aid:

"Find a cheaper boarding-place. You can get good board for five
dollars a week. Your pay is only ten dollars a week to begin, and you
must live on that. We'll see that you earn it, too. You can begin
printing circulars and cards."

Jack went, and Mr. Gifford added:

"Why, Mr. Jones, he's saved sending for three different workmen since
he came in. He'll make a good salesman, too. He's a boy--but he isn't
only a boy. I'll keep him."

Jack went to the press as if in a dream.

"A place!" he said to himself. "Well, yes. I've got a place. Good
wages, too; but I suppose they won't pay until Saturday night. How am
I to keep going until then? I have to pay my bill at the Hotel
Dantzic, too--now I've begun on a new week. I'll go without my supper,
and buy a sandwich in the morning, and then--I'll get along somehow."

He worked all that afternoon with an uneasy feeling that he was being
watched. The paper bags were finished, a fair supply of them; and then
the type for the circular needed only a few changes, and he began on
that. Each new job made him remember things he had learned in the
_Standard_ office, or had gathered from Mr. Black, the wooden foreman
of the _Eagle_. It was just as well, however, that things needed only
fixing up and not setting anew, for that might have been a little
beyond him. As it was, he overcame all difficulties, besides leaving
the press three times to act as salesman.

Gifford & Co. kept open to accommodate customers who purchased goods on
their way home; and it was after nearly all other business houses,
excepting such as theirs, were closed, that the very tall man leaned in
at the door and then came striding down the store to the desk.

"Gifford," he said, "that clerk of yours was right. There's almost a
panic in potatoes. I've got five thousand barrels for you, and five
thousand for myself, at a dollar and sixty, and the price just jumped.
They will bring two dollars. If they do, we'll make two thousand
apiece."

"I'm glad you did so well," said Mr. Gifford dryly, "but don't say much
to him about it. Let him alone--"

"Well, yes;--but I want to do something for him. Give him this ten
dollar bill from me."

"Very well," said Mr. Gifford, "you owe the profit to him. I'll take
care of my side of the matter. Ogden, come here a moment!"

Jack stopped the press and came to the desk. The money was handed to
him.

"It's just a bit of luck," said the tall ma