Do and Dare β a Brave Boy's Fight for Fortune by Jr. Horatio Alger (good books for 8th graders .TXT) π
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CHAPTER II. HERBERT'S CHANCE.
Herbert left the house of Squire Walsingham in a sober frame of mind. He saw clearly that his mother would not long remain in office, and without her official income they would find it hard to get along. To be sure, she received a pension of eight dollars a month, in consideration of her husband's services in the war, but eight dollars would not go far towards supporting their family, small as it was. There were other means of earning a living, to be sure, but Wayneboro was an agricultural town mainly, and unless he hired out on a farm there seemed no way open to him, while the little sewing his mother might be able to procure would probably pay her less than a dollar a week.
The blow fell sooner than he expected. In the course of the next week Mrs. Carr was notified that Ebenezer Graham had been appointed her successor, and she was directed to turn over the papers and property of the office to him.
She received the official notification by the afternoon mail, and in the evening she was favored by a call from her successor.
Ebenezer Graham was a small man, with insignificant, mean-looking features, including a pair of weazel-like eyes and a turn-up nose. It did not require a skillful physiognomist to read his character in his face. Meanness was stamped upon it in unmistakable characters.
βGood-evening, Mr. Graham,β said the widow, gravely.
βGood-evening, ma'am,β said the storekeeper. βI've called to see you, Mrs. Carr, about the post office, I presume you have heardββ
βI have heard that you are to be my successor.β
βJust so. As long as your husband was alive, I didn't want to step into his shoes.β
βBut you are willing to step into mine,β said Mrs. Carr, smiling faintly.
βJust soβthat is, the gov'ment appear to think a man ought to be in charge of so responsible a position.β
βI shall be glad if you manage the office better than I have done.β
βYou see, ma'am, it stands to reason that a man is better fitted for business than a woman,β said Ebenezer Graham, in a smooth tone for he wanted to get over this rather awkward business as easily as possible. βWomen, you know, was made to adorn the domestic circles, et cetery.β
βAdorning the domestic circle won't give me a living,β said Mrs. Carr, with some bitterness, for she knew that but for the grasping spirit of the man before her she would have been allowed to retain her office.
βI was comin' to that,β said the new postmaster. βOf course, I appreciate your position as a widder, without much means, and I'm going to make you an offer; that is, your boy, Herbert.β
Herbert looked up from a book he was reading, and listened with interest to hear the benevolent intentions of the new postmaster.
βI am ready to give him a place in my store,β proceeded Ebenezer. βI always keep a boy, and thinks I to myself, the wages I give will help along the widder Carr. You see, I like to combine business with consideration for my feller creeters.β
Mrs. Carr smiled faintly, for in spite of her serious strait she could not help being amused at the notion of Ebenezer Graham's philanthropy.
βWhat's going to become of Tom Tripp?β asked Herbert, abruptly.
βThomas Tripp isn't exactly the kind of boy I want in my store,β said Mr. Graham. βHe's a harum-scarum sort of boy, and likes to shirk his work. Then I suspect he stops to play on the way when I send him on errands. Yesterday he was five minutes longer than he need to have been in goin' to Sam Dunning's to carry some groceries. Thomas doesn't seem to appreciate his privileges in bein' connected with a business like mine.β
Tom Tripp was hardly to blame for not recognizing his good luck in occupying a position where he received a dollar and a half a week for fourteen hours daily work, with half a dozen scoldings thrown in.
βHow do you know I will suit you any better than Tom?β asked Herbert, who did not think it necessary to thank Mr. Graham for the proffered engagement until he learned just what was expected of him, and what his pay was to be.
βYou're a different sort of a boy,β said Ebenezer, with an attempt at a pleasant smile. βYou've been brought up different. I've heard you're a smart, capable boy, that isn't afraid of work.β
βNo, sir, I am not, if I am fairly paid for my work.β
The new postmaster's jaw fell, and he looked uneasy, for he always grudged the money he paid out, even the paltry dollar and a half which went to poor Tom.
βI always calkerlate to pay fair wages,β he said; βbut I ain't rich, and I can't afford to fling away money.β
βHow much do you pay Tom Tripp?β asked Herbert.
He knew, but he wanted to draw Mr. Graham out.
βI pay Thomas a dollar and fifty cents a week,β answered the storekeeper, in a tone which indicated that he regarded this, on the whole, as rather a munificent sum.
βAnd he works from seven in the morning till nine o'clock at night,β proceeded Herbert.
βThem are the hours,β said Ebenezer, who knew better how to make money than to speak grammatically.
βIt makes a pretty long day,β observed Mrs. Carr.
βSo it does, ma'am, but it's no longer than I work myself.β
βYou get paid rather better, I presume.β
βOf course, ma'am, as I am the proprietor.β
βI couldn't think of working for any such sum,β said Herbert, decidedly.
Mr. Graham looked disturbed, for he had reasons for desiring to secure Herbert, who was familiar with the routine of post-office work.
βWell,β he said, βI might be able to offer you a leetle more, as you know how to tend the post office. That's worth somethin'! I'll give youβlemme seeβtwenty-five cents more; that is, a dollar and seventy-five cents a week.β
Herbert and his mother exchanged glances. They hardly knew whether to feel more amused or disgusted at their visitor's meanness.
βMr. Graham,β said Herbert, βif you wish to secure my services, you will have to pay me three dollars a week.β
The storekeeper held up both hands in dismay.
βThree dollars a week for a boy!β he exclaimed.
βYes, sir; I will come for a short time for that sum, till you get used to
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