PAUL MAKES A GOOD SPECULATION.
"Now, John you must steer, while I skin the perch," said Paul, as he
resigned the helm to his brother.
"That I will," replied he, with alacrity, for he did not often get a
chance to handle the boat, and was fond of the amusement.
"But you must be careful, and keep your eyes open, for we have no time
to spare," added the youthful skipper.
"Do you think I don't know how to steer a boat?" asked John, hurt by the
insinuation.
"You know how well enough, if you will pay attention to it, and not be
fooling with her."
"I'll keep her right."
Paul took from under the thwart an old shoe-knife which had been ground
down to one third of its original width. It had been well sharpened for
this important occasion, but he had provided an old whetstone as a
further precaution against a dull blade. To skin a perch neatly and
expeditiously is a nice operation; but Paul had had sufficient practice
in the art to render him a skilful hand. Seating himself on the lee
rail, he commenced work in earnest, occasionally glancing up to see that
the boat was doing her best in the way of sailing.
"How much will you make, Paul, if you sell all your fish?" asked John.
"The perch will bring a dollar and twenty cents, if I get twenty cents a
dozen for them."
"The tautog are worth something."
"They are worth a quarter apiece."
"You have done a good day's work then?"
"If I sell the fish, I shall," answered Paul, with a smile of
satisfaction. "Come, John, the sail is shaking, and you have lost the
wind," he added as his brother carelessly luffed her up.
"I was adding up the perch and the tautog."
"You must mind the boat; you must stop talking, if you can't do your
duty without."
John promised to be more careful, and Paul had no further occasion to
complain of his inattention. The younger fisherman was a good boy, but
he had not yet been trained to that steadiness of purpose which is
necessary to success. He was only ten years old, and it was not to be
expected that he should fully appreciate the earnestness of his
brother's purpose, though he was beginning to realize that close
attention was necessary in order to accomplish great deeds. He was fond
of trying experiments, just for the fun of the thing; and when he had
been permitted to take the helm on other occasions, he wanted to do
something besides keep her in a direct course--to see how close she
would lie to the wind without letting the sail shake, to run down a
floating mass of seaweed, or chase a stick of wood; but on this trip, he
was guilty of no greater indiscretion than carelessness.
Long before the boat reached Bayville, Paul had skinned and strung the
fish; and their appearance on the line was creditable to his skill.
Leaving John to secure the boat, he took the fish and hastened up to the
house of Captain Littleton. He found that gentleman in his garden with
his guests.
"Well, Paul, what luck?" asked he, as the young fisherman came in sight.
"First-rate, sir."
"How many have you got?"
"Six dozen."
"Just the number I want. Carry them into the kitchen, Paul. I declare,
you have dressed them very nicely."
"I tried to have them right, sir, and I am glad they suit you," replied
Paul, modestly, as he walked towards the rear of the house.
"Stop, Paul; what have you got there?" said Captain Littleton.
"Tautog, sir; and if you will permit me, I will leave them in the
kitchen with the perch."
"You are a lucky fisherman Paul; those are handsome fish, and if you
will leave them, I will make it all right when you come out. That is a
luxury I did not expect."
Paul was delighted by the commendation of his friend, and the splendid
scheme of his future operations increased in importance with every word
that was uttered. With a light heart he ran into the kitchen with his
stock, and then returned to Captain Littleton.
"Here is two dollars, Paul," said he, handing him a bill.
"That is too much, sir," stammered Paul, overwhelmed at the idea of
having made two dollars in one day.
"It is right, my boy; take it. You mustn't be bashful if you are going
to fight your way through the world."
"You are very kind, sir, but this is more than the fish come to,"
answered Paul, taking the bill.
"No, it isn't; the perch come to a dollar and twenty cents, the tautog
to seventy-five, which make a dollar and ninety-five cents. So we will
call it square, and I am very much obliged to you besides."
"I didn't mean to charge you any thing for the tautog, sir."
"Look here, Paul; when you get rich I will accept your gifts; but now,
my boy, I will take the will for the deed, and I feel just as grateful
to you as though you had presented me a service of plate. You have done
well, and I am glad of it."
"Thank you, sir; I am very much obliged to you for this, and for all you
have done for my mother," replied Paul, as he put the bank bill in his
pocket.
"By the way, how about that place in the lawyer's office, Paul?" said
Captain Littleton, as the young fisherman turned to go home.
"If you please, sir, I had rather not take the place."
"You are going to do better, then?"
"Yes, sir, I think I am. I am very much obliged to you for the trouble
you have taken."
"Not at all, my boy; I didn't think the situation would be large enough
to suit your ambition. What are you going to do, Paul?"
"I am going to catch fish, and sell them in town, sir," replied Paul,
boldly, though he could hardly keep down the emotions that swelled in
his bosom.
"Good, my boy! I like an enterprising spirit and I dare say you will do
very well. You may put me down for two dozen perch every Saturday."
"Thank you, sir."
"I will speak to my neighbors, and I have no doubt you will find a
market for all the fish you can catch."
"You are very kind."
"What does your mother say about the plan?"
"I haven't told her yet. It is a new idea. I am afraid she will not like
it very well."
"She will not object very strongly."
"If you would speak to her about it, if you please, sir; she will think
everything of what you say."
"I will, Paul. When you catch any more tautog, be sure and bring them to
me."
"I certainly will, Captain Littleton," answered Paul, as he bounded
towards home, his heart filled with gratitude to his friend, and with
hope for the success of his darling scheme.
Half a dozen times on the way, he put his hand into his pocket to feel
of the old black wallet, that contained the proceeds of his first day's
work. He had never done a job before which produced more than half a
dollar, and the immense sum in his pocket seemed enough to make or break
an ordinary bank. Such a run of luck was almost incredible. Wouldn't his
mother be astonished when he handed her that two dollar bill!
He had some misgivings in regard to his mother's consent; for like all
good mothers, who love their sons, she did not like to have him exposed
to danger. But that two dollar bill, and the brilliant promise of
success which the future held out to him, would be strong arguments in
favor of the scheme, and he hoped to triumph over every objection she
could present.
Before he reached the cottage, Paul contrived to subdue some of his
enthusiasm, and walked into the kitchen, where his mother was getting
dinner, as coolly and indifferently as though nothing extraordinary had
happened. It was hard work for him to keep down the excitement that was
raging within, but he had determined not to made a fool of himself.
"Well, Paul, have you had a good time," said Mrs. Duncan, as he entered
the room.
"First-rate, mother," he replied; though he was not exactly pleased to
find that she regarded the trip to Rock Island in the light of a
pleasure excursion.
"Did you get as many fish as Captain Littleton wanted?"
"Yes, more too; I left six dozen perch and three handsome tautog in his
kitchen just now."
"You were lucky."
"I am good for as many as that every day. Look here, mother;" and he
pulled out his wallet, and took therefrom the two dollar bill. "What do
you think of that?"
"Did he give you all that?"
"He did."
"He is very liberal."
"That he is; but the fish came to about that; the tautog are worth a
quarter apiece."
"You have done bravely, my boy. If you could make half as much money as
that every day, we should have all we want, and more too."
"I can, mother; and I mean to do so," replied Paul, thinking this a good
opportunity to announce his magnificent intentions.
"You mustn't be too confident, Paul."
"I know I can."
"And, pray, what do you mean to do?" inquired Mrs. Duncan, with an
incredulous smile.
"I am going into the fishing business, mother."
"Into what?"
"Into the fishing business."
"What in the world do you mean by that?"
"I mean just what I say, mother!"
"Is the boy crazy?" demanded Mrs. Duncan, suspending her culinary
operations, and looking with interest into the animated face of her son.
"I am as regular as I ever was in my life. I've thought it all over, and
spoken to Captain Littleton besides; and he says go ahead," replied
Paul, making an early use of the captain's encouraging words.
"But I don't understand what you mean? Going into the fishing business?"
"Yes, ma'am; we've got a boat, and I mean to go down to Rock Island
every day, Sundays excepted, and catch perch. I mean to sell them here
in Bayville, and Captain Littleton told me to put him down for two dozen
every Saturday. That's the idea, mother."
"But, Paul----"
"If I can get a shilling a dozen for them, I can make a dollar a day as
easy as you can turn your hand over," added Paul, who was not disposed
to let his mother speak upon impulse.
"You would have to be on the water every day."
"What of that, mother? The water is a good thing to be on, and just as
safe as the land, if you are only a mind to think so."
"Rather dangerous, I'm afraid."
"O, no, mother; it's only a notion some folks have, that the water
isn't safe."
"Hundreds of people are drowned every year."
"And hundreds smashed up and killed on the railroads. Why, Captain
Mitchell don't think it is safe to go about much on the land. He only
feels secure when he is in his old whale boat. He won't get into a
chaise or a wagon--don't think it is safe to ride in them; but he knocks
about the bay in all sorts of weather. Please don't object to it,
mother, for I've set my heart upon the business, and I'm satisfied I
shall do well," said Paul, with kindling enthusiasm.
"Well, if you are set upon it, I don't want to say too much against it,"
replied Mrs. Duncan, doubtfully.
"Captain Littleton will speak to you about it, and he understands these
things."
"I know he does; but after all, I would rather have you safe on land."
"I shall be safe enough, mother; and I shall be able to take care of the
family without your making bags."
"You are a good boy, Paul," added his mother, turning from him to wipe
away the tears that moistened her eyes, for in the loneliness of her
widowhood she realized what it was to have such a noble and devoted son.
Paul was delighted to think he had so easily smoothed over matters with
her. He had expected to have a hard beat to windward in reconciling her
to his plan, but she had proved much more reasonable than he
anticipated. He attributed his ready victory in a great measure to the
influence of Captain Littleton's name, and he was confident he would
remove any remaining doubts she might harbor.
After dinner Paul went up to his room, and taking from his drawer a
little account book, which had long been waiting to be used, he entered
the amount of the day's sales upon the first page.
"Little by little," said he, as he returned the book to the drawer, "and
one of these days I shall be rich."
This was a very comforting reflection, and notwithstanding the possible
slip between the cup and the lip, he enjoyed the full benefit of it.