Coming of age -- Juvenile fiction; Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction
"Very well. We will appoint Andy umpire, or referee, whatever you call
it."
Conrad was not altogether pleased with this selection, but he waived his
objections and the race was rowed, Andy giving the signal.
Conrad won by a dozen lengths, Mr. Gale making a very good second.
"You have won, Conrad," said the young man, good-naturedly. "Here is the
prize."
Conrad pocketed the bill with a good deal of satisfaction.
"I will row you any day," he said.
Walter Gale shook his head.
"I must wait till I have improved," he said, "or you will beat me every
time."
Conrad would much prefer to have beaten Andy, but the two dollars gave
him not a little satisfaction.
"Mr. Gale must be rich," he reflected. "I wish I could get in with him."
"As Andy has to work on the farm," he said, "I shall be glad to go out
with you any afternoon."
"Thank you; but I have made an arrangement with Andy that will save him
from the necessity of farm work."
Conrad opened his eyes in surprise.
Later in the evening, when he met Andy at the village store, he asked:
"How much does Mr. Gale pay you for going with him?"
"The arrangement is private, Conrad, or I would tell you."
"How much are you with him?"
"I go to the hotel at nine o'clock in the morning."
"What do you do then?"
"He calls me his private secretary."
"Do you get as much as three dollars a week?"
"I am sorry, I can't tell you."
"Oh, well, if it is such a profound secret. You seem to have got in with
him."
"He treats me very kindly."
"Is he rich?"
"I don't know, but I presume he is."
"I don't see what keeps him in such a dull hole as Arden, when he could
live in the city and be in the midst of things."
"At any rate, it is lucky for me that he chooses to stay here."
"What on earth does he want of a private secretary?" demanded Conrad.
"Perhaps you had better ask him."
"Probably he only hires you out of pity."
"I won't trouble myself about his motives, as long as he appears to
like having me with him."
Several days passed. The mornings were spent in study, the afternoons on
the pond.
There had been no change in the program, so that Andy was surprised
when, one morning, Mr. Gale said:
"We will omit our lessons this morning; I am going to send you to Benton
on an errand."
"Very well, sir."
"I have an account with the bank, and will send a check by you to be
cashed."
"All right, sir."
"I will engage a top buggy for you at the hotel stable. I suppose you
are used to driving?"
"Oh, yes, sir."
"And I suppose you know the way to Benton?"
"I have been there a good many times."
"Then there will be no trouble."
"When do you want me to start?"
"At eleven o'clock. That would get you home late to dinner. You may,
therefore, stop and dine at the hotel in Benton."
This would make it a day's excursion. Andy liked driving, and the visit
to Benton would be a pleasure to him.
"I will run home and tell mother I shall not be back to dinner," he
said.
"Very well. Be back here at eleven o'clock."
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