How will I do, my dear?" he asked, complacently. 

"Tiptop, " answered the lady. "How do I look?"

Mrs. Montgomery had put on a dress of sober tint, and scantcircumference, contrasting in a marked manner with the mode thenprevailing. A very plain collar encircled her neck. Her hands wereincased in brown silk gloves, while her husband wore black kids. Her bonnet was exceedingly plain, and her whole costume was almostQuaker-like in its simplicity. 

Her husband surveyed her with satisfaction. 

"My dear, " he said, "you are a fitting helpmeet for the Rev. Mr. Barnes, of Hayfield Centre. By Jove, you do me credit!"

"'By Jove' is not a proper expression for a man of your profession, Mr. Barnes, " said the new minister's wife, with a smile. 

"You are right, my dear. I must eschew profanity, and cultivate adecorous style of speech. Well, are we ready?"

"I am. "

"Then let us set forth on our pilgrimage. We will imagine, Mrs. Barnes, that we are about to make some pastoral calls. "

They emerged into the street. On the way downstairs they met Mrs. Flagg, the landlady, who bowed respectfully. She was somewhat puzzled, however, not knowing when they were let in. 

"Good-morning, madam, " said Mr. Barnes. "Are you the landlady of thisestablishment?"

"Yes, sir. "

"I have been calling on one of your lodgers--Mr. Anthony Blodgett (thiswas the name by which Mr. Felix Montgomery was known in the house). Heis a very worthy man. "

Now, to tell the truth, Mrs. Flagg had not been particularly struck bythe moral worth of her lodger, and this testimony led her to entertaindoubts as to the discernment of her clerical visitor. 

"You know him, then?"

"I know him as myself, madam. Have you never heard him mention the nameof Rev. Mr. Barnes, of Hayfield Centre, Connecticut?"

"I can't say I have, " answered the landlady. 

"That is singular. We were always very intimate. We attended the sameschool as boys, and, in fact, were like Damon and Pythias. "

Mrs. Flagg had never heard of Damon and Pythias, still she understoodthe comparison. 

"You're in rather a different line now, " she remarked, dryly. 

"Yes, our positions are different. My friend dwells in the busymetropolis, while I pass a quiet, peaceful existence in a secludedcountry village, doing what good I can. But, my dear, we are perhapsdetaining this worthy lady from her domestic avocations. I think we mustbe going. "

"Very well, I am ready. "

The first sound of her voice drew the attention of the landlady. Mrs. Felix Montgomery possessed a thin somewhat shrill, voice, which shewas unable to conceal, and, looking attentively at her, Mrs. Flaggpenetrated her disguise. Then, turning quickly to the gentleman, aidedby her new discovery, she also recognized him. 

"Well, I declare, " said she, "if you didn't take me in beautifully. "

Mr. Montgomery laughed heartily. 

"You wouldn't know me, then?" he said. 

"You're got up excellent, " said Mrs. Flagg, with a slight disregard forgrammar. "Is it a joke?"

"Yes, a little practical joke. We're going to call on some friends andsee if they know us. "

"You'd do for the theatre, " said the landlady, admiringly. 

"I flatter myself I might have done something on the stage, if myattention had been turned that way. But, my dear, we must be moving, orwe shan't get through our calls. "

"I wonder what mischief they are up to now, " thought Mrs. Flagg, as shefollowed them to the door. "I know better than to think they'd take thetrouble to dress up that way just to take in their friends. No, they'reup to some game. Not that I care, as long as they get money enough topay my bill. "

So the worldly-wise landlady dismissed them from her thoughts, and wentabout her work. 

Mr. Barnes and his wife walked up toward Broadway at a slow, decorouspace, suited to the character they had assumed. More than one who metthem turned back to look at what they considered a perfect type ofthe country minister and his wife. They would have been not a littlesurprised to learn that under this quiet garb walked two of the mostaccomplished swindlers in a city abounding in adventurers of all kinds. 

Mr. Barnes paused a moment to reprove a couple of urchins who werepitching pennies on the sidewalk. 

"Don't you know that it's wrong to pitch pennies?" he said gravely. 

"None of your chaff, mister, " retorted one of the street boys, irreverently. "When did you come from the country, old Goggles?"

"My son, you should address me with more respect. "

"Just get out of the way, mister! I don't want to hear no preachin'. "

"I am afraid you have been badly brought up, my son. "

"I ain't your son, and I wouldn't be for a shillin'. Just you go along, and let me alone!"

"A sad case of depravity, my dear, " remarked Mr. Barnes to his wife. "Ifear we must leave these boys to their evil ways. "

"You'd better, " said one of the boys. 

"They're smart little rascals!" said Mr. Montgomery, when they were outof hearing of the boys. "I took them in, though. They thought I was thegenuine article. "

"We'd better not waste any more time, " said his wife. "That boy mightget out, you know, and give us trouble. "

"I don't believe he will get out in a hurry. I locked the door and he'dhave to pound some time before he could make any one hear, I declare, Ishould like to see how he looked when he recovered from his stupor, andrealized that his ring was gone. "

"What sort of boy was he, Tony?"

"Better not call me by that name, my dear. It might be heard, you know, and might not be considered in character. As to your question, he was byno means a stupid boy. Rather sharpish, I should say. "

"Then how came he to let you take him in?"

"As to that, I claim to be rather sharp myself, and quite a match evenfor a smart boy. I haven't knocked about the world forty-four years fornothing. "

They were now in Broadway. Turning the corner of Amity street, theywalked a short distance downtown, and paused before the handsome jewelrystore of Ball & Black. 

"I think we had better go in here, " said Felix Montgomery--(I hesitate alittle by which of his numerous names to call him). 

"Why not go to Tiffany's?"

"I gather from what the boy told me that the ring has already beenoffered there. It would be very likely to be recognized and that wouldbe awkward, you know. "

"Are you sure the ring has not been offered here? asked his wife. 

"Quite sure. The boy would have mentioned it, had such been the case. "

"Very well. Let us go in then. "

The Rev. Mr. Barnes and his wife, of Hayfield Centre; entered theelegant store, and ten minutes later Paul Hoffman entered also, and tookhis station at the counters wholly unconscious of the near proximity ofthe man who had so artfully swindled him. 

CHAPTER XXI

PAUL IS CHECKMATED

On entering the large jewelry store Mr. Montgomery and his wife walkedto the rear of the store, and advanced to the counter, behind whichstood a clerk unengaged. 

"What shall I show you?" he inquired

"I didn't come to purchase, " said Mr. Montgomery, with suavity, "but tosell. I suppose you purchase jewelry at times?"

"Sometimes, " said the clerk. "Let me see what you have. "

"First, " said the adventurer, "let me introduce myself. I am the Rev. Mr. Barnes, of Hayfield Centre, Connecticut. You perhaps know theplace?"

"I don't think I remember it, " said the clerk, respectfully. 

"It is a small place, " said Mr. Montgomery, modestly, "but my tastes areplain and unobtrusive, and I do not aspire to a more conspicuous post. However, that is not to the purpose. A lady parishioner, desiring todonate a portion of her wealth to the poor, has placed in my hand adiamond ring, the proceeds to be devoted to charitable objects. I desireto sell it, and, knowing the high reputation of your firm feel safe inoffering it to you. I know very little of the value of such things, since they are not in my line, but I am sure of fair treatment at yourhands. "

"You may depend upon that, " said the clerk, favorably impressed with theappearance and manners of his customer. "Allow me to see the ring. "

The brilliant was handed over the counter. 

"It is quite valuable, " said he, scrutinizing it closely. 

"So I supposed, as the lady is possessed of wealth. You may rely uponits being genuine. "

"I am not authorized to purchase, " said the clerk, "but I will show it toone of the firm. "

Just at that moment, Mr. Montgomery, chancing to look toward the door, was startled by seeing the entrance of Paul Hoffman. He saw that itwould be dangerous to carry the negotiation any farther and he quicklygave a secret signal to his wife. 

The hint was instantly understood and acted upon. 

Mrs. Montgomery uttered a slight cry, and clung to her husband's arm. 

"My dear, " she said, "I feel one of my attacks coming on. Take me outquickly. 

"My wife is suddenly taken sick, " said Mr. Montgomery, hurriedly. 

"She is subject to fits. If you will give me the ring, I will returnto-morrow and negotiate for its sale. "

"I am very sorry, " said the clerk, with sympathy, handing back the ring. "Can I get anything for the lady?"

"No, thank you. The best thing to do is to get her into the open air. Thank you for your kindness. "

"Let me help you, " said the clerk, and coming from behind the counter hetook one arm of Mrs. Montgomery, who, leaning heavily on her husband andthe clerk, walked, or rather was carried, to the street door. 

Of course, the attention of all within the store was drawn to the party. 

"What was the matter?" inquired a fellow-clerk, as the salesmanreturned. 

"It was a clergyman from Connecticut, who wished to sell a diamond ring, given to him for charitable purposes. His wife was taken suddenly sick. He will bring it back to-morrow. "

"Was the ring a valuable one?"

"It must be worth in the neighborhood of three hundred dollars. "

Paul listened to this explanation, and a sudden light flashed upon him, as he heard the estimated value of the ring. There had been somethingfamiliar in the appearance of the adventurer, though, on account ofhis successful disguise and his being accompanied by a lady, he hadnot before felt any suspicion as to his identity with the man who hadswindled him. Now he felt convinced that it was Mr. Felix Montgomery, and that it was his own appearance which had led to the sudden sicknessand the precipitate departure. 

"That trick won't work, Mr. Montgomery, " he said to himself. "I've goton your track sooner than I anticipated, and I mean to follow you up. "

Reaching the sidewalk, he caught sight of Mr. And Mrs. Montgomery justturning the corner of a side street. The pair supposed they were safe, not thinking that our hero had recognized them, and the lady no longerexhibited illness, and was walking briskly at her husband's side. Paulhurried up and tapped the adventurer on the shoulder. Mr. Montgomery, turning, was annoyed on finding that he had not yet escaped. Hedetermined, however, to stick to his false character, and deny allknowledge of the morning's transaction. 

"Well, my young friend, " he said, "do you want me? I believe I have notthe pleasure of your acquaintance. "

"You are mistaken there, Mr. Felix Montgomery, " said Paul, significantly. 

"By what name did you address me?" said the swindler, assuming a tone ofsurprise. 

"I addressed you as Mr. Felix Montgomery. "

"You have made a mistake, my good friend. I am an humble clergyman fromConnecticut. I am called the Rev. Mr. Barnes. Should you ever visitHayfield Centre, I shall be glad to receive a call from you. "

"When I last met you, you were a jeweler from Syracuse, " said Paul, bluntly. 

Mr. Montgomery laughed heartily. 

"My dear, " he said, turning to his wife, "is not this an excellentjoke? My young friend here thinks he recognizes in me a jeweler fromSyracuse. "

"Indeed, you are quite mistaken, " said the lady. "My husband is acountry minister. We came up to the city this morning on a littlebusiness. "

"I understand on what business, " said Paul. "You wanted to dispose of adiamond ring. "

Mr. Montgomery was disposed to deny the charge, but a moment'sreflection convinced him that it would be useless, as Paul had doubtlessbeen informed in Ball & Black's of his business there. He decided to puton a bold front and admit it. 

"I suppose you were in Ball & Black's just now, " he said. 

"I was. "

"And so learned my business there? But I am at a loss to understand whyyou should be interested in the matter. "

"That ring is mine, " said Paul. "You swindled me out of it thismorning. "

"My young friend, you must certainly be insane, " said Mr. Montgomery, shrugging his shoulders. "My dear, did you hear that?"

"He is an impudent boy, " said the lady. "I am surprised that you shouldbe willing to talk to him. "

"If you leave here I will put a policeman on your track, " said Paul. 

He looked so determined that Mr. Montgomery found that he must parley. 

"You are under a strange hallucination, my young friend, " he said. "If you will walk along with me, I think I can convince you of yourmistake. "

"There is no mistake about the matter, " said Paul, walking on with them. "The ring is mine, and I must have it. "

"My dear, will you explain about the ring? He may credit yourtestimony. "

"I don't see that any explanation is necessary, " said the lady. "However, since you wish it, I will say that the ring was handed you byMrs. Benton, a wealthy lady of your parish, with instructions to sellit, and devote the proceeds to charitable purposes. "

"Is that explanation satisfactory?" asked Mr. Montgomery. 

"No, it is not, " said Paul, resolutely. "I don't believe one word ofit. I recognize you in spite of your dress. You gave me chloroform thismorning in a room in Lovejoy's Hotel, and when I was unconscious youmade off with the ring which I expected to sell you. You had betterreturn it, or I will call a policeman. "

"I am not the person you take me for, " said Felix Montgomery. 

"You are the jeweler from Syracuse who swindled me out of my ring. "

"I never was a jeweler, and never lived in Syracuse, " said theadventurer, with entire truth. 

"You may be right, but that is what you told me this morning. "

"I wish you would go away, and cease to annoy us, " said the lady, impatiently. 

"I want my ring. "

"We have no ring of yours. "

"Show me the ring, and if it is not mine I will go away. "

"You are a very impudent fellow, upon my word, " said Mrs. Montgomery, sharply, "to accuse a gentleman like my husband of taking your ring. Idon't believe you ever had one. "

"My dear, " interposed her husband, mildly, "I dare say my young friendhere really thinks we have his ring. Of course it is a great mistake. Imagine what our friends in Hayfield Centre would think of such acharge! But you must remember that he is unacquainted with my standingin the community. In order to satisfy his mind, I am willing to let himsee the ring. "

"To let him see the ring?" repeated the lady, in surprise. 

"Yes. Here, my lad, " taking the ring from his pocket, "this is the ring. You will see at once that it is not yours. "

"I see that it is mine, " said Paul, taking the proffered ring, andpreparing to go, astonished at his own good fortune in so easilyrecovering it. 

"Not so fast!" exclaimed Mr. Montgomery, seizing him by the shoulder. "Help! Police!"

An officer had turned the corner just before, and it was this that hadsuggested the trap. He came up quickly, and, looking keenly from one tothe other, inquired what was the matter. 

"This boy has just purloined a ring from my wife, " said Mr. Montgomery. "Fortunately I caught him in the act. "

"Give up the ring, you young scoundrel!" said the officer, imposed uponby the clerical appearance of the adventurer. 

"It is mine, " said Paul. 

"None of your gammon! Give up the ring, and come with me. "

The ring was restored to Mr. Montgomery, who overwhelmed the officerwith a profusion of thanks. 

"It is not a diamond, only an imitation, " he said, "but my wife valuesit as the gift of a friend. Don't be too hard on the boy. He may not beso bad as he seems. "

"I'll attend to him, " said the policeman, emphatically. "I'll learn himto rob ladies of rings in the street. Come along, sir!"

Paul tried to explain matters, but no attention was paid to hisprotestations. To his anger and mortification he saw the swindlermake off triumphantly with the ring, while he, the wronged owner, wasarrested as a thief. 

But at the station-house he had his revenge. He was able to prove to hiscaptor that he had lodged information against Mr. Montgomery, and thepoliceman in turn was mortified to think how readily he had beenimposed upon. Of course Paul was set free, but the officer's blunderinginterference seemed to render the recovery of the ring more doubtfulthan ever. 

CHAPTER XXII

A MAN OF RESOURCES

"Well, that was a narrow escape, " said Mr. Montgomery, with a sigh ofrelief. "I think I managed rather cleverly, eh?"

"I wanted to box the boys ears, " said Mrs. Montgomery, sharply. 

"It wouldn't have been in character, my dear. Ha, ha!" he laughed, softly, "we imposed upon the officer neatly. Our young friend got ratherthe worst of it. "

"Why don't you call things by their right names? He isn't much of afriend. "

"Names are of no consequence, my dear. "

"Well, what are you going to do next?" asked the lady, abruptly. 

"About the ring?"

"Of course. "

"I hardly know, " said Mr. Montgomery, reflectively. "If it were not forappearing too anxious, I would go back to Ball & Black's now that ouryoung friend is otherwise engaged, and can't interrupt us. "

"Suppose we go?"

"Well, you see, it might be considered rather soon for you to recoverfrom your fit. Besides, I don't know what stories this boy may havethought fit to tell about us. "

"He didn't have time to say anything. "

"Perhaps you are right. "

"We want to dispose of the ring as soon as possible, and leave thecity. "

"That is true. Well, if you say so, we will go back. "

"It seems to me now is the best time. The boy will tell his story to theofficer and we may be inquired for. "

"Then, my dear, I will follow your advice. "

Mr. And Mrs. Montgomery turned, and directed their steps again towardBroadway. The distance was short, and fifteen minutes had scarcelyelapsed since they left the store before they again entered it. Theymade their way to the lower end of the store and accosted the same clerkwith whom they had before spoken. 

"Is your wife better?" he asked. 

"Much better, thank you. A turn in the air always relieves her, and sheis quite herself again. I have returned because it is necessary forme to leave the city by the evening train, and my time is, therefore, short. Will you be kind enough to show the ring to your employer, andask him if he will purchase?"

The clerk returned, and said that the firm would pay two hundred andfifty dollars, but must be assured of his right to dispose of it. 

"Did you mention my name?" asked the adventurer. 

"I mentioned that you were a clergyman. I could not remember the name. "

"The Rev. Mr. Barnes, of Hayfield Centre, Connecticut. I have beenpreaching there for--is it six or seven years, my dear?"

"Seven, " said his wife. 

"I should think that would be sufficient. You may mention that to Mr. Ball or Mr. Black, if you please. I presume after that he will not beafraid to purchase. "

Mr. Montgomery said this with an air of conscious respectability andhigh standing, which might readily impose upon strangers. But, by badluck, what he had said was heard by a person able to confute him. 

"Did you say you were from Hayfield Centre?" asked a gentleman, standinga few feet distant. 

"Yes, " said Mr. Montgomery. 

"I think you said your name was Barnes?"

"Yes, sir. "

"And that you have been preaching there for the last seven years?"

"Yes, sir, " answered Mr. Montgomery, but there was rather lessconfidence in his tone. In fact he was beginning to feel uneasy. 

"It is very strange, " said the other. "I have a sister living inHayfield Centre, and frequently visit the place myself, and so of courseknow something of it. Yet I have never heard of any clergyman namedBarnes preaching there. "

Mr. Montgomery saw that things looked critical. 

"You are strangely mistaken, sir, " he said. "However, I will not pressthe sale. If you will return the ring (to the clerk) I will dispose ofit elsewhere. "

But the clerk's suspicions had been aroused by what had been said. 

"I will first speak to Mr. Ball, " he said. 

"There is no occasion to speak to him. I shall not sell the ring to-day. To-morrow, I will come with witnesses whose testimony will outweigh thatof this gentleman, who I suspect never was in Hayfield Centre in hislife. I will trouble you for the ring. "

"I hope you don't intend to give it to him, " said the gentleman. "Thepresumption is that, as he is masquerading, he has not come by ithonestly. "

"I shall not deign to notice your insinuations, " said Mr. Montgomery, who concealed beneath a consequential tone his real uneasiness. "Thering, if you please. "

"Don't give it to him. "

As the clerk seemed disinclined to surrender the ring, Mr. Montgomerysaid: "Young man, you will find it to be a serious matter to withhold myproperty. "

"Perhaps I had better give it to him, " said the clerk, imposed upon bythe adventurer's manner. 

"Require him to prove property. If it is really his, he can readily dothis. "

"My dear, " said the Rev. Mr. Barnes, "we will leave the store. "

"What, and leave the ring?"

"For the present. I will invoke the aid of the police to save me frombeing robbed in this extraordinary manner. "

He walked to the street door, accompanied by his wife. He was deeplydisappointed at the failure of the sale, and would gladly have wreakedvengeance upon the stranger who had prevented it. But he saw thathis safety required an immediate retreat. In addition to his owndisappointment, he had to bear his wife's censure. 

"If you had the spirit of a man, Mr. Montgomery, " she commenced, "youwouldn't have given up that ring so easily. He had no business to keepit. "

"I would have called in a policeman if I dared, but you know I am not onthe best of terms with these gentlemen. "

"Are we to lose the ring, then?"

"I am afraid so, unless I can make them believe in the store that I amreally what I pretend to be. "

"Can't you do it?"

"Not very easily, unless stay, I have an idea. Do you see that youngman?"

He directed his wife's attention to a young man, evidently fresh fromthe country, who was approaching, staring open-eyed at the unwontedsights of the city. He was dressed in a blue coat with brass buttons, while his pantaloons, of a check pattern, terminated rather higher upthan was in accordance with the fashion. 

"Yes, I see him, " said Mrs. Montgomery. "What of him?"

"I am going to recover the ring through his help. "

"I don't see how. "

"You will see. "

"How do you do?" said the adventurer, cordially, advancing to the youngman, and seizing his hand. 

"Pretty smart, " said the countryman, looking surprised. 

"Are your parents quite well?"

"They're so's to be around. "

"When did you come to the city?"

"This mornin'. "

"Do you stay any length of time?"

"I'm goin' back this afternoon. "

"You didn't expect to meet me now, did you?" asked Mr. Montgomery. 

"I s'pose I'd orter know you, " said the perplexed youth, "but I can'tthink what your name is. "

"What! Not know Mr. Barnes, the minister of Hayfield Centre? Don't youremember hearing me preach for your minister?"

"Seems to me I do, " answered the young man, persuading himself that heought to remember. 

"Of course you do. Now, my young friend, I am very glad to have metyou. "

"So am I, " said the other, awkwardly. 

"You can do me a favor, if you will. "

"Of course, I will, " said Jonathan, "if it's anything I can do. "

"Yes, you will have no trouble about it. You see, I went into ajeweler's near by to sell a valuable ring, and they wanted to make sureI was really a minister, and not intending to cheat them. If you will goin with me, and say that you have often heard me preach, and that I amthe Rev. Mr. Barnes, of Hayfield Centre, I won't mind paying you fivedollars for your trouble. "

"All right; I'll do it, " said the rustic, considering that it would bean unusually easy way of earning few dollars. 

"You'll remember the name, won't you?"

"Yes--Parson Barnes, of Hayfield Centre. "

"That is right. The store is near by. Walk along with us, and we will bethere in five minutes. "

CHAPTER XXIII

A NEW EXPEDIENT

"I believe your name is Peck?" said Mr. Montgomery, hazarding a guess. 

"No, it's Young, Ephraim Young. "

"Of course it is. I remember now, but I am apt to forget names. You saidyour parents were quite well?"

"Yes, they're pretty smart. "

"I am glad to hear it; I have the pleasantest recollections of yourexcellent father. Let me see, didn't you call there with me once, Mrs. Barnes?"

"Not that I remember. "

"You must go with me the next time. I want you to know the parentsof our young friend. They are excellent people. Do you go back thisafternoon, Mr. Young?"

"Yes, I guess so. You don't know of any sitooation I could get in astore round here, do you?"

"Not at present, but I have some influential friends to whom I willmention your name. Suppose, now, I could obtain a situation for you, howshall I direct the letter letting you know?"

"Just put on the letter 'Ephraim Young. ' Everybody in Plainfield knowsme. "

"So he lives in Plainfield, " said Mr. Montgomery to himself. "It's aswell to know that. " Then aloud: "I won't forget, Mr. Young. What sort ofbusiness would you prefer?"

"Any kind that'll pay, " said the gratified youth, firmly convincedof his companion's ability to fulfill his promise. "I've got tired ofstayin' round home, and I'd like to try York a little while. Folks sayit's easy to make money here. "

"You are right. If I were a business man, I would come to New York atonce. For a smart young man like you it offers a much better openingthan a country village. "

"That's what I've told dad often, " said the rustic, "but he's afraid Iwouldn't get nothing to do and he says it's dreadful expensive livin'here. "

"So it is expensive, but then you will be better paid than in thecountry. However, here we are. You won't forget what I told you?"

"No--I'll remember, " said the young man. 

The reappearance of Mr. Barnes and wife so soon excited some surprisein the store, for it had got around, as such things will, that he was animpostor, and it was supposed that he would not venture to show his facethere again. The appearance of his rustic companion likewise attractedattention. Certainly, Mr. Montgomery (it makes little difference what wecall him) did not exhibit the slightest appearance of apprehension, buthis manner was quite cool and self-possessed. He made his way to thatpart of the counter attended by the clerk with whom he had beforespoken. He observed with pleasure and relief that the man who hadquestioned his identity with any of the ministers of Hayfield Centrewas no longer in the store. This would make the recovery of the ringconsiderably easier. 

"Well, sir, " he said, addressing the clerk, "I suppose you did notexpect to see me again so soon?"

"No, sir. "

"Nor did I expect to be able to return for the ring before to-morrow, not supposing that I could bring witnesses to prove that I was whatI represented. But fortunately I met just now a young friend, whocan testify to my identity, as he has heard me preach frequently inPlainfield, where he resides. Mr. Young, will you be kind enough to tellthis gentleman who I am?"

"Parson Barnes, of Hayfield Centre, " said the youth, confidently. 

"You have heard me preach, have you not, in Plainfield?"

"Yes, " said the young man, fully believing that he was telling thetruth. 

"And I have called on your parents?"

"Yes. "

"I think, " said the adventurer, "that will be sufficient to convince youthat I am what I appear. "

It was hard to doubt, in the face of such evidence. Ephraim Young was sounmistakably from the rural districts that it would have been absurd tosuspect him of being an artful city rogue. Besides, Mr. Barnes himselfwas got up so naturally that all the clerk's doubts vanished at once. Heconcluded that the customer who had questioned his genuineness must bevery much mistaken. 

"I ought to apologize to you, sir, " he said, "for doubting your word. But in a city like this you know one has to be very careful. "

"Of course, " said the adventurer, blandly, "I do not blame you in theleast. You only did your duty, though it might have cost me some troubleand inconvenience. "

"I am sorry, sir. "

"No apologies, I beg. It has all turned out right, and your mistakewas a natural one. If you will kindly return me the ring, I will deferselling it, I think, till another day. "

The clerk brought the ring, which he handed back to Mr. Montgomery. Thelatter received it with so much the more satisfaction, as he had madeup his mind at one time that it was gone irrevocably, and put it away inhis waistcoat pocket. 

"I had intended to buy some silver spoons, " he said, "but it will benecessary to wait until I have disposed of the ring. However, I may aswell look at some, eh, Mrs. Barnes?"

"If you like, " assented the lady. 

So the pair examined some spoons, and fixed upon a dozen, which theysaid they would return and buy on the next day, and then, with apolite good-by, went out of the store, leaving behind, on the whole, afavorable impression. 

Ephraim Young accompanied them out, and walked along beside them in thestreet. He, too, was in good spirits, for had not his companion promisedhim five dollars for his services, which he had faithfully rendered?Five dollars to the young man from the rural districts was a veryconsiderable sum of money--quite a nugget, in fact--and he alreadyenjoyed in advance the pleasure which he anticipated of telling hisfriends at home how easily he had earned such a sum in "York. " He walkedalong beside the adventurer, expecting that he would say something aboutpaying him, but no allusion was made by the adventurer to hispromise. Indeed, five dollars was considerably more than he had in hispossession. When they reached Amity street, for they were now proceedingup Broadway, he sought to shake off the young man, whose company he nolonger desired. 

"This is our way, " he said. "I suppose you are going further. I am veryglad to have met you, Mr. Young. I hope you will give our regards toyour excellent parents;" and he held out his hand in token of farewell. 

"Ain't you goin' to pay me that money?" said Ephraim, bluntly, becomingalarmed at the prospect of losing the nugget he had counted on with somuch confidence. 

"Bless me, I came near forgetting it! I hope you will excuse me, " andto Ephraim's delight he drew out his pocketbook. But the prospect ofpayment was not so bright as the young man supposed. 

"I don't think I have a five-dollar bill, " said Mr. Montgomery, after anexamination of the pocketbook. "Mrs. Montgomery, do you happen to have afive with you?"

"No, I haven't, " said the lady, promptly. "I spent all my money shoppingthis morning. "

"That is unfortunate. Our young friend has rendered us such a service Idon't like to make him wait for his money. "

Ephraim Young looked rather blank at this suggestion. 

"Let me see, I have a hundred-dollar bill here, " said Mr. Montgomery. "I will go into the next store, and see if I can't get it changed. Mr. Young, will you be kind enough to remain with my wife?"

"Certain, " said Ephraim, brightening up. 

Mr. Montgomery went into a shop near by, but made no request to have ahundred-dollar bill changed. He was rather afraid that they might complywith his request, which would have subjected him to some embarrassment. He merely inquired if he could use a pen for a moment; request which wasreadily granted. In less than five minutes he emerged into the streetagain. Ephraim Young looked toward him eagerly. 

"I am sorry to say, my young friend, " he remarked, "that I was unable toget my bill changed. I might get it changed at a bank, but the banks areall closed at this hour. "

The countryman looked disturbed. 

"I am afraid, " continued Mr. Montgomery, "I must wait and send you themoney in a letter from Hayfield Centre. "

"I'd rather have it now, " said Ephraim. 

"I am sorry to disappoint you, " said the adventurer smoothly; "but afterall you will only have a day or two to wait. To make up to you for thedelay I have decided to send you ten dollars instead of five. FindingI could not change my bill, I wrote a note for the amount, which I willhand you. "

Ephraim received the paper, which the other handed him, and read asfollows:

NEW YORK, Sept 15, 18--. 

Three days from date I promise to pay Mr. Ephraim Young ten dollars. 

JOTHAM BARNES, of Hayfield Centre. 

"How will that do?" asked the adventurer. "By waiting three days youdouble your money. "

"You'll be sure to send it, " said Ephraim, doubtfully. 

"My young friend, I hope you do not doubt me, " said the Rev. Mr. Barnes, impressively. 

"I guess it's all right, " said Ephraim, "only I thought I might like tospend the money in the city. "

"Much better save it up, " said the other. "By and by it may come inuseful. "

Ephraim carefully folded up the note, and deposited it in an immensewallet, the gift of his father. He would have preferred the money whichit represented: but three days would soon pass, and the ten dollarswould be forwarded to him. He took leave of his new acquaintances, Mr. Montgomery shaking his hand with affectionate warmth, and requesting himto give his best respects to his parents. When Ephraim was out of sighthe returned to his wife, with a humorous twinkle in his eye, and said:

"Wasn't that cleverly done, old lady?"

"Good enough!" remarked the lady. "Now you've got the ring back again, what are you going to do with it?"

"That, my dear, is a subject which requires the maturest consideration. I shall endeavor to convert it as soon as possible into the largestpossible sum in greenbacks. Otherwise I am afraid our board bill, andthe note I have just given to my rural friend, will remain unpaid. "

CHAPTER XXIV

MR. MONTGOMERY'S ARREST

Having shaken off his country acquaintance, of whom he had no furtherneed, Mr. Montgomery started to return to his lodgings. On the whole, he was in good spirits, though he had not effected the sale of the ring. But it was still in his possession, and it had a tangible value. 

"I am sorry you did not sell the ring, " said Mrs. Montgomery. 

"So am I, " said her husband. "We may have to sell it in some othercity. "

"We can't leave the city without money. "

"That's true, " returned her husband, rather taken aback by what wasundeniably true. 

"We must sell the ring, or raise money on it, in New York. "

"I don't know but you are right. The trouble is, there are not manyplaces where they will buy so expensive an article. Besides, they willbe apt to ask impertinent questions. "

"You might go to a pawnbroker's. "

"And get fleeced. If I got a quarter of the value from a pawnbroker, Ishould be lucky. "

"We must do something with it, " said Mrs. Montgomery, decidedly. 

"Right, my dear. We must get the sinews of war somewhere. Richard willnever be himself again till his pocketbook is lined with greenbacks. Atpresent, who steals my purse steals trash. "

"Suppose you try Tiffany's?"

"The ring has already been offered there. They might remember it. "

"If they do, say that he is your son. "

"A good thought, " answered the husband. "I will act upon it. But, on thewhole, I'll doff this disguise, and assume my ordinary garments. Thistime, my dear, I shall not need your assistance. "

"Well, the sooner it's done the better. That's all I have to say. "

"As soon as possible. "

Mr. Montgomery returned to his lodgings in Amity street, and, takingoff his clerical garb, appeared in the garb in which we first made hisacquaintance. The change was very speedily effected. 

"Wish me good luck, Mrs. M. , " he said, as he opened the door. "I amgoing to make another attempt. "

"Good luck to you, Tony! Come back soon. "

"As soon as my business is completed. If I get the money, we will leavefor Philadelphia this evening. You may as well be packing up. "

"I am afraid the landlady won't let us carry away our baggage unless wepay our bill. "

"Never mind! Pack it up, and we'll run our chance. "

Felix Montgomery left the house with the ring carefully deposited inhis vest pocket. To judge from his air of easy indifference, hemight readily have been taken for a substantial citizen in excellentcircumstances; but then appearances are oftentimes deceitful, and theywere especially so in the present instance. 

He made his way quickly to Broadway, and thence to Tiffany's, at thattime not so far uptown as at present. He entered the store with anonchalant air, and, advancing to the counter, accosted the same clerkto whom Paul had shown the ring earlier in the day. 

"I have a valuable ring which I would like to sell, " he said. "Will youtell me its value?"

The clerk no sooner took it in his hand than he recognized it. 

"I have seen that ring before, " he said, looking at Mr. Montgomerykeenly. 

"Yes, " said the latter, composedly; "this morning, wasn't it?"

"Yes. "

"My boy brought it in here. I ought not to have sent him, for he camevery near losing it on the way home. I thought it best to come with itmyself. "

This was said so quietly that it was hard to doubt the statement, orwould have been if information had not been brought to the store thatthe ring had been stolen. 

"Yes, boys are careless, " assented the clerk, not caring to arouse Mr. Montgomery's suspicions. "You wish to sell the ring, I suppose. "

"Yes, " answered the other; "I don't like to carry a ring of so greatvalue. Several times I have come near having it stolen. Will you buyit?"

"I am not authorized to make the purchase, " said the clerk. "I willrefer the matter to Mr. Tiffany. "

"Very well, " said Mr. Montgomery. "I am willing to accept whatever hemay pronounce a fair price. "

"No doubt, " thought the clerk. 

He carried the ring to his employer, and quickly explained thecircumstances. 

"The man is doubtless a thief. He must be arrested, " said the jeweler. 

"If I go for an officer, he will take alarm. "

"Invite him to come into the back part of the shop, and I will protractthe negotiation while you summon a policeman. "

The clerk returned, and at his invitation Mr. Montgomery walked tothe lower end of the store, where he was introduced to the head of theestablishment. Sharp though he was, he suspected no plot. 

"You are the owner of this ring?" asked Mr. Tiffany. 

"Yes, sir, " said the adventurer. "It has been in our family for a longtime. "

"But you wish to sell it now?"

"Yes; I have come near losing it several times, and prefer to dispose ofit. What is its value?"

"That requires some consideration. I will examine it closely. "

Mr. Montgomery stood with his back to the entrance, waiting patiently, while the jeweler appeared to be engaged in a close examination of thering. He congratulated himself that no questions had been asked whichit might have been difficult for him to answer. He made up his mindthat after due examination Mr. Tiffany would make an offer, which hedetermined in advance to accept, whatever it might be, since he wouldconsider himself fortunate to dispose of it at even two-thirds of itsvalue. 

Meanwhile the clerk quietly slipped out of the store, and at a shortdistance encountered a policeman, upon whom he called for assistance. At the same moment Paul and Mr. Preston came up. Our hero, on beingreleased from arrest, had sought Mr. Preston, and the latter obliginglyagreed to go with him to Tiffany's, and certify to his honesty, that, ifthe ring should be brought there, it might be retained for him. Paul didnot recognize the clerk, but the latter at once remembered him. 

"Are you not the boy that brought a diamond ring into our store thismorning?" he asked. 

"Into Tiffany's?"

"Yes. "

"Have you seen anything of it?" asked our hero, eagerly. "I am the onewho brought it in. "

"A man just brought it into the store, " said the clerk. 

"Is he there now?"

"He is talking with Mr. Tiffany. I came out for a policeman. He will bearrested at once. "

"Good!" ejaculated Paul; "I am in luck. I thought I should never see thering again. What sort of a man is he?"

From the description, Paul judged that it was Felix Montgomery himself, and, remembering what a trick the adventurer had played upon him atLovejoy's Hotel, he felt no little satisfaction in the thought that thetrapper was himself trapped at last. 

"I'll go along with you, " he said. "I want to see that man arrested. "

"You had better stay outside just at first, until we have secured him. "

Meanwhile Mr. Tiffany, after a prolonged examination, said: "The ring isworth two hundred and fifty dollars. "

"That will be satisfactory, " said Mr. Montgomery, promptly. 

"Shall I give you a check for the amount?" asked the jeweler. 

"I should prefer the money, as I am a stranger in the city, and notknown at the banks. "

"I can make the check payable to bearer, and then you will have nodifficulty in getting it cashed. "

While this conversation was going on, the clerk entered the store withthe policeman, but Mr. Montgomery's back was turned, and he was notaware of the fact till the officer tapped him on the shoulder, saying:"You are my prisoner. "

"What does this mean? There is some mistake, " said the adventurer, wheeling round with a start. 

"No mistake at all. You must come with me. "

"What have I done? You take me for some one else. "

"You have stolen a diamond ring. "

"Who says so?" demanded the adventurer, boldly. "It is true I broughtone here to sell, but it has belonged to me for years. "

"You are mistaken, Mr. Montgomery, " said Paul, who had come upunperceived. "You stole that ring from me this morning, after dosing mewith chloroform at Lovejoy's Hotel. "

"It is a lie, " said the adventurer, boldly. "That boy is my son. He isin league with his mother to rob me. She sent him here this morningunknown to me. Finding it out, I took the ring from him, and brought ithere myself. "

Paul was certainly surprised at being claimed as a son by the man whohad swindled him, and answered: "I never saw you before this morning. Ihave no father living. "

"I will guarantee this boy's truth and honesty, " said Mr. Preston, speaking for the first time. "I believe you know me, Mr. Tiffany. "

"I need no other assurance, " said the jeweler, bowing. "Officer, you mayremove your prisoner. "

"The game is up, " said the adventurer, finding no further chance fordeception. "I played for high stakes, and I have lost the game. I haveone favor to ask. Will some one let my wife know where I am?"

"Give me her address, " said Paul, "and I will let her know. "

"No. ---- Amity street. Ask her to come to the station-house to see me. "

"I will go at once. "

"Thank you, " said Mr. Montgomery; "as I am not to have the ring, I don'tknow that I am sorry it has fallen into your hands. One piece of adviceI will venture to offer you, my lad, " he added, smiling. "Beware of anyjewelers hailing from Syracuse. They will cheat you, if you give them achance. "

"I will be on my guard, " said Paul. "Can I do anything more for you?"

"Nothing, thank you. I have a fast friend at my side, who will lookafter me. "

The officer smiled grimly at the jest, and the two left the store arm inarm. 

"Do you still wish to sell this ring?" asked Mr. Tiffany, addressingPaul. 

"Yes, sir. "

"I renew my offer of this morning. I will give you two hundred and fiftydollars. "

"I shall be glad to accept it. "

The sale was quickly effected, and Paul left the store with what seemedto him a fortune in his pocket. 

"Be careful not to lose your money, " said Mr Preston. 

"I should like to place a hundred and fifty dollars in your hands, " saidPaul, turning to Mr. Preston. 

"I will willingly take care of it for you, and allow you interest uponit. "

The transfer was made, and, carefully depositing the balance of themoney in his pocketbook, our hero took leave of his friend and soughtthe house in Amity street. 

CHAPTER XXV

PAUL'S FINAL SUCCESS

Mrs. Montgomery impatiently awaited the return of her husband. Meanwhileshe commenced packing the single trunk which answered both for herhusband and herself. She was getting tired of New York, and anxious toleave for Philadelphia, being fearful lest certain little transactionsin which she and her husband had taken part should become known to thepolice. 

She had nearly completed her packing when Paul rang the doorbell. 

The summons was answered by the landlady in person. 

"Is Mrs. Montgomery at home?" asked Paul. 

"No such lady lives here, " was the answer. 

It occurred to Paul as very possible that Mr. Montgomery might passunder a variety of names. He accordingly said, "Perhaps I have got thename wrong. The lady I mean is tall. I come with a message from herhusband, who is a stout man with black hair and whiskers. He gave methis number. "

"Perhaps you mean Mr. Grimsby. He and his wife live here. "

"Probably that is the name, " said Paul. 

"I will give Mrs. Grimsby your message, " returned the landlady, whosecuriosity was excited to learn something further about her boarders. 

"Thank you, " said Paul; "but it is necessary for me to see the ladymyself. "

"Well, you can follow me, then, " said the landlady, rather ungraciously. 

She led the way upstairs, and knocked at the door of Mrs. Grimsby, oras we will still call her, Mrs. Montgomery, since that name is morefamiliar to the reader, and she was as much entitled to the one as theother. 

Mrs. Montgomery opened the door, and regarded our hero suspiciously, forher mode of life had taught her suspicion of strangers. 

"Here's a boy that wants to see you, " said the landlady. 

"I come with a message from your husband, " said Paul. 

Mrs. Montgomery remembered Paul as the boy who was the real owner of thediamond ring, and she eyed him with increased suspicion. 

"Did my husband send you? When did you see him. "

"Just now, at Tiffany's, " answered Paul, significantly. 

"What is his message?" asked Mrs. Montgomery, beginning to feel uneasy. 

Paul glanced at the landlady, who, in the hope of gratifying hercuriosity, maintained her stand by his side. 

"The message is private, " he said. 

"I suppose that means that I am in the way, " remarked the landlady, sharply. "I don't want to pry into anybody's secrets. Thank Heaven, Ihaven't got any secrets of my own. "

"Walk in, young man, " said Mrs. Montgomery. 

Paul entered the room, and she closed the door behind him. Meanwhile thelandlady, who had gone part way downstairs, retraced her steps, softly, and put her ear to the keyhole. Her curiosity, naturally strong, hadbeen stimulated by Paul's intimation that there was a secret. 

"Now, " said Mrs. Montgomery, impatiently, "out with it! Why does myhusband send a message by you, instead of coming himself?"

"He can't come himself. "

"Why can't he?"

"I am sorry to say that I am the bearer of bad news, " said Paul, gravely. "Your husband has been arrested for robbing me of a diamondring. "

"Where is he?" demanded Mrs. Montgomery, not so much excited or overcomeas she would have been had this been the first time her husband hadfallen into the clutches of the law. 

"At the street station-house. He wants you to come and see him. "

"Have you got the ring back?"

"Yes. "

Mrs. Montgomery was sorry to hear it. She hoped her husband mightbe able to secrete it, in which case he would pass it over to her todispose of. Now she was rather awkwardly situated, being without money, or the means of making any. 

"I will go, " she said. 

Paul, who was sitting next to the door, opened it suddenly, withunexpected effort, for the landlady, whose ear was fast to the keyhole, staggered into the room involuntarily. 

"So you were listening, ma'am, were you?" demanded Mrs. Montgomery, scornfully. 

"Yes, I was, " said the landlady, rather red in the face. 

"You were in good business. "

"It's a better business than stealing diamond rings, " retorted thelandlady, recovering herself. "I've long suspected there was somethingwrong about you and your husband, ma'am, and now I know it. I don't wantno thieves nor jail birds in my house, and the sooner you pay your billand leave, the better I'll like it. "

"I'll leave as soon as you like, but I can't pay your bill. "

"I dare say, " retorted the landlady. "You're a nice character to cheatan honest woman out of four weeks' board. "

"Well, Paul, what news?" asked Barry. 

"I am ready to buy your stand, " said Paul. 

"Can you pay me all the money down?"

"On the spot. "

"Then it is all settled, " said Barry, with satisfaction. "I am glad ofit, for now I shall be able to go on to Philadelphia to-morrow. "

Paul drew a roll of bills from his pocket, and proceeded to countout thirty-five dollars. Barry noticed with surprise that he had aconsiderable amount left. 

"You are getting rich, Paul, " he said. 

"I am not rich yet, " answered Paul, "but I mean to be some time if I canaccomplish it by industry and attention to business. "

"You'll be sure to succeed, " said George Barry. "You're just the rightsort. Good-by, old fellow. When you come on to Philadelphia come and seeme. "

"I may establish a branch stand in Philadelphia before long, " said Paul, jocosely. 

CHAPTER XXVI

CONCLUSION

When Paul was left in charge of the stand, and realized that it was hisown, he felt a degree of satisfaction which can be imagined. He had beena newsboy, a baggage-smasher, and in fact had pretty much gone the roundof the street trades, but now he felt that he had advanced one stephigher. Some of my readers may not appreciate the difference, but toPaul it was a great one. He was not a merchant prince, to be sure, but he had a fixed place of business, and with his experience he feltconfident he could make it pay. 

"I am sure I can make from ten to fifteen dollars a week, " he said tohimself. "I averaged over a dollar a day when I worked for George Barry, and then I only got half-profits. Now I shall have the whole. "

This consideration was a very agreeable one. He would be able tomaintain his mother and little Jimmy in greater comfort than before, andthis he cared more for than for any extra indulgences for himself. In fact, he could relieve his mother entirely from the necessity ofworking, and yet live better than at present. When Paul thought of this, it gave him a thrill of satisfaction, and made him feel almost like aman. 

He set to work soliciting custom, and soon had sold three neckties attwenty-five cents each. 

"All that money is mine, " he thought, proudly. "I haven't got to handany of it over to George Barry. That's a comfort. "

As this thought occurred to him he recognized an old acquaintancestrolling along the sidewalk in his direction. It was no other than JimParker, the friend and crony of Mike Donovan, who will be remembered asfiguring in not a very creditable way in the earlier chapters of thisstory. It so happened that he and Paul had not met for some time, andJim was quite ignorant of Paul's rise in life. 

As for Jim himself, no great change had taken place in his appearance orprospects. His suit was rather more ragged and dirty than when we firstmade his acquaintance, having been worn night and day in the streets, bynight stretched out in some dirty alley or out-of-the-way corner, where Jim found cheap lodgings. He strolled along with his hands in hispockets, not much concerned at the deficiencies in his costume. 

"Hallo!" said he, stopping opposite Paul's stand. "What are you up to?"

"You can see for yourself, " answered Paul. "I am selling neckties. "

"How long you've been at it?"

"Just begun. "

"Who's your boss?"

"I haven't any. "

"You ain't runnin' the stand yourself, be you?" asked Jim, in surprise. 

"Yes. "

"Where'd you borrow the stamps?"

"Of my mother, " said Paul. "Can't I sell you a necktie this morning?"

"Not much, " said Jim, laughing at the joke. "I've got my trunks stuffedfull of 'em at home, but I don't wear 'em only Sundays. Do you make muchmoney?"

"I expect to do pretty well. "

"What made you give up sellin' prize packages?" asked Jim slyly. 

"Customers like you, " answered Paul. 

Jim laughed. 

"You didn't catch me that time you lost your basket, " he said. 

"That was a mean trick, " said Paul, indignantly. 

"You don't want to hire me to sell for you, do you?"

"That's where you're right. I don't. "

"I'd like to go into the business. "

"You'd better open a second-hand clothing store, " suggested Paul, glancing at his companion's ragged attire. 

"Maybe I will, " said Jim with a grin, "if you'll buy of me. "

"I don't like the style, " said Paul. "Who's your tailor?"

"He lives round in Chatham street. Say, can't you lend a fellow a coupleof shillin' to buy some breakfast?"

"Have you done any work to-day?"

"No. "

"Then you can't expect to eat if you don't work. "

"I didn't have no money to start with. "

"Suppose you had a quarter, what would you do?"

"I'd buy a ten-cent plate of meat, and buy some evenin' papers with therest. "

"If you'll do that, I'll give you what you ask for. "

"You'll give me two shillin'?" repeated Jim, incredulously, for heremembered how he had wronged Paul. 

"Yes, " said Paul. "Here's the money;" and he drew a twenty-five-centpiece from his vest pocket, and handed it to Jim. 

"You give me that after the mean trick I played you?" said Jim. 

"Yes; I am sorry for you and want to help you along. "

"You're a brick!" exclaimed Jim, emphatically. "If any feller tries toplay a trick on you, you just tell me, and I'll lam him. "

"All right, Jim!" said Paul, kindly; "I'll remember it. "

"There ain't anybody you want licked, is there?" asked Jim, earnestly. 

"Not at present, thank you, " said Paul, smiling. 

"When you do, I'm on hand, " said Jim. "Now I'll go and get some grub. "

He shuffled along toward Ann street, where there was a cheapeating-house, in which ten cents would pay for a plate of meat. He wasdecidedly hungry, and did justice to the restaurant, whose style ofcookery, though not very choice, suited him so well that he couldreadily have eaten three plates of meat instead of one, but for theprudent thought that compelled him to reserve enough to embark inbusiness afterwards. Jim was certainly a hard ticket; but Paul'sunexpected kindness had won him, and produced a more profound impressionthan a dozen floggings could have done. I may add that Jim proved luckin his business investment, and by the close of the afternoon had enoughmoney to provide himself with supper and lodging, besides a small fundto start with the next day. 

Paul sold three more neckties, and then, though it yet lacked an hour ofthe time when he generally proposed to close, he prepared to go home. Hewanted to communicate the good news to his mother and little Jimmy. 

Mrs. Hoffman raised her eyes from her sewing as he entered. 

"Well, Paul, " she said, "have you heard anything of the ring?"

"Yes, mother, it's sold. "

"Is it? Well, we must do without it, then, " said his mother in a tone ofdisappointment. 

"There won't be any trouble about that, mother, as long as we have gotthe money for it. I would rather have that than the ring. "

"Did you recover it, then?" asked his mother, eagerly. 

"Yes, mother--listen and I will tell you all about it. "

He sat down and told the story to two very attentive listeners. 

"What did you do with the money, Paul?" asked Jimmy. 

"Mr. Preston is keeping a hundred and fifty dollars for me. He willallow seven per cent. Interest. But I must not forget that the moneybelongs to you, mother, and not to me. Perhaps you would prefer todeposit it in a savings bank. "

"I am quite satisfied with your disposal of it, Paul, " said Mrs. Hoffman. "I little thought, when I found the ring, that it would be ofsuch service to us. "

"It has set me up in business, " said Paul, "and I am sure to makemoney. But I am getting out of stock. I must go round and buy some moreneckties to-morrow. "

"How much do you pay for your ties, Paul?" asked his mother. 

"One shilling; I sell them for two. That gives me a good profit. "

"I wonder whether I couldn't make them?" said Mrs. Hoffman. "I findthere is no sewing at present to be got, and, besides, " she added, "Ithink I would rather work for you than for a stranger. "

"There is no need of your working, mother. I can earn enough to supportthe family. "

"While I have health I would prefer to work, Paul. "

"Then I will bring round some of the ties to-morrow. I have two or threekinds. There is nothing very hard about any of them. I think they wouldbe easy to make. "

"That will suit me much better than making shirts. "

"Suppose I admit you to the firm, mother? I can get a large signboard, and have painted on it:

PAUL HOFFMAN AND MOTHER, DEALERS IN NECKTIES. 

How would that sound?"

"I think I would leave the business part in your hands, Paul. "

"I begin to feel like a wholesale merchant already, " said Paul. "Whoknows but I may be one some day?"

"Many successful men have begun as low down, " said his mother; "withenergy and industry much may be accomplished. "

"Do you think I'll ever be a wholesale painter?" asked Jimmy, whosesmall ears had drank in the conversation. 

"Better try for it, Jimmy, " said Paul. "I don't know exactly what awholesale painter is, unless it's one who paints houses. "

"I shouldn't like that, " said the little boy. 

"Then, Jimmy, you'd better be a retail painter. "

"I guess I will, " said Jimmy, seriously. 

 Note: Thus far we have accompanied Paul Hoffman in his career. He is considerably better off than when we met him peddling prize packages in front of the post office. But we have reason to believe that greater success awaits him. He will figure in the next two volumes of this series, more particularly in the second, to be called "Slow and Sure; or, From the Sidewalk to the Shop. " Before this appears, however, I propose to describe the adventures of a friend and protegee of Paul's--under the title of PHIL THE FIDDLER; OR, THE YOUNG STREET MUSICIAN.