"Who was it, sir?"

"It was Dawkins."

Mr. Danforth explained how he had become acquainted with the real thief.
In conclusion, he said, "I shall expect you back to-morrow morning,
Paul."

"Thank you, sir."

"Dawkins of course leaves my employ. You will take his place, and
receive his salary, seven dollars a week instead of five. Have you any
friend whom you would like to have in your own place?"

Paul reflected a moment and finally named a schoolmate of his, the son
of poor parents, whom he knew to be anxiously seeking a situation, but
without influential friends to help him.

"I will take him on your recommendation," said Mr. Danforth, promptly.
"Can you see him this afternoon?"

"Yes, sir," said Paul.

The next day Paul resumed his place in Mr. Danforth's counting-room.

XXXIII.

PAUL REDEEMS HIS PLEDGE.

Two years passed, unmarked by any incident of importance. Paul
continued in Mr. Danforth's employment, giving, if possible, increased
satisfaction. He was not only faithful, but exhibited a rare aptitude
for business, which made his services of great value to his employer.
From time to time Mr. Danforth increased his salary, so that, though
only nineteen, he was now receiving twelve dollars per week, with the
prospect of a speedy increase. But with his increasing salary, he did
not increase his expenses. He continued as economical as ever. He had
not forgotten his father's dying injunction. He remained true to the
charge which he had taken upon himself, that of redeeming his father's
memory from reproach. This, at times subjected him to the imputation
of meanness, but for this he cared little. He would not swerve from the
line of duty which he had marked out.

One evening as he was walking down Broadway with an acquaintance, Edward
Hastings, who was employed in a counting-room near him, they paused
before a transparency in front of a hall brilliantly lighted.

"The Hutchinsons are going to sing to-night, Paul," said Hastings. "Did
you ever hear them?"

"No; but I have often wished to."

"Then suppose we go in."

"No, I believe not."

"Why not. Paul? It seems to me you never go anywhere. You ought to amuse
yourself now and then."

"Some other time I will,--not now."

"You are not required to be at home in the evening, are you?"

"No."

"Then why not come in now? It's only twenty-five cents."

"To tell the truth, Ned, I am saving up my money for a particular
purpose; and until tha