Do and Dare — a Brave Boy's Fight for FortuneAlger, Horatio, Jr.
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Do and Dare — a Brave Boy's Fight for Fortune
Alger, Horatio, Jr.
Diligence -- Juvenile fiction; Success -- Juvenile fiction; Youth -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction
“I am glad to hear it, Tom,” said Herbert, heartily. “I didn't want to
feel that I was depriving you of employment.”
“You are welcome to my place in the store,” said Tom. “I'm glad to give
it up. Mr. Graham seemed to think I was made of iron, and I could work
like a machine, without getting tired. I hope he pays you more than a
dollar and a half a week.”
“He has agreed to pay me three dollars,” said Herbert.
Tom whistled in genuine amazement.
“What! has the old man lost his senses?” he exclaimed. “He must be crazy
to offer such wages as that.”
“He didn't offer them. I told him I wouldn't come for less.”
“I don't see how he came to pay such a price.”
“Because he wanted me to take care of the post office. I know all about
it, and he doesn't.”
“As soon as he learns, he will reduce your wages.”
“Then I shall leave him.”
“Well, I hope you'll like store work better than I do.”
The next two or three days were spent in removing the post office to
one corner of Eben-ezer Graham's store. The removal was superintended by
Herbert, who was not interfered with to any extent by his employer, nor
required to do much work in the store. Our hero was agreeably surprised,
and began to think he should get along better than he anticipated.
At the end of the first week the storekeeper, while they were closing
the shutters, said: “I expect, Herbert, you'd just as lieves take your
pay in groceries and goods from the store?”
“No, sir,” answered Herbert, “I prefer to be paid in money, and to pay
for such goods as we buy.”
“I don't see what odds it makes to you,” said Ebenezer. “It comes to the
same thing, doesn't it?”
“Then if it comes to the same thing,” retorted Herbert, “why do you want
to pay me in goods?”
“Ahem! It saves trouble. I'll just charge everything you buy, and give
you the balance Saturday night.”
“I should prefer the money, Mr. Graham,” said Herbert, firmly.
So the storekeeper, considerably against his will, drew three dollars in
bills from the drawer and handed them to his young clerk.
“It's a good deal of money, Herbert,” he said, “for a boy. There ain't
many men would pay you such a good salary.”
“I earn every cent of it, Mr. Graham,” said Herbert, whose views on the
salary question differed essentially from those of his employer.
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