The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1853-11-24
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The BROKERS' WARD.
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| N%NAY GOD not dollar left Ny
xHsssssuA poor plttance is all gone, and
have not a penny to pay this bill with, =
exclaimed Henry Standish, as he crush,
ed up a bill for board, which his landlady
had just presented him.
| Throwing himself into chair, he GOV.
cred his face with his hands, and wept like
child.
When the strong man weeps, the heart
is indeed touched. The young man had
been four weeks in Boston in search Of
employment He was a native of a thri.
wing town in the northerly part of Yer.
mont. Well educated and of good ad.
dress, he was qualified for the mercantile
business, and had always been turned in
that direction.
For several years previous to his de.
parture from home, he had been employ
ed in store but the sphere was too mar
row for his ambition. He longed for the
excitement of the great metropolis, which
he doubted not would furnish him field
co-extensive with his capacity and his de-
sires.
With only small sum of money, for
he doubted not that he could step imme-
diately into some lucrative situation; he
bade adieu to the cherished home of his
childhood, and departed for Boston. Ar
rived there, he found his prospects not
half so encouraging as he had expected.
He had applied for several situations but
having neglected to bring with him testi-
monials of character, no one would en-
ploy him in any desirable capacity.
He was sorcly disappointed, and not
until his scanty means were exhausted did
he awaken to the full sense of his unfor-
tunate position. There seemed to be
no alternative before him, but to accept a
situation in some menial capacity, a step
at which his pride revolted.
His landlady had handed him her
weekly bill for board. 1t was only five
dollars, but all his money was spent, and
the consciousness of bis misery went over
him like a dark cloud.
Retiring to his room, he vented his
sad feelings in exclamations of bitter
disappointment.
Chow now, Standish? What is the
matter|' exclaimed his friendly room
mate, as he entered the apartment,
and discovered the misery of the disap-
pointed young man.
Henry raised his head, and thrust for
ward the bill.
"Fudgel you are not making all this
fuss about that bill, are you?"
II have not dollar left"
"Cheer up, man ] will lend you a
v, said his kind hearted "chum," draw
ing bis pocket-book out, and taking
therefrom bank bill.
"Nay, nay, Joseph, cannot take it.
| know not that l shall ever be able
to repay you, replied Henry, bitterly.
'Nonsense, Standish; {; take it, wheth-
er you pay me or not.''
81 cannot"
"Thunder you musti you will learn
how to borrow money one of these
days"
Henry reluctantly took the bill.
Il have news for you--a chance to
get into business"
"Tben you have seen Mr.. Harding?P
said Henry, frightening up.
II have; he says he has something
for you to do. He wishes to see you,
and promised to come here for that
purpose" u
''ro come here"
"Yes and it is time he were here
now," said the other, consulting his
watch.
"Mr. Harding was broker, to whom
Henry had several times applied for en-
ployment, and who had encouraged him
to hope that his purpose was in fair
way of becoming accomplished.
A servant girl announced the broker
"IIe would come up, though | tried
to make him stop below said the girl
in low tone. a
"Walk in, sir; my apartment is but
an humble one,' said Henry, in confu-
sion.
"No apology, young man; you are
not alone, returned the visitor, CLAN
cling at Henry S chum.
Joseph retired to an adjoining room,
which connected with the one occupied
BY himself.
"You want business. young man ?"
said the broker, fixing the glance of his
keen grey eye upon Henry.