Christian life -- Juvenile fiction; Clergy -- Juvenile fiction; Social classes -- Juvenile fiction; Temperance -- Juvenile fiction
"It is something over four years since you came to
me one night with my ten-dollar bill, since which
time my eyes have been on you. I did not present
you with the bill then and there, as I was tempted
to do. I am not one of the croakers who think it
sinful to reward honesty. God rewards every day
our efforts toward the right; but I think the
reward can come too suddenly when man takes it
into his own hands. I stayed my hand. I determined
instead to keep you in view, and keep the helping
hand stretched out, unseen by you; but ready to
come to your aid in time of need. No such a time
has come to you. The Lord evidently took you for
his own, and gave his angels charge concerning
you. I have watched and waited. I know all about
your character, young man, and more about your
education than you think.
"As I said, your time of need, for which I have
been waiting, has not come, but mine has. I need
just such a young man as you--one who will be
prompt, active and efficient. You know my place of
business, and that I make few changes. I do not
like the business you have chosen. Keeping an
eating saloon is a respectable employment, always
provided that the business is respectably
conducted, which yours has been. I do not doubt
that you have done much good. You have fought the
giant enemy of this present time nobly and well.
But the business is not suited to your capacity,
by which I mean that your capacity overruns the
business. Your pet enemy needs fighting, not only
with strong principles but with money, and a
certain kind of business power, both of which I
can put you in the way to gain more rapidly.
"In short, if you choose to come to me as one of
my confidential clerks, on a salary which I will
name when I see you, and which shall rise as you
rise, I shall be glad to talk with you this
evening at eight o'clock. If you have no idea of
making a change in business; if your present
occupation suits you, I will not trouble you to
make me any reply other than to return this
communication to me through the post-office, and
we will quietly let the matter drop.
"Yours truly,
"JOHN S. S. STEPHENS."
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