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โI'd like to go into the business.โ
โYou'd better open a second-hand clothing store,โ suggested Paul, glancing at his companion's ragged attire.
โMaybe I will,โ said Jim with a grin, โif you'll buy of me.โ
โI don't like the style,โ said Paul. โWho's your tailor?โ
โHe lives round in Chatham street. Say, can't you lend a fellow a couple of shillin' to buy some breakfast?โ
โHave you done any work to-day?โ
โNo.โ
โThen you can't expect to eat if you don't work.โ
โI didn't have no money to start with.โ
โSuppose you had a quarter, what would you do?โ
โI'd buy a ten-cent plate of meat, and buy some evenin' papers with the rest.โ
โIf you'll do that, I'll give you what you ask for.โ
โYou'll give me two shillin'?โ repeated Jim, incredulously, for he remembered how he had wronged Paul.
โYes,โ said Paul. โHere's the money;โ and he drew a twenty-five-cent piece from his vest pocket, and handed it to Jim.
โYou give me that after the mean trick I played you?โ said Jim.
โYes; I am sorry for you and want to help you along.โ
โYou're a brick!โ exclaimed Jim, emphatically. โIf any feller tries to play a trick on you, you just tell me, and I'll lam him.โ
โAll right, Jim!โ said Paul, kindly; โI'll remember it.โ
โThere ain't anybody you want licked, is there?โ asked Jim, earnestly.
โNot at present, thank you,โ said Paul, smiling.
โWhen you do, I'm on hand,โ said Jim. โNow I'll go and get some grub.โ
He shuffled along toward Ann street, where there was a cheap eating-house, in which ten cents would pay for a plate of meat. He was decidedly hungry, and did justice to the restaurant, whose style of cookery, though not very choice, suited him so well that he could readily have eaten three plates of meat instead of one, but for the prudent thought that compelled him to reserve enough to embark in business afterwards. Jim was certainly a hard ticket; but Paul's unexpected kindness had won him, and produced a more profound impression than a dozen floggings could have done. I may add that Jim proved luck in his business investment, and by the close of the afternoon had enough money to provide himself with supper and lodging, besides a small fund to start with the next day.
Paul sold three more neckties, and then, though it yet lacked an hour of the time when he generally proposed to close, he prepared to go home. He wanted to communicate the good news to his mother and little Jimmy.
Mrs. Hoffman raised her eyes from her sewing as he entered.
โWell, Paul,โ she said, โhave you heard anything of the ring?โ
โYes, mother, it's sold.โ
โIs it? Well, we must do without it, then,โ said his mother in a tone of disappointment.
โThere won't be any trouble about that, mother, as long as we have got the money for it. I would rather have that than the ring.โ
โDid you recover it, then?โ asked his mother, eagerly.
โYes, motherโlisten and I will tell you all about it.โ
He sat down and told the story to two very attentive listeners.
โWhat did you do with the money, Paul?โ asked Jimmy.
โMr. Preston is keeping a hundred and fifty dollars for me. He will allow seven per cent. interest. But I must not forget that the money belongs to you, mother, and not to me. Perhaps you would prefer to deposit it in a savings bank.โ
โI am quite satisfied with your disposal of it, Paul,โ said Mrs. Hoffman. โI little thought, when I found the ring, that it would be of such service to us.โ
โIt has set me up in business,โ said Paul, โand I am sure to make money. But I am getting out of stock. I must go round and buy some more neckties to-morrow.โ
โHow much do you pay for your ties, Paul?โ asked his mother.
โOne shilling; I sell them for two. That gives me a good profit.โ
โI wonder whether I couldn't make them?โ said Mrs. Hoffman. โI find there is no sewing at present to be got, and, besides,โ she added, โI think I would rather work for you than for a stranger.โ
โThere is no need of your working, mother. I can earn enough to support the family.โ
โWhile I have health I would prefer to work, Paul.โ
โThen I will bring round some of the ties to-morrow. I have two or three kinds. There is nothing very hard about any of them. I think they would be easy to make.โ
โThat will suit me much better than making shirts.โ
โSuppose 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?โ
โI think I would leave the business part in your hands, Paul.โ
โI begin to feel like a wholesale merchant already,โ said Paul. โWho knows but I may be one some day?โ
โMany successful men have begun as low down,โ said his mother; โwith energy and industry much may be accomplished.โ
โDo you think I'll ever be a wholesale painter?โ asked Jimmy, whose small ears had drank in the conversation.
โBetter try for it, Jimmy,โ said Paul. โI don't know exactly what a wholesale painter is, unless it's one who paints houses.โ
โI shouldn't like that,โ said the little boy.
โThen, Jimmy, you'd better be a retail painter.โ
โI guess I will,โ 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 โSlow and Sure; or, From the Sidewalk to the Shop.โ Before this appears, however, I propose to describe the adventures of a friend and protegee of Paul'sโunder the title of PHIL THE FIDDLER; OR, THE YOUNG STREET MUSICIAN.
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