A Lucky Deal; or The 'Cutest Boy in Wall StreetSelf-made man
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A Lucky Deal; or The 'Cutest Boy in Wall Street
Self-made man
Bildungsromans; Deals -- Fiction; Dime novels; Wall Street (New York, N.Y.) -- Fiction
“As you didn’t actually see her take it, of course we can’t accuse her.
She must have found out that you kept money in that drawer and made
up her mind to steal it at the first chance. She must have been pretty
slick to get away with it right under your nose. Well, it’s pretty
tough. I never thought much of the McFaddens. Maggie isn’t my style
of a girl, and Denny, her brother, hangs ’round with a crowd that I
wouldn’t think of associating with. He blows in most of his wages on
horse-racing. Well, mother, how are we going to pay the rent?”
“That’s what worries me. The agent was here and was much put out
because I could not pay him. He has allowed me three days to get the
money together again. If the rent is not paid by Friday he told me we’d
have to move.”
“Gee! This is simply fierce! And to think that everything looked so
bright to me a while ago!”
“If I only knew where I could borrow fifteen dollars, we could pay it
back in a little while, now that you have secured a position,” said
Mrs. Hazard.
“You got the situation through one of the ‘World’ ads, didn’t you,
John?” asked his sister.
“No, sis; and you could never guess how I did get it. They don’t often
advertise those kind of jobs.”
“Dear me,” said Annie, curiously, “do tell us how you got it, then.”
“Why, John,” interrupted his mother, in a tone of great surprise,
“where on earth did you get those clothes? I didn’t notice them till
this moment,” and she came over and examined his new suit closely.
“Why, it looks like an expensive suit!”
“I guess it is, mother,” laughed Jack. “It was one of the best in the
store.”
“Oh, Jack,” cried his sister, eagerly, “do tell us how you came to get
it. Where are the clothes you had on this morning when you left home?”
“I expect they will be delivered here some time to-day. The fact of the
matter is, I took a hasty bath in the East River.”
“John,” gasped his mother, “what are you talking about?”
Whereupon Jack related his exciting experiences of the morning and how
it had led to his getting the position of messenger in Mr. Atherton’s
office.
“Why,” exclaimed his sister, excitedly, “you’ll have your name in the
papers, and everybody will be calling you a hero.”
“I hope they won’t lose any sleep over the matter; I know I sha’n’t.”
“Well, the little girl would have been drowned only for you.”
“I guess she would,” admitted Jack. “I didn’t expect to get anything
for what I did; but all the same, I’m not kicking because I was
presented with a good job. We need the money, sis.”
“When do you begin your duties?”
“To-morrow morning at nine o’clock.”
“And when do you get through?”
“Five o’clock.”
“Dear me, you have bankers’ hours, haven’t you?”
“I’m satisfied.”
“I should think you would be,” smiled his sister. “Now, if we hadn’t
lost the rent money, I think we would all be perfectly happy.”
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