IN SEARCH OF EMPLOYMENT.
Jed followed his hotel friend up stairs into an upper dining-room, and
they took seats at a corner table.
"I never like to dine alone," said Howell Foster. "I am glad I fell in
with you, Jed."
"So am I," answered Jed. "I am more glad than you have any idea of," he
said to himself.
"What will you order?" asked Mr. Foster, pushing over the bill of fare
to his companion.
"I have a healthy appetite and shall enjoy anything," said Jed with a
smile. "Please order the same for me as for yourself."
Howell Foster was rather proud of his gastronomic knowledge, and took
this as a compliment.
"You can trust me to do that," he replied. "I am used to the place and
know what they succeed best in."
Thereupon he ordered a dinner which Jed found delicious. No expense was
spared, and Jed, glancing at the bill when it was brought, found that
the charge was three dollars and a half.
During the repast the host kept up a bright and chatty conversation.
"I hope you enjoyed your dinner," he said, when it was over.
"Actions speak louder than words," answered Jed with a smile.
"This is a good, reliable place. I advise you to come here often."
"What would he say if he could see the inside of my pocket-book?"
thought Jed. "I am afraid," he said aloud, "it is too expensive for my
means."
"Yes, probably; I didn't think of that. By the way, what have you in
view?"
"I hardly know yet."
"Come round and see me some day," and Foster handed Jed his card.
"Thank you, sir."
"Will you have a cigar?"
"No, thank you, sir. I don't smoke."
"It would be money in my pocket if I didn't. My cigars cost me last
year five hundred dollars."
"I wish I was sure of that for my entire income," thought Jed.
They parted at the entrance to the hotel. It was clear from his manner
and speech that Howell Foster thought Jed in easy circumstances.
It made the boy feel almost like an impostor, but he reflected that he
had done nothing to give Mr. Foster a false impression.
It was about half-past one when he left the hotel. The dinner had
occupied an hour. The world was still before him, but he had eaten a
hearty meal and felt that he could get along, if necessary, till the
next morning, so far as eating was concerned.
Where to sleep presented a perplexing problem, but it would be some time
before it required to be solved. How to spend the afternoon puzzled Jed.
He went back to City Hall Park, and on the seat he had formerly occupied
he found a copy of the New York _Herald_ which somebody had left there.
He took it up and looked over the advertisements for Help Wanted.
He found the following:
WANTED.--Smart, enterprising agents to sell packages of stationery.
Fifteen dollars a week can easily be made. Call at No. 182 Nassau
Street, Room 22.
This struck Jed as just the thing. It could not be very hard to sell
stationery, and fifteen dollars a week would support him comfortably.
"Where is Nassau Street?" he inquired of a bootblack who took a
temporary seat beside him.
"There 'tis," said the street boy, pointing in the direction of the
_Tribune_ building. "You just go down in front of the Tribune."
"Is No. 182 far off?"
"No, it's close by. You can get there in less than no time."
"Thank you!" and with hope in his heart Jed rose and walked in the
direction indicated.
He found the building. At the entrance was a list of occupants of rooms.
He went up two flights of stairs, and halted in front of No. 22. He
knocked at the door and was bidden in a deep, hoarse voice to "Come in!"
Opening the door, he found himself in the presence of a short,
humpbacked man, whose voice was quite out of proportion to his size.
"I suppose you come to see me about the advertisement in the _Herald_,"
said the dwarf.
"Yes, sir," answered Jed, gazing as if fascinated at the stunted figure,
huge head and long arms of the person before him.
"I have engaged several agents already this morning," went on the dwarf,
turning over a large book on the desk before him.
"Then perhaps you don't need any more?" said Jed despondently.
"Oh, yes, I do if I can get the right ones," was the answer.
"It is to sell packages of stationery, I believe. Can you show me some?"
The dwarf handed Jed a flat package, on the outside of which was printed
a list of the contents. They included a pen holder, pens, a quire of
paper, a supply of envelopes, and several other articles.
"This is the best package in the market for the money," said the dwarf.
"Observe how varied are the contents, and only a paltry twenty-five
cents for the whole."
"Yes, it seems a good bargain," said Jed.
"You are right there," said the dwarf confidently. "Why, you can make
money hand over hand. Our agents are actually coining it. We allow them
to retain ten cents on each package. Two or three, and sometimes five,
are sold to the same person. Would you like to have me read one or two
agents' letters?"
"Yes, if you please."
"Here is one from Theodore Jenkins, who is operating in Pennsylvania:
"'HUGO HIGGINS, ESQ.
"'DEAR SIR:
"'Please send me at once two hundred packages of stationery. They
sell like hot cakes. I got rid of forty yesterday, and it rained
half the day, too. I have held several agencies for different
articles, but none that paid as well as this. I shall be
disappointed if I don't make forty dollars per week. It looks as if
it might exceed that sum.
"'Yours respectfully,
"'THEODORE JENKINS.'
"That letter speaks for itself," remarked the dwarf as he folded it up
and replaced it in an envelope.
"Yes," said Jed, "it is certainly very encouraging."
"I will read you another from a party who has been in our employ for
fourteen months. He is operating in Ohio.
"'DEAR SIR:
"'You may send me three hundred packages by Adams Express, and
please don't delay, for I need them at once. I have been working
for you for fourteen months. During that time I have supported my
family and bought a house, on which I have paid cash down a
thousand dollars. In the course of the next year and a half I
expect to complete the payment and own the house clean. It was
certainly a lucky thing for me when I saw your advertisement for
agents and engaged in your service.
"'Yours gratefully,
"'ARTHUR WATERS.'
"That is another letter that speaks for itself," observed Mr. Higgins.
"I have plenty more, but I don't think I need to read any others to
convince you that the business will pay any one that takes hold of it."
"Perhaps," added Jed, "these gentlemen had experience as agents."
"One of them had, but the other was quite green in the business."
"You think then that I could succeed?"
"Undoubtedly. You look smart and have a taking way with you. You can't
fail to succeed."
This was pleasant to hear, and Jed felt strongly impelled to engage in
the service of the plausible Higgins.
"If you will trust me with twenty packages," he said, "I will see what I
can do."
"Certainly. That will be three dollars. You see we charge you fifteen
cents each, and you sell them for twenty-five. That gives you two
dollars. You had better take fifty packages, and then you won't have to
come back to-morrow."
"Very well, I will take fifty."
"All right. You may pay me seven dollars and a half, and I will get the
packages ready."
"Do you require payment in advance?" asked Jed quickly.
"Certainly. You are a stranger to me, and even if you were not, I
should not feel like risking so much money or money's worth. What is
there to hinder your making off with it and never coming back?"
"I wouldn't be dishonest for a great deal more money than that."
"I dare say you are right, but we must adhere to our business methods.
You will get your money back in two days probably."
"But I haven't the money to pay in advance."
"Oh, that alters the matter," said Higgins, become less gracious. "How
much have you?"
"I am unable to pay anything," said Jed desperately.
Mr. Hugo Higgins turned away, no longer interested in Jed. Poor Jed felt
sadly disappointed at losing so good a chance, but something happened to
mitigate his regret.
A stout man with red hair opened the door of the office and dashed in,
carrying in his hands a large package.
"I want my money back!" he said. "You are a big schwindler!"