Chester Rand; or, The New Path to Fortune. Alger Horatio Jr.

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      "A dollar!" repeated Mr. Tripp, in a tone of disapproval. "No, I only spent thirty-seven cents."

      "Then I don't wonder you got rich," said Chester, with a curl of the lip.

      "I ain't rich," said Silas Tripp, cautiously. "Who told you I was?"

      "Everybody says so."

      "Then everybody is wrong. I'm a leetle 'forehanded, that's all."

      "I've heard people say you could afford to give up work and live on the interest of your money."

      Silas Tripp held up his hands as if astounded.

      "'Tain't so," he said, sharply. "If I gave up business, I'd soon be in the poorhouse. Well, what do you say? Will you stay along and work for two dollars and a half a week?"

      "I couldn't do it," said Chester, troubled.

      "All right! It's jest as you say. Your week ends to-morrow night. If you see Abel Wood, you can tell him I want to see him."

      "I will," answered Chester, bitterly.

      As he walked home he felt very despondent. Wouldn't it have been better, he asked himself, to accept reduced wages than to give up his job? It would have been hard enough to attempt living on two dollars and a half a week, but that was better than no income at all. And yet, it looked so mean in Silas Tripp to present such an alternative, when he was abundantly able to give him the increase he asked for.

      "I must tell mother and see what she thinks about it," he said to himself.

      CHAPTER II.

      OUT OF WORK

      Chester had a talk with his mother that evening. She felt indignant at Silas Tripp's meanness, but advised Chester to remain in the store for the present.

      "I'd rather work anywhere else for two dollars," said Chester, bitterly.

      It would be humiliating enough to accept the reduction, but he felt that duty to his mother required the sacrifice. He started on his way to the store in the morning, prepared to notify Mr. Tripp that he would remain, but he found that it was too late. Just before he reached the store, he met Abel Wood, a loose-jointed, towheaded boy, with a stout body and extraordinarily long legs, who greeted him with a grin.

      "I'm goin' to work in your place Monday mornin'," he said.

      "Has Mr. Tripp spoken to you?" asked Chester, his heart sinking.

      "Yes, he said you was goin' to leave. What's up?"

      "Mr. Tripp cut down my wages," said Chester. "I couldn't work for two dollars and a half."

      "He's only goin' to give me two and a quarter."

      "You can afford to work for that. Your father's got steady work."

      "Yes, but all the same I'll ask for more in a few weeks. Where are you goin' to work?"

      "I don't know yet," answered Chester, sadly.

      "It's awful hard to get a place in Wyncombe."

      "I suppose it is. I hope something will turn up."

      He tried to speak hopefully, but there was very little hope in his heart.

      He went about his work in a mechanical way, but neglected nothing. When the time came for the store to close, Silas Tripp took three dollars from the drawer and handed it to him, saying: "There's your wages, Chester. I expect it's the last I'll pay you."

      "Yes, sir, I suppose so."

      "I don't know how I'll like the Wood boy. He hain't no experience."

      "He'll get it, sir."

      "If you want to stay for two and a quarter—the same I'm going to give him—I'll tell him I've changed my mind."

      "No, sir; it wouldn't be right to put him off now. I guess I'll get something else to do."

      He turned and left the store, walking with a slower step than usual. His heart was heavy, for he felt that, poorly as they lived hitherto, they must live more poorly still in the days to come. He reached home at last, and put the three dollars in his mother's hands.

      "I don't know when I shall have any more money to give you, mother," he said.

      "It looks dark, Chester, but the Lord reigns. He will still be our friend."

      There was something in these simple words that cheered Chester, and a weight seemed lifted from his heart. He felt that they were not quite friendless, and that there was still One, kinder and more powerful than any earthly friend, to whom they could look for help.

      When Monday morning came he rose at the usual hour and breakfasted.

      "I'll go out and take a walk, mother," he said. "Perhaps I may find some work somewhere."

      Almost unconsciously, he took the familiar way to the store, and paused at a little distance from it. He saw Abel come out with some packages to carry to a customer. It pained him to see another boy in his place, and he turned away with a sigh.

      During the night four or five inches of snow had fallen. This gave him an idea. As he came to the house of the Misses Cleveland, two maiden sisters who lived in a small cottage set back fifty feet from the road, he opened the gate and went up to the front door.

      Miss Jane Cleveland opened it for him.

      "Good-morning, Chester," she said.

      "Good-morning, Miss Cleveland. I thought you might want to get a path shoveled to the gate."

      "So I would; Hannah tried to do it last time it snowed, but she caught an awful cold. But ain't you working up at the store?"

      "Not now. Mr. Tripp cut down my wages, and I left."

      "Do tell. Have you got another place?"

      "Not just yet. I thought I'd do any little jobs that came along till I got one."

      "That's right. What'll you charge to shovel a path?"

      Chester hesitated.

      "Fifteen cents," he answered, at last.

      "I'll give you ten. Money's skerce."

      Chester reflected that he could probably do the job in half an hour, and he accepted. It cheered him to think he was earning something, however small.

      He worked with a will, and in twenty-five minutes the work was done.

      "You're spry," said Jane Cleveland, when he brought the shovel to the door. "It took Hannah twice as long, and she didn't do it as well."

      "It isn't the kind of work for ladies," replied Chester.

      "Wait till I fetch the money."

      Miss Cleveland went into the house, and returned with a nickel and four pennies.

      "I'm reely ashamed," she said. "I'll have to owe you a cent. But here's a mince pie СКАЧАТЬ