HARRISON BECOMING A MERCHANT.
"In all thy ways acknowledge Him; and He shall direct thy paths."
MRS. HAVEN'S entreaties prevailed so far that her humble friend
remained at the cottage a week longer, while Harrison ran all over
the city, answering advertisements and looking about for a place.
Every morning he arose sanguine of success; and every evening
he reached the cottage, to report his entire failure.
Poor fellow! his faith almost failed. At the week's end he was quite
discouraged, because there seemed nothing further for him to do.
"Never despair!" said his mother. "If you cannot do one thing you can
do another."
"I suppose there are places enough," responded the boy; "but I
wouldn't go to them."
"Why not?" inquired his mother.
"I wouldn't go into a bar-room, nor into a restaurant for any
salary," replied the boy.
"I hope not," said his mother, anxiously; "but cheer up; we may hear
of something to-morrow."
"So I've said to myself every day for a week!" responded the
poor boy.
"Never mind!" cried Ella, soothingly, "mamma says I shall be rich
some time; and I'll get a nice house, and we'll all live together
in it; and you shant have such a weary time, running round after
places, and keeping me watching at the windows to tell your mother
whether you have found one or not."
"I suppose you don't know Ella can tell as soon as she sees you
whether you have been successful," suggested Mrs. Haven, playfully.
"Didn't I tell right every time?" urged the child.
"But how?" inquired the youth.
"Why, you walked along, and when you came near the gate you stopped,
as if you did not like to come in. Then, when I ran to the door,
you said, 'How do you do, Ella?' and did not look at me, but walked
along and hung up your cap, and did not smile. I knew that if you had
found a place, you would come jumping along, and, as likely as not,
spring right over the gate; then you would catch hold of my hand, and
say, 'O, Ella! I've some good news for you; where's mother? and you'd
run and put your arms round her neck, and kiss her ever so many
times."
In spite of his despondence, Harrison had a hearty laugh, in which
Mrs. Haven and his mother joined.
"She watches you closely, you see," said the lady.
"If I were to be here one night more, I'd act so you couldn't tell,"
said the boy.
"Oh, do stay! please do," urged the child; "will you, Mrs. Danforth,
dear nurse, just to please me?"
"And to please me," rejoined the lady. The good nurse consented;
indeed, how could she resist such fond entreaties.
So Harrison went forth the next morning for another day's toil. Would
it be fruitless toil?
This was the important question which agitated poor Ella's breast;
and by four o'clock, she stationed herself at the front window, from
which she could see some distance up the street. Her mother advised
her to take a book, or some work, or the time would seem very long.
She took a story-book in hand; but her eyes were continually
wandering from her page to the window.
Half-past five arrived; the latest hour at which he had ever been
away. Ella was sure now that he had not been successful. "If he had
found a place," she said, "he would have hurried home to tell us so."
At length she saw him walking toward the house. He seemed inclined
to hurry; but Ella thought that was because he feared he should
detain them from tea. He glanced up at the window, held down his head
as he passed through the gate, turned deliberately about and latched
it, then advanced toward the house. Ella met him at the door, and
looked earnestly in his face. There was a curious expression which
puzzled her. He held out his hand without raising his eyes. She could
restrain herself no longer. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Harrison!" and she
walked slowly before him into the room where her mother and his
were awaiting them.
"He hasn't found a place, mamma," she began, in a mournful tone.
"Does he say so?" inquired Mrs. Danforth, gazing earnestly at him.
"No, indeed," exclaimed the boy, throwing off his disguise: "You're
mistaken for once, Miss Ella. I've found a place, a first-rate one,
I think. Any how, it's in a large grain store on. Central wharf,
with vessels coming up to it and unloading all the time. I'm to have
thirteen dollars the first month; and after that, if I do well,
they are going to increase my wages. I mean to do well; and perhaps
some time, I shall get into the firm."
The boy's handsome face flushed with pride as he already,
in imagination, saw himself seated at one of the high desks, calling
clerks, giving orders, filling out cheeks, as he had seen his new
employers do on that very day.
"What do you say, Ella?" he asked, as she stood silently by his side.
"I'm very glad." The answer was in rather a doubtful tone.
"Only you didn't think I could deceive you so. I would not have done
it except in joke; and you know I gave you fair warning last night."
Ella smiled faintly, but made no reply.
"Come to the window," exclaimed the boy. "Now play I'm just coming
home."
He seized his hat and ran down the walk. Presently she saw him
leaping along as if he were almost beside himself with joy. He did
not forget to jump over the gate, and the little girl laughed most
heartily as she ran to open the door.
"O, Ella! my dear Ella!" he cried out. "Do come with me to mother,
I've something splendid to tell; oh such good news! oh dear, dear!"
and he ran along through the hall into the dining-room.
"Is that right?" he inquired, as soon as his laughing would allow him
to speak.
"Yes, exactly right," was the delighted reply.
"Well, I suppose that is just the way I should have done, if you had
not put me up to playing a joke upon you."
"Come! come!" said Mrs. Haven, "Mrs. Danforth and I have waited quite
long enough for our tea."
"O Harrison!—what a very funny boy you are!" exclaimed Ella as she
seated herself opposite him at the table.
In the evening Mrs. Danforth requested her son to give an account
of his day's adventures.
"I went first," he began "to our room at Mrs. Cowles's. He had just
come home to prepare to go to some committee meeting. I told him
I was almost discouraged trying to get a place. He called me into his
dressing room and made me give him an account of what I had done
while he was shaving. Then he said, 'I must go right away now, to be
in time for my business, but come in at noon, and if you have not
found any place before that time, perhaps I can put you in a way
to succeed. Don't be too sanguine though,' he said, as I suppose he
saw how relieved I was. 'Do the very best you can for yourself,
for maybe my plan will end in smoke.'"
"So after running in for a moment to tell Mrs. Cowles and Mary Jane
we were coming back to-morrow, I again started forth to seek
my fortune. Before I had gone far, I met Mr. Clarkson. He was very
glad to see me, and almost the first question he asked, was, 'And how
is our little friend Ella Haven? I suppose you see her occasionally.'
'I saw her this morning,' I answered. 'She speaks of you very
often.'"
"I'm glad you told him that," cried Ella, clapping her hands.
Harrison smiled and went on. "I told him I was trying to look up
a place in a store, and had been trying for more than a week."
"'Let me think,' he said, 'let me think if I can't do something
for you'—scowling in his old way, you know, Ella."
"Oh, yes!"
"'Rather an unlucky time to be out of a place, my boy. The fact is,
there's a terrible crisis ahead. Many of our wisest politicians
predict a great crash in the commercial world. Our merchants have
traded largely, more than their capital would warrant; there is
too much show and too little reality; and things will have to come
down to a more solid basis. Are you set upon the business of trade?
Why not be a mechanic or an engineer, or something of that sort?
Well,' said he, as I shook my head, 'perhaps you'll talk differently
in the course of a year. I'll look around though, and see what I can
do for you. If Mr. Haven were alive, he would get you a situation,
perhaps giving you a chance in his own store.'"
One part of the conversation with Mr. Clarkson the boy omitted, as it
related to Alfred the wayward son.
"After I left him," he continued, "I determined to begin at one end
of ——— Street, and go into every store in it. Sometimes my heart beat
so I thought I never could get across the long buildings into the
office in the rear where the owner generally sits. Sometimes they
would say, 'More boys now than we can employ.' Others would merely
stop writing a moment, as I asked, Do you need a boy in your store,
sir? and shake their heads and others still, would ask, 'Who are you
references?' I thought they might have remembered a little how they
felt when they were boys.
"At last, just before dinner, I found one gentleman who seemed very
kind. He asked my name and age, whether I had been brought up in the
city. He seemed quite pleased when I told him I had been in Alfred T.
Haven's family for two years. 'I knew him well,' he said, 'a noble
man.' Then he asked if I had studied book-keeping, and how far I had
advanced in arithmetic. I pulled out my medal which was suspended
around my neck, and told him it was my prize for success
in mathematics. He went and talked for a few moments with another
man, and then came back again. 'I'm really sorry, my boy,' he said,
'but my partner has engaged a lad this very day.' I could have cried
I was so disappointed, and liked the looks of the gentleman so much.
I was just going out when he said, 'It may be we shall have another
vacancy. If we do, where shall I address you?'
"'At Mr. John Cowles's, sir; mother and I live in his house.'
He smiled again. 'But it is necessary for me,' I said, 'to get
a place at once. I must support my mother, sir.' He seemed to hate
to let me go, but gave me his hand and said, 'God bless you, my boy.
I wish I had seen you a few hours earlier, I should like to help
a boy who supports his mother.'"
"I went out of his counting-room quickly for fear he would see the
tears in my eyes, and walked straight to Mr. Cowles. I couldn't bear
the thought of going into another store."
"What was the name of the gentleman?" asked Mrs. Haven, who had been
listening with great interest.
"The firm was Lombard & Lamb, on ——— Street. I don't know which of
the partners it was."
"Did he wear glasses?" inquired the lady. "No, ma'ma; the other one
did. He was a little bald, and his whiskers were quite gray. The
other one was younger."
"That was Mr. Lombard then. I wish he had taken you. He is very rich,
and was a principal owner in the block in which Mr. Cowles lives.
I think Mr. Cowles purchased of him."
"They had company to dinner; and I didn't say anything about him
there," said Harrison, "I was so anxious to hear his plan, as he
called it. He took his hat after dinner, and said, 'I'll go with you
as far as M— Street.' He left me standing on the sidewalk ever so
long, I thought it was an hour, and then led the way down to Central
wharf. 'Is Mr. Grant in?' he asked."
"'Not back from dinner,' answered one of the clerks in a grum voice."
"'How soon will he return?' asked Mr. Cowles."
"'In fifteen minutes.' 'We'll wait then,' he said, turning to me."
"Pretty soon Mr. Grant came; and Mr. Cowles talked with him some
time, and kept pointing to me. I could only hear one sentence, and
that was from our good friend, mother: He loves work, sir, and has
been brought up to it.'"
"The gentleman then came up to me and said, 'If you'll wait awhile
I'll talk with you.' So I walked around the store, up and down
stairs, and stood at the great windows where they take in goods from
the vessels, until he sent a clerk for me; and you know the rest."
That night, after Harrison was in bed, his mother came in to bid him
good-night. "I hope, my son," she said, "that you have not retired
to rest without thanking your Father in heaven for his blessing
upon your endeavors to-day."
The lad colored under his mother's anxious gaze. "I said my prayers,
of course, mother," was his hesitating reply. "Perhaps. I didn't
remember to thank Him as I ought."
"God loves a greatful heart," was her only remark.