Paul the Peddler; Or, The Fortunes of a Young Street Merchant by Jr. Horatio Alger (best finance books of all time TXT) π
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At length he had hit upon selling prize packages, and his first experience in that line are recorded in the previous chapter. Adding only that it was now a year since his father's death, we resume our narrative.
βDo you want to know how much I've made, mother?β asked Paul, looking up at length from his calculation.
βYes, Paul.β
βA dollar and thirty cents.β
βI did not think it would amount to so much. The prizes came to considerable, didn't they?β
βListen, and I will tell you how I stand:
One pound of candy . . . . . . . . .20 Two packs of envelopes . . . . . . . .10 Prize. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .90 ββ That makes . . . . . . . . . . . . $1.20I sold the fifty packages at five cents each, and that brought me in two dollars and a half. Taking out the expenses, it leaves me a dollar and thirty cents. Isn't that doing well for one morning's work?β
βIt's excellent; but I thought your prizes amounted to more than ninety cents.β
βSo they did, but several persons who bought wouldn't take their prizes, and that was so much gain.β
βYou have done very well, Paul. I wish you might earn as much every day.β
βI'm going to earn some more this afternoon. I bought a pound of candy on the way home, and some cheap envelopes, and I'll be making up a new stock while I am waiting for dinner.β
Paul took out his candy and envelopes, and set about making up the packages.
βDid any complain of the small amount of candy you put in?β
βA few; but most bought for the sake of the prizes.β
βPerhaps you had better be a little more liberal with your candy, and then there may not be so much dissatisfaction where the prize is only a penny.β
βI don't know but your are right, mother. I believe I'll only make thirty packages with this pound, instead of fifty. Thirty'll be all I can sell this afternoon.β
Just then the door opened, and Paul's brother entered.
Jimmy Hoffman, or lame Jimmy, as he was often called, was a delicate-looking boy of ten, with a fair complexion and sweet face, but incurably lame, a defect which, added to his delicate constitution, was likely to interfere seriously with his success in life. But, as frequently happens, Jimmy was all the more endeared to his mother and brother by his misfortune and bodily weakness, and if either were obliged to suffer from poverty, Jimmy would be spared the suffering.
βWell, Jimmy, have you had a pleasant walk?β asked his mother.
βYes, mother; I went down to Fulton Market. There's a good deal to see there.β
βA good deal more than in this dull room, Jimmy.β
βIt doesn't seem dull to me, mother, while you are here. How did you make out selling your prize packages?β
βThey are all sold, Jimmy, every one. I am making some more.β
βShan't I help you?β
βYes, I would like to have you. Just take those envelopes, and write prize packages on every one of them.β
βAll right, Paul,β and Jimmy, glad to be of use, got the pen and ink, and, gathering up the envelopes, began to inscribe them as he had been instructed.
By the time the packages were made up, dinner was ready. It was not a very luxurious repast. There was a small piece of rump steakβnot more than three-quarters of a poundβa few potatoes, a loaf of bread, and a small plate of butter. That was all; but then the cloth that covered the table was neat and clean, and the knives and forks were as bright as new, and what there was tasted good.
βWhat have you been doing this morning, Jimmy?β asked Paul.
βI have been drawing, Paul. Here's a picture of Friday. I copied it from 'Robinson Crusoe.'β
He showed the picture, which was wonderfully like that in the book, for thisβthe gift of drawingβwas Jimmy's one talent, and he possessed it in no common degree.
βExcellent, Jimmy!β said Paul. βYou're a real genius. I shouldn't be surprised if you'd make an artist some day.β
βI wish I might,β said Jimmy, earnestly. βThere's nothing I'd like better.β
βI'll tell you what, Jimmy. If I do well this afternoon, I'll buy you a drawing-book and some paper, to work on while mother and I are busy.β
βIf you can afford it, Paul, I should like it so much. Some time I might earn something that way.β
βOf course you may,β said Paul, cheerfully. βI won't forget you.β
Dinner over, Paul went out to business, and was again successful, getting rid of his thirty packages, and clearing another dollar. Half of this he invested in a drawing-book, a pencil and some drawing-paper for Jimmy. Even then he had left of his earnings for the day one dollar and eighty cents. But this success in the new business had already excited envy 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 his hand, called out in a businesslike manner, as on the day before, βHere's your prize packages! Only five cents! Money prize in every package! Walk up, gentlemen, and try your luck!β
He met with a fair degree of success at first, managing in the course of an hour to sell ten packages. All the prizes drawn were small, with the exception of one ten-cent prize, which was drawn by a little bootblack, who exclaimed:
βThat's the way to do business, Johnny. If you've got any more of them ten-cent prizes, I'll give you ten cents a piece for the lot.β
βBetter buy some more and see,β said Paul.
βThat don't go down,β said the other. βMaybe there'd be only a penny.β
Nevertheless, the effect of this large prize was to influence the sale of three other packages; but as neither of these contained more than two-cent prizes, trade began
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