Walter Sherwood's Probation by Jr. Horatio Alger (good romance books to read txt) 📕

the money and keep the rest yourself. Is that satisfactory?”

“Perfectly so, sir.” Walter played till one o'clock. He felt rather tired when he got through, but he saw that he was making a favorable impression, and the two dollars which he would receive for himself would be of great service.

The man who first spoke to him paid him the money.

“I hope I gave satisfaction,” said Walter.

“Yes, you did, and no mistake; but some of the girls were sorry they couldn't have you for a partner.”

Walter blushed.

“I am afraid,” he said, “that I couldn't play and dance, too.”

At his age few young men are indifferent to the favorable opinion of young ladies, and Walter would have been glad to have participated in the dancing. However, just at present, money was more acceptable to him than anything else.

When the week was concluded, the professor looked over his accounts and ascertained that Walter's commission amounted to nine dollars and sixty cents. The two dollars he had received for outside services carried his week's earnings to nearly twelve dollars.

He had been out with Professor Robinson a month when he had a surprise. It was in the town of Glenwood. His violin drew the usual crowd, who were listening with complimentary attention, when a young man, who casually paused to judge of the musician's merits, started in amazement.

“By Jove!” he exclaimed to a young lady who accompanied him. “That's my classmate, Sherwood.”

“What do you mean, Hugh?” asked the young lady.

“I mean that the young man who is playing the violin is my college classmate, Walter Sherwood.”

“But what on earth can have put him in such a position? Is he poor?”

“He had the reputation of being rich in college, but I remember that at the close of the sophomore year he was reported to have lost his money.”

“He is nice-looking!” said the young lady, after a critical examination of Walter.

“Yes, and he's no end of a nice fellow. I am truly sorry that he is so reduced.”

“Shall you go and speak to him?”

“Yes; but I shall have to wait till he is at leisure.”

“Then I will go home by myself and leave you to confer together; and, by the way, Hugh, you know we are to have a little company to-night. Do you think your friend would play for us? He really plays uncommonly well.”

“I will invite him as a guest. I shouldn't want to treat him as a professional performer. We can afford to treat him as an equal, for he is of good family, and brought up as a gentleman.”

“I am quite willing to receive him as such.”

Hugh Longwood remained in the crowd, and when the playing was over pushed up to the wagon. Walter was assisting the professor in serving out bottles of the famous balm.

“You may give me a bottle, Walter,” said Longwood.

“By gracious, Hugh Longwood!” exclaimed Walter. “Who would have expected to see you here?”

“This is my home. But we certainly do meet under strange circumstances. What on earth led you into this business?”

“Thrift, thrift, Hugh,” answered Walter, with a smile. “Let me tell you that I am making a good living and benefiting my fellow men.”

“But it is such a change from Euclid College.”

“True.”

“Such a come down!”

“I don't know about that. I am afraid my career there was not particularly creditable. Now I am working and earning my own living. Can you wait till we get through here? Then I will talk with you as long as you like.”

“Agreed. I am curious to hear of your adventures.” Professor Robinson proposed to stay in Glenwood overnight, so that Walter had plenty of time to see his friend.

“My sister is to have a party of friends this evening, and she commissions me to invite you.”

“But,” hesitated Walter, “I have no dress suit here.”

“You look well enough.”

“Besides, I am filling a very humble position.”

“We know who you are, and that you are a gentleman. That is enough. Will you come?”

“Yes, I will,” answered Walter, heartily. “It will be like a taste of the old life.”

“And if we should ask you to favor us on the violin?”

“I shall be glad to contribute to the pleasure of the evening. But you haven't told me why you are not back at college.”

“My father is anxious to have me help him in his business. His health is not what it was. Not being likely to set the river on fire in any literary profession, I decided to give up the college for the counting-room.”

“I think you did right.”