"My father may give you a little job," he said, as he leaned over the fence. "What is it?" "He needs some work done round the house. He will pay you fifty cents a day. When can you come?" "Just at present I am too busy. If I can spare the time I will let you know." "I like to see upstarts brought down to their level," thought Conrad. "Andy Grant won't be putting on any more airs, I reckon." On Monday morning Andy stood on the platform of the railroad station with a good-sized gripsack in his hand. He was about starting for New York to enter upon his duties at the jewelry store. Swinging a light cane, Conrad Carter appeared on the platform with his father, who was going to the city on business. With a good deal of surprise he recognized Andy. "Where are you going?" he asked, abruptly, with a glance at the gripsack. "To New York," answered Andy. "What business have you there?" "I have a position in a store on Union Square. I shall be pleased to have you call when you are in the city." Conrad was greatly surprised. "What kind of a store is it?" he asked. "A jewelry store. I haven't a card with me, but will send you one." Conrad didn't appear to be glad at Andy's good fortune. He had made up his mind that his humble rival, as he chose to consider him, would be obliged to work on the farm, and now he had found a way to avoid it. "I think your father will have to find some one else to assist him," Andy continued; "you see, I shall be otherwise occupied." "What pay will you receive?" "If you will excuse me, I would rather not tell." "Oh, just as you like. Where will you live? Will you sleep in the store?" "No; I am to board on Clinton Place, with a Mrs. Norris." "Did you know about this when we were talking the other day?" "Yes." "Why didn't you tell me?" "I would have done so if I had known how much interest you took in my plans." The rumble of the approaching train was heard, and Andy was obliged to enter a car. It chanced that it was unusually full, and Andy found but one vacant seat--the one beside Squire Carter. The squire now noticed Andy for the first time. "Where are you going, Andrew?" he asked. "To New York, sir." "On any special errand?" "I am going to work there." "Indeed! What kind of a place?" "I shall have a place with Mr. Flint, of Union Square, a jeweler." "I suppose Mr. Gale obtained you the place?" "Yes, sir." "I am not sure that you are acting wisely. I doubt if you can make expenses. What are you to be paid?" "Five dollars a week." "That is very fair pay for a boy of your age, but it won't go very far in New York." "I suppose New York is an expensive place to live in," said Andy, noncommittally. "Yes. You will have to pay all your wages for board. Your other expenses will have to come out of your father's pocket." "I may be advanced." "It will be a good while, first. You seem to be acting very injudiciously."