When she had finally consented to take her departure, I wrote a note to
the Honorable Ernest and to one or two other friends, announcing that we
had suddenly been called home, and then I sat up far into the night
putting my new-fangled wardrobe into a plausible condition. To be
patched but neat seemed to me the most endurable and ingratiating, and
at the same time an equally secure guise in which to figure, and I
devoted my energies to accomplishing that result before morning. On that
same day also, to my great relief, I succeeded in bundling off Aunt
Helen without further ado, and the field was cleared for operations. I
should have to trust my maid to some extent, and possibly to change my
lodgings; but otherwise I had swept away all obstacles to the indulgence
of this new piece of eccentricity.
It occurred to me, on the way down-town, that Mr. Prime would doubtless
make some inquiries as to my previous history and present circumstances,
and that I must go a step further and concoct some rational story in
order to carry out my deception successfully. I was correct in my
surmise. He received me with kindness, and showing me into his
private office asked a few direct questions, which I answered to his
satisfaction seemingly. I represented myself as one of that much-to-be
pitied class, referred to by Mr. Chelm, of well-educated but impecunious
young people, who only needed employment to be comfortable and happy. I
had no parents, nor brothers and sisters, and up to this time had
supported myself by teaching and by copying; but the stress of the times
had little by little cut off the sources of my income, and when he met
me yesterday I had sunk down exhausted and in despair over the prospect
of finding anything to do. Such was my pitiful tale.
Fortunately my handwriting did not require to be explained away or
disguised like the rest of me. It spoke for itself, being legible and
bold, somewhat resembling a man's in the latter particular. Mr. Prime
looked pleased as he glanced at the specimen I prepared for his
inspection, and I felt that the battle was won. A few minutes later I
was engaged as a confidential clerk at a modest salary. My duties for
the time were to answer letters, and to copy out and arrange sets of
figures at his direction; and he suggested that I should as soon as
possible learn short-hand.
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