Paul resolved to buy a bureau, if he could get one cheap, for at present he had absolutely no place in which to keep his small stock of clothing. He did not know exactly where the money was coming from, but he was hopeful, and had faith in himself. He was not waiting for something to turn up, as many lazy boys do, but he meant himself to turn up something. Having concluded a bargain for the room, paying a dollar down, and promising to pay a further sum on Saturday night when he received his weekly pay, he returned to old Jerry. “Well, Jerry,” he said cheerfully, “I’ve found a room.” “Where is it, Paul?” “In Ludlow Street.” “Then let us go--at once. James might change his mind, and come round tonight. I don’t want to see him. He is a bold, bad man.” Paul suggested that they had better not leave word with the neighbors where they were going, as this might furnish a clew to James Barclay, and put him on his father’s track. Old Jerry eagerly assented to this, and the two started for their new home. They had very little to carry--at any rate, this was the case with the miser, and Paul’s wardrobe was not too extensive for him to carry it all with him at once. When Jerry saw the room that Paul had engaged he was alarmed. “This--this is too fine for us, Paul,” he said. “We can’t afford to pay for it. How much is the rent?” “Six dollars a month,” answered Paul. “We shall be ruined!” ejaculated Jerry, turning pale. “It is two dollars more than we paid in the old place,” said Paul, “but it won’t come out of you. I will make a new arrangement with you--I will pay the entire rent, and give you a dollar and a half a week.” “Make it two dollars, Paul,” said Jerry, in a coaxing tone. “What are you thinking of? Do you want to starve me?” demanded Paul, sternly. “I--I am so poor, Paul,” whined the miser. “So am I,” answered Paul, “but I must keep enough to pay for my meals.” Jerry saw that it would be useless to contest the point further, and settled himself in his new quarters, rather enjoying the improvement, but groaning inwardly over Paul’s extravagance. Paul threw himself on the lounge, after taking off his coat and vest, and, covering himself with a blanket, was soon sound asleep. [Illustration: PAUL THREW HIMSELF ON THE LOUNGE, AND SOON WAS FAST ASLEEP.] CHAPTER IX. PAUL BECOMES A CAPITALIST. Paul did not fail to meet the appointment at Mr. Cunningham’s office the next morning. He had no difficulty in getting away, for it was understood at the office that he was wanted to run an errand and his time would be paid for. “You seem to be in with the Cunninghams, Number 91,” said the superintendent. “Yes, sir, they are very kind to me,” answered Paul. “That is well. We like to have boys on good terms with customers. It increases the business of the office.” Mr. Cunningham was talking with another gentleman when Paul entered his office.