SAM LOSES HIS PLACE.
"Mr. Dalton wants you to go to the bank, and make a deposit," said
William Budd, to Sam, on the forenoon of the same day.
"All right," said Sam.
"Be particularly careful, as the deposit is unusually large."
"Oh, yes, I'll be careful."
Sam received the checks and drafts, amounting to several thousand
dollars, and started for the Fourth National Bank, on Nassau Street.
When he had accomplished a part of the distance, he met an old
acquaintance, whom he had known in his boot-blacking days.
"How are you, Sam?" said Tim Brady. "I haven't seen you for a long
time."
"I'm all right, Tim. I haven't seen you, either. Where have you
been?"
"To Boston," answered Tim, briefly.
"You have!" exclaimed Sam, interested. "How did you like it?"
"I don't like it as well as York."
"Why not? Ain't it a nice place?"
"'Tisn't half as big as York. Besides, there ain't half so much fun.
There ain't no Old Bowery there, nor Tony Pastor's. I didn't know what
to do with myself nights."
"What were you doing? Did you black boots?"
"No," answered Tim. "I was in a store on Dock Square."
"What sort of a store?"
"Clothing store."
"How did you get the place?"
"It is kept by a cousin of the old woman. He wrote that he'd take me
if I'd come on. So I went; but I didn't like it."
"Where did you live?"
"With him. He had a house in Chelsea, just over the river, like
Brooklyn is. I got my board and a dollar a week."
"That ain't much," said Sam.
"No, I should say not. I had to pay my way over the ferry out of it,
too. It didn't leave me no money for cigars nor nothing."
"How long were you there?"
"About three months. I would not have stayed so long, only I couldn't
get money to get back."
"You got it at last; or did you walk back?"
"Walk? I guess not. It's three or four hundred miles."
This was not quite exact, but near enough for a guess.
"How much did it cost you to come back?"
"Five dollars."
"That's a good deal. Where did you get so much?"
"I found it in the street one day," answered Tim, with a little
hesitation.
"How long have you been back?"
"About a week. I've been looking round for you. Where do you hang
out?"
"I've got a room of my own," answered Sam, with an air of importance.
"You have! You're in luck. What are you doin'?"
"I've got a place with Dalton & Co., on Pearl Street."
"What business?
"Merchant. He's awful rich. Just look at that!"
Sam displayed his bundle of checks.
"I don't see nothin' particular except some bits of paper."
"You don't know anything about business, Tim. Them's checks."
"Are they?"
"They're good for a lot of money. Here's a check for twelve hundred
dollars, and there's others besides."
"That piece of paper worth twelve hundred dollars!" said Tim,
incredulously.
"Yes."
"What are you going to do with it?"
"Take it to the bank."
"What bank?"
"Fourth National Bank."
Tim looked at Sam with respect. He must certainly occupy a responsible
business position if he was trusted with such a large amount of
money.
Sam, in putting back his checks, was careless enough to drop the
twelve-hundred-dollar check. He hurried off, unconscious of his loss,
and Tim quietly secured it. He ought to have restored it to Sam, as he
easily might have done; but an idea struck him. He would instead carry
it round to Mr. Dalton, and in all probability secure a reward for his
honesty. This was sharp practice, and hardly consistent with
friendship for Sam; but Tim was a boy not particularly scrupulous, who
cared more for number one than for any friend. He went into a store
near by, ascertained the number of Mr. Dalton's place of business, and
hurried down there.
"Is the boss in?" he asked of William Budd, whom he first
encountered.
"Yes."
"I'd like to see him."
"What for?"
"Important business," answered Tim.
Budd looked at him rather incredulously.
"If you want to apply for a place, it's no use. We've got a boy
already."
"That ain't my business. I've picked up something in the street that
belongs to Mr. Dalton, I'm thinkin'."
"What is it?"
"A check."
"Sam must have dropped it," thought William, instantly. "Let me see
it," he said, aloud.
"I'll show it to the boss," said Tim, obstinately.
"Come on, then."
"Here is a boy, Mr. Dalton, who thinks he has found something
belonging to you," said the young man.
Mr. Dalton looked up.
"What is it, my boy?" he said.
"It's a check," said Tim, and, taking off his ragged hat, he handed
the paper to Mr. Dalton.
"It's Nesbitt's check for twelve hundred dollars!" exclaimed the
merchant. "Where did you find it?"
"In Nassau Street."
"How could it be there, Mr. Budd?" asked Mr. Dalton.
"I sent Sam to the bank not long since. He must have dropped it. It is
not the first time he has been careless."
"I am afraid we shall have to discharge him. How does he perform his
duties generally?"
"Not very satisfactorily, sir."
"Send him to me as soon as he returns. Now, my boy, what is your
name?"
"Tim Brady, sir."
"Did you know the value of this check?"
"Yes, sir; it's worth twelve hundred dollars."
"How did you know where to bring it?"
"I saw the name, and looked in the 'Directory' to find your place of
business."
"You are a good and honest boy."
"Thank you, sir; I try to be," said Tim, meekly.
"You have done me a service. Here are ten dollars."
"Thank you, sir," said Tim, joyfully. "You're a gentleman."
Mr. Dalton smiled.
"Always keep honest. 'Honesty is the best policy.'"
"I think so myself, sir," said Tim.
Tim retired quite elated. From a corner nearly opposite he watched for
Sam's return.
"He looks sober," said Tim to himself. "It's likely he'll get
'bounced.' I wonder will I stand a chance for his place."
"Sam," said William Budd, on his entrance, "Mr. Dalton wants to see
you."
Sam looked startled. He had ascertained his loss, and was perplexed
and troubled about it.
Mr. Dalton looked up as he entered.
"Have you been to the bank, Samuel?" he asked.
"Yes, sir."
"Did you deposit all the checks given you?"
"I lost one check some way," stammered Sam.
"You must have been very careless," said his employer, in a tone of
reproof.
"I don't think I was," said Sam.
"You must have been. Did you not know that you had charge of a large
amount?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then, knowing this, you should have been particularly careful."
"I'll go back and look for it, sir."
"Fortunately there is no need of this, as it was picked up and brought
here by an honest boy. It was a check for twelve hundred dollars."
"Then, you've got it again?" said Sam, relieved. "Shall I go round to
the bank and carry it?"
"No, I shall not again trust you to go to the bank. Indeed, I am sorry
to say that I cannot retain you in my employ."
"I hope you'll keep me," said Sam, alarmed.
"I cannot do it in justice to myself. Call Mr. Budd."
William Budd entered.
"Mr. Budd," said Mr. Dalton, "I think you told me you had a cousin who
desired a place."
"Yes, sir."
"Tell him to come here to-morrow. I have discharged Sam."
"Thank you, sir."
"I do not forget, Sam," continued the merchant, "that you once
rendered me a service in bringing home my little boy. I regret that I
cannot keep you in my employ. To compensate you for the
disappointment, I will give you twenty-five dollars, and you are at
liberty to go at once if you desire it."
Sam's eyes sparkled with pleasure. He felt so rich that he cared
little for the loss of his place.
"Thank you, sir," he said.
"I wish you good luck, Samuel," said Mr. Dalton, good-naturedly.
Again Sam thanked him, and left the store looking so cheerful that
Tim, who was watching for his appearance, was quite bewildered.
"He seems glad he's 'bounced,'" thought Tim. "I'll go and ask him
about it."