The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1877-11-15

tune for himself and her; that he had in
duential friends and the best prospects in
New York. - '.v:.:.:, .y*~.,.la .,'.>fss.g
1.-THE influential friend. is tho young |
man Clements, who wore paste dia-
monds," said his mother, land the pros
poets arc the advertisements in the news
paper" ":..j :a'ia .s:eI : ::
"He left no addressa' asked the doc
tor. = .':'---.'.' -: .'''' -
"No, no. And he had but dollar in
his pocket"
"Hell write tor money to come home
before this week is over" growled the
doctor. "Meanwhile, must find stea-
dy boy for my Office" -: >
He was annoyed at Mrs. Faxman's de-
Tense of the scapegrace and could not re-
sist 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 did not mention Harry's
name.
"Young Flaxman." the people said,
when they met in the market, " had more
pluck than that Parker. He'd starve before
he'd give up"
When Steve aud 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
sixpcncc," said Harry, "and we have three
dollars, Steve"
ayes; and they were old fogies. We
make business spin to different fashion
nowadays. Look at Jim Fisk. Began as
a peddler. I bet you I've got some tricks
in the business that go ahead Of any ped
dler."
Harry did not boast, but he marched
rather than walked the streets,
"We1l go up to Clements and tell him
that we have come to town. He'll be de-
lighted" said Steve.
They found the clothing store with diff
ficulty. "Clements?" SAID the proprie-
tor. "Oh, there had been a runner en-
Ploycd by the firm of that name, but he
had been discharged long ago. Did he
want clcrk9 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"
"Old idiotr said Steve, as they walked
away. It was growing dark. The BOYS
found cheap hotel, but by the time they
had paid for supper, bed and breakfast,
the larger part Of their three dollars was
gone. The next two days were spent
in answering advertisements. They
began trying for positions as book
keepers, and came rapidly down to er-
and boys.
"Only give me footing" Harry said
thousand times, "and 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 colored
man.
mo sitooations for white folks heah,"
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 fool If he leaves it to come to
town dis winter.''
They walked on and sat down in door
way.
''That's good ADVICE" said Steve, and
began to whimpcr.
II have ten cents left" said Harry.
I'll not give up" but his lips began to
look blue and his jaws lean.
The three weeks had passed. One
Monday morning a gaunt, ragged boy
stood on one of the ferry-boats, with a
half-dozen morning papers under his arm.
"Here's your Times, 'Erald T1ibune!" he
called.
Nobody bought.
"Sir," he said, pulling gentleman by
the sleeve, "buy from me. / haven't eat
en- mouthful since yesterl lay noon."
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; we'll fed, we'll clothed, and
with happy, comfortable home and
fond mother waiting for him.
! Now
| 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 stammcred-
"Mr. Mr.. Clements2'
"Y es; it's me. Under the weather, as
you sec," slapping his shabby coat and
dirty, in which still sparkled the dia-
mOnd.
1T must be paste, or he would have
sold it" thought Harry, sharpened by his
month of town life.
ayes, I'm out of work. Tried betting,
turning the cards-all sorts of luck.
Going in for honesty new. Going to the
country tomorrow, to answer this adver-
tisement. Snug little birth, I Judge.
Your place, by the way"
He pulled out an Oldborough Wee&zy.
Star. DR. Harley advertised for an office
boy.
dyes" said Harry; sit is a 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. 1.-THE prodigal
must son have felt as I do when he wished
for the husks which the swine did eat" he
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