Wait and Hope; Or, A Plucky Boy's LuckAlger, Horatio, Jr.
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Wait and Hope; Or, A Plucky Boy's Luck
Alger, Horatio, Jr.
Boys -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction
On his arrival in Montreal, Ben ascertained where Mr. Brief's office
was, but deferred going to see him. He felt very properly that he
ought to attend to the business of his employers first, and then, when
he could do so without detriment to their interests look after his
own. He was very anxious to succeed. He knew very well that
Jones & Porter had serious doubts about the expediency of
sending so young a representative to Montreal.
In calling upon different booksellers he exerted himself to the
utmost. Though but sixteen, his address was pleasing, his manner
self-possessed and he was courteous and gentlemanly, so that he
won favorable regards of those with whom he had business
relations. The result was that he received quite a number of orders,
which he at once sent forward by mail.
Thus three days were spent. On the morning of the fourth, he called
at the office of Solomon Brief.
"What do you want, boy?" asked a clerk.
"I want to see Mr. Brief."
"His time is too valuable to be taken up by boys."
"If I had a clerk like you I would soon get rid of him."
"You would, hey?" blustered the young man, advancing threateningly.
Ben didn't budge and the clerk stopped short.
"Did you say you came on business?" he inquired.
"That I will tell Mr. Brief," said Ben firmly.
"You are from the States, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"That accounts for your impudence."
"I should know you were not from the States."
"Why?"
"Because you are so uncivil."
"Look here, young fellow, you'd better clear out, if you don't want
to get kicked out."
"Who is to do the kicking?"
"I am."
"I wouldn't advise you to try it."
"Why not?"
"It wouldn't be prudent."
"Ho! ho!" laughed the clerk sarcastically.
"Once more," said Ben. "I request you to announce me to Mr. Brief.
He is executor of Mr. Baldwin's estate, I believe."
"Yes."
"Why didn't you tell me that was your business?"
"I couldn't see that it mattered to you."
At this moment the inner door opened, and a tall man, with reddish
hair and mutton-chop whiskers of the same hue, made his appearance.
"What's this Frederic? Who is this boy?"
"I wish to see you on business connected with Mr. Baldwin's estate
sir," said Ben; "but this young man appears to have an objection to
the interview."
"Why don't you bring him in?"
"I didn't suppose he had any business with you."
"Who constituted you a judge of that, sir? Hereafter leave me to
decide. Boy, come in."
Mr. Brief threw himself into an office chair.
"Well, who are you?" he asked.
"My name is Benjamin Bradford."
"Well?"
"You wrote a letter to my aunt, Mrs. Jane Bradford, of Milltown,
Massachusetts, not long since."
"Exactly. Do you represent her?"
"I do."
"Very well. Did you bring the three hundred dollars which she owes
to the estate of my client?"
"No, sir."
"What then?"
"I came to repeat what I have written you, that my aunt was
authorized to occupy the house rent-free."
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