The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1877-11-17
poets are the advertisements in the news,

| his pocket"
He'll write for money to come home
| before the week is over" growled the
doctor. Meanwhile, l must find a
steady boy for my office"
He was annoyed at Mrs Flaxman's de-
tense of the scapegrace, and could not
resist giving this parting cut to him.
But the week passed, another, and an
other, and still no word from Harry.
Steve Parker, who had gone with him,
had written home twice, begging for
money, but he did not mention Harry's
name.
Young Flaxman," the people said,
when they met in the market, chad more
pluck than that Parker. He'd starve be-
fore he'd give up"
When Steve and Harry landed in New
York, it was on a bright morning, and
no millionaire trod the streets with more
secure pride in his future than they did
as they strutted up Broadway.
"Stephen Girard had but two shillings
to begin his career, and Ben Franklin
sixpence, said Harry, land we have
three dollars, Steve"
Yes; and they were old-fogies. We
make business spin to different fashion
nowadays. Look at Jim Fisk. Begun
as peddler. bet you I've got some
tricks in business that go ahead of any
peddler"
Harry did not boast, but he marched
rather than walked the streets. t
Wen go up to Clements and tell him
we have come to town. He'll be de-
lighted" said Steve.
They found the clothing store with
difficulty. "Clements?" said the pro-
prietor. ooh, there had been runner
employed by the firm of that name. But
he was discharged long ago. Did he
want clerk? No, nor shop boy, laugh
ing. Nobody in New York wanted
new hands this winter. The object was
to get rid of half the old ones"
cold idiot" said Steve, as they walked
away. 1t was growing dark. The boys
found cheap hotel, but by the time
they had paid for supper, bed and break
fast the larger part of their three dollars
was gone. The next two days were
spentin answering advertisements. They
began trying for positions as book keep
ers and came rapidly down to Grand
boys. ,t.l
."Only give me footing" Harry said
thousand times, land I'll make my way"
The third day his tones were not so
bold, though his words were the same.
He had breakfasted on dry bread and
slept on the steps of a church.
Their last essay brought them to an
intelligence office kept by a colored man.
" No sitooations for white folks hyah,"
he said. The boys skunk out, but
stopped, seeing that the man followed
them. He'had kindly, grave face.
" Look. a-heah, boys. You's from de
country, eh? My advice to you is to go
back dab soon as you kin. De man or
boy who kin earn bread and butter in
de country is a fool if he leaves it to
come to town dis winter" .f.H'
They walked on and sat down in a
doorway. ......... ..... ...
That's good advice" said Steve, and
began to whimper.
= i1r NOT give up" But his lips began
to look blue and his jaws lean. in.
The three weeks had passed. One
Monday morning a gaunt, ragged boy
stood on one of the ferry-boats, with
half-dozen morning papers under his
arm. Here's your Times, 'Erald, 1rib-
mel" he called. n.. ...s ....t.
Nobody bought. ..r., .........
"Sir," he SAID, pulling gentleman by
the sleeve, "buy from me. haven't
eaten a mouthful since yesterday noon.n
"Bah~ The man pushed him aside.
Harry staggered against the railing,
and looked down into the dark, rushing
river
A month ago he would have been busy
in the snug little office, or studying at
the medical books which had begun to
interest him; well fed, well clothed, and
with happy, comfortable home and
fond mother waiting for him.
At the thought of his mother, the hot
tears chased each other down his cheeks.
Hello, youngster!" said rough voice
beside him.
Harry started and stammered-
"Mr.-Mr. Clements?" -s4. ..'f
eyes; it's me. Under the weather, as
you see," slapping his shabby coat and
dirty shirt, in which still sparkled the
at must be paste, or he would have
sold it," thought Harry, sharpened by
his month of town life.
Yes, I'm out of work. Tried betting,
turning the cards-all sorts of luck. Co
ing in for honesty now. Going to the
country tomorrow, to answer this adver
tisement. Snug little berth, judge.
Your place, by the way" FL.
He pulled out an Oldborough Weekly
Star. DR.. Harley advertised for an office
boy.
EYES," said Harry; cit is snug
| berth" ..|
He handed Clements back the paper.
When they reached the pier, he went
ashore and stood stunned and bewildered
sick, too, from hunger. "The prodi-
gal son must have felt as do when he
wished for the husks which the swine
did eat" he thought. He went back
to his father and said: have sinned.'"
Some days later, one of his occasional
patients hailed the doctor on the street.
Didn't see that young reprobate, Flax
man, snesking into town last night
miserabIy dirty and ragged-poor
wretch?"
Harry? Here he is, in the buggy
with me-" drawing back so as to show
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