OUT OF WORK.
On Saturday Rupert received his last week's wages at the store.
"I am awfully sorry you are going, Rupert," said Harry Bacon. "It is a
shame you are discharged."
"No, it is not a shame. It is only because business is dull that I have
to go. I can't blame the firm."
Rupert ascended the stairway at his humble home in Elizabeth Street with
a slow step. He felt that he could no longer conceal his discharge from
his mother, and he knew what a blow it would be to her. So as he handed
the money to Mrs. Rollins he said: "I have bad news for you, mother. I
am discharged."
"Discharged!" repeated his mother, in dismay. "Why? What have you done?"
"There is no dissatisfaction with me. I am discharged because times are
dull, and business has fallen off."
"I am glad at least that no fault is found with you, but what shall we
do? Your salary was all we had to depend upon except the little I make
by sewing."
"Don't be discouraged, mother. I shall start to find a place Monday
morning. I am allowed to refer to the old firm."
"But--do you think there is any chance to get in elsewhere? Won't other
firms be affected by the dull times?"
This was precisely what troubled Rupert, but he answered his mother
cheerfully.
"To-morrow is Sunday," he said. "Don't let us think of the future till
Monday morning. I am sure something will turn up. At the worst, I can
earn something by selling papers."
When Monday morning came Rupert started out on his quest. He had been
sent on errands to several houses in the same line, and he resolved to
go from one to another in the hope of finding a vacancy.
At the first he was pleasantly received. He was recognized as coming
from Tenney & Rhodes, and it was supposed he came on an errand from
them. When he asked for a place the superintendent looked distrustful.
"Why do you leave Tenney & Rhodes?" he was asked.
"Because the times are dull, and they are parting with some of their
clerks."
"Will they recommend you?"
"Yes. Here is a recommendation," and Rupert took a folded paper from the
envelope in which he had placed it.
"That is satisfactory," said the superintendent, his face clearing, "but
the same dullness which has reduced their business affects ours. So far
from taking on new clerks, we may have to discharge some of those at
present in our employ."
Of course there was no more to be said. Rupert visited five other firms,
but in each case the answer was the same. They had no vacancy, and did
not expect to have any.
It was one o'clock, time for lunch, but Rupert did not feel hungry. His
anxiety had taken away his appetite. He rested for an hour on one of
the benches in City Hall Park, and then started out again. He resolved
now to apply for a position of any kind, since there seemed to be no
opening in the business to which he had been trained.
But he met with no better success. Everywhere there were complaints of
hard times.
"You are doing better than I am, my boy," said one business man bluntly.
Rupert looked about the large store in which he was standing, and said:
"I don't see how that can be, sir, I am making nothing."
"And I am making less than nothing. Last month I fell behind five
hundred dollars."
"I am sorry to hear it, sir," said Rupert, in a tone of sympathy.
The merchant looked at him approvingly.
"You appear to be a good boy," he said. "I wish I had a place for you. I
can send you on an errand, if that will be any object to you."
"Anything, sir, will be welcome."
"Then you may take a note from me to a firm in Astor Place. Wait five
minutes and it will be ready."
Rupert took a seat, and in five minutes the merchant reappeared with a
sealed note.
"This is the note," he said, "and here is a quarter for taking it."
"Thank you, sir."
The sum was not large, but Rupert was pleased to think that he would
earn something.
"Well," said his mother, when at five o'clock he entered the room. "Have
you found a place?"
"No, mother, places seem to be scarce. Still, I have earned something."
She looked at him inquiringly.
"It isn't much--only twenty-five cents. I received it for going on an
errand."
"It is better than nothing."
"Yes, it will buy our supper."
Two days more passed. They were equally barren of results. It was
nearing the end of the week, and except the silver quarter Rupert had
earned nothing.
Things began to look serious. But little was left of his last week's
wages, and the time was coming when they would be entirely destitute.
Rupert, as he passed through the business district, reflected sadly that
while thousands were at work there seemed to be no place and no work for
him. He was going down Chambers Street toward the Elevated station when
he saw in front of him a young man, perhaps thirty years of age, whose
unsteady movements seemed to indicate that he was under the influence of
liquor. He came near falling as Rupert neared him.
"Can't I assist you?" asked Rupert, stepping to his side.
The young man glanced at the boy who addressed him with a look of
inquiry.
"Yes," he said. "Take my arm."
Rupert did so.
"Where do you wish to go?" he asked.
"I live in Harlem--at One-hundred-and-Seventeenth Street," replied the
young man. "Have you a couple of hours to spare?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then see me home. I will make it worth your while."
"I shall be glad to do so," said Rupert, cheerfully.
"I suppose you understand what is the matter with me?"
"I should think you had been drinking too much."
"You are right. I have. Shameful, isn't it?"
"Well, it isn't altogether creditable," said Rupert, not wishing to hurt
the other's feelings.
"I should say not. However, it isn't quite so bad as it seems. I haven't
been drinking hard, only I am so constituted that I can drink but little
without its affecting me."
They had now reached the stairway leading up to the Elevated road.
"Help me upstairs, boy. What is your name?"
"Rupert."
"Very well, Rupert."
When they reached the landing the young man took his purse from his
pocket.
"Pay out of that," he said.
Rupert selected a dime and bought two tickets. Then they passed the box
where the tickets were to be deposited, and entered a train which had
just arrived. They took seats in one corner, and the young man sat down
with an air of relief.
"I feel sleepy," he said. "If I should fall asleep, wake me up at
One-hundred-and-Sixteenth Street Station."
"Yes, sir."
Rupert was able now to examine his companion a little more closely. He
did not have a dissipated look, and Rupert judged that he was not in the
habit of allowing himself to be overcome by liquor. Indeed, he had
rather a refined look. It seemed to the boy a pity that he could not
resist the temptation to drink.
As they were approaching One-hundred-and-Sixteenth Street Rupert aroused
his companion, who opened his eyes in a bewildered way.
"Eh? What?" he asked.
"This is where we are to get out, sir."
"Oh, yes, I remember. Let me take your arm."
With this help he got down stairs, and they turned to the left.
"It is perhaps ten minutes' walk," said the young man. "You will see me
all the way home?"
"Yes, sir. Do you feel any better?"
"I can walk a little more steadily. You are sure I am not putting you
out?"
"Oh, yes, sir. I have plenty of time on my hands, for I am out of work."
"Indeed! And are you poor?"
"Yes, sir."
"Don't you live with your father?"
"My father is dead. I am helping to support my mother and sister."
"Why, that is too bad!" said the young man, in a tone of sympathy. "I am
out of work, too, but then I am rich."
"I am not troubled in that way," said Rupert, smiling.
"I live with my mother. I am glad she is out of the city, so that she
won't see me in my present condition."
"Don't you think of working, sir? I shouldn't think you would know how
to pass the time."
"I only lately returned from Europe. I may go into business after
awhile. To be sure I don't need to earn anything, but if I have some
steady employment I shall be less likely to disgrace myself."
"May I ask your name, sir?"
"Certainly. My name is Frank Sylvester, I hope you are not a newspaper
reporter."
"Oh, no, sir," said Rupert, smiling again.
"I should not like to have this little adventure of mine get into the
papers. Do you see that house yonder?"
"Yes."
"It is the one where I live. If you have a little more time to spare
won't you come in and stay a short time?"
"Yes, sir, if you desire it."
They reached the house and Sylvester rang the bell.
The door was opened by a maid servant about forty years of age. She
looked at Sylvester's companion curiously.
"A young friend of mine, Rachel," said the young man. "Get ready a
little supper for us, will you? Some tea, cold meat and toast."
"All right, Mr. Frank."
They went into a pleasant sitting-room, where Rupert was invited to sit
down.
"That was an old family servant," exclaimed Sylvester. "If you hadn't
been with me she would have taken me to task, for she saw I had been
drinking."