Rupert Rollins, a tall boy of sixteen, was engaged in folding some pieces of cloth which had been shown during the day to customers. It was the principal salesroom of Tenney & Rhodes, who conducted a large wholesale dry goods house in the lower part of New York city. "Very well, Harry," he said. "I will go at once. I wonder what he wants to see me about." "I don't know. I hope it is to raise your wages." "That isn't likely in these dull times, though a raise would be very welcome." When Rupert had finished folding the pieces he was upon he left his place and knocked at the door of a small room occupied by the superintendent. A man of about forty was seated at a desk writing. "Mr. Frost," said Rupert, respectfully, "I hear you wish to speak with me." "Yes; take a seat." Rupert was tired, for he had been on his feet all day, and was glad to sink into a chair near the door. "How long have you been in our employ?" asked the superintendent, in the quick tones habitual to him. "Nearly six months." "So I supposed. You are one of the last clerks taken on." "Yes, sir." "I am sorry, I have bad news for you. Mr. Tenney feels, in view of the dullness in business, that it will be advisable to diminish his clerical force. As you are one of the last taken on, he has selected you and a few others for discharge." Rupert turned pale. What a terrible misfortune this would be to him he well knew. The future seemed to him dark indeed. "I hope, sir," he said, in an unsteady voice, "that the firm is not dissatisfied with me." "Oh, no. No indeed! I have heard only good reports of you. We shall be glad to recommend you to any other firm." "Thank you, sir. When do you wish me to go?" "You can stay till the end of the week." Rupert bowed and left the room. His head was in a whirl, and he felt that a calamity had indeed fallen upon him. His wages were but five dollars a week, but this sum, small as it was, was the main support of his mother and sister, the latter a chronic invalid, only two years younger than himself. What they were to do when this small income was taken away he could not conjecture. He felt that he must look out at once for a new place. "Well, Rupert, what business did the superintendent have with you?" asked Harry Bacon, Rupert's most intimate friend in the store. "Only to tell me that I was discharged," said Rupert, quietly. "Why, that's a shame!" exclaimed Harry, impetuously. "What are you discharged for?" "Only on account of dull times. The house will give me a recommendation." "It seems too bad you are to go. Why didn't they discharge me, too?" "You have been here longer, and it is only those last taken on who must go. I suppose it is all right, but it is hard." "Keep up your courage, Rupert. It isn't as if you were discharged for cause. With a recommendation from Tenney & Rhodes you ought to find another place here."