The Young Explorer; Or, Claiming His Fortune. Alger Horatio Jr.

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СКАЧАТЬ so. It would fetch you some interest every year-enough to clothe you, likely. I'll tell you what I'll do, Ben. I'll give you your board the first year, and your interest will buy your clothes. The second year I'll give you twenty dollars and board, and maybe twenty more the third year."

      Ben shook his head.

      "I guess we can't make a bargain, Deacon Pitkin," he said.

      Deacon Pitkin knew that he had made a very mean offer, and felt that he could afford to increase it somewhat; but he was a close hand at a bargain, and meant to get Ben as cheap as he could.

      "What was you expectin'?" he asked cautiously. "You must remember that you're only a boy, and can't expect men's wages."

      Ben had no idea, as we know, of engaging to work for Deacon Pitkin at all; but he decided that the easiest way to avoid it was to put such a value on his services as to frighten the old man.

      "I am almost as strong as a man," he said, "and I can earn a great deal more than my board the first year."

      "I might be willin' to give you twenty dollars the first year," said the deacon.

      "I've been thinking," said Ben soberly, "that I ought to have a hundred and fifty dollars and board the first year."

      Deacon Pitkin fairly gasped for breath. He was fairly overpowered by Ben's audacity.

      "A-hundred-and-fifty-dollars!" he ejaculated, turning his wrinkled face toward our hero.

      "That's about the figure," said Ben cheerfully. "A hundred and fifty dollars and board, or three hundred dollars, and I'll board with my uncle."

      "Is the boy crazy?" asked the deacon, in a bewildered tone.

      "You'd have to pay a man as much as twenty dollars a month," pursued Ben. "That's about a hundred dollars a year more."

      "Benjamin," said the deacon solemnly, "do you want to ruin me?"

      "No, sir, I hope not," answered our hero innocently.

      "Then why do you ask such an unheard-of price?"

      "I think I'm worth it," said Ben.

      "Boys haven't much jedgment," said the deacon. "You'd better let me talk over this matter with your Uncle Job."

      "It won't be any use, Deacon Pitkin. Uncle Job won't interfere with me."

      "You can't get such wages anywhere. You'll have to work for less."

      "Perhaps I can't get my price in Hampton," said Ben.

      "Of course you can't. There ain't no one goin' to pay you men's wages."

      "Perhaps you are right, Deacon Pitkin. In that case, my mind is made up."

      "What will you do?" asked the deacon, showing some curiosity.

      "I'll leave town."

      "It's a resky thing, Benjamin. You ain't old enough to take care of yourself."

      "I think I can do it. Deacon Pitkin. I am not afraid to try. Still, if you'll give me a hundred and fifty dollars and board—"

      "You must think I'm crazy," said the deacon hastily. "I don't throw money away that way."

      "Then I'm afraid we can't make a bargain, deacon. Here is the store, and I'll bid you good morning."

      "If you think better of my offer, you can let me know, Benjamin. You can talk it over with your uncle."

      "All right, sir. If you think better of mine, just let me know within a week, or I may be gone from Hampton."

      "That's a cur'us boy," said the deacon meditatively. "He's got the most conceited idea of his vally to work of any boy I ever came across. A hundred and fifty dollars and board! What'll Mrs. Pitkin say when I tell her? She ain't much sot on the boy's comin' anyway. She thinks he's too hearty; but I don't mind that, so much. He's strong and good to work, an' he's the only boy in town that would suit me."

      "I wonder what the deacon thinks of me," soliloquized Ben. "I thought I should scare him a little when I named my price. If I'd thought he would take me at that figure, I'd have said more. It wouldn't suit me to work for him at all."

      In the evening Deacon Pitkin came over to see Job Stanton, and renewed his offer for Ben's services.

      "The boy's got wild idees about pay," he said; "but boys haven't much jedgment. You're a sensible man, Mr. Stanton, and you and me can make a fair bargain."

      "It won't be of much use, Deacon Pitkin. Ben's got his idees, an' he sticks to 'em."

      "But you're his uncle. You can make him see his true interest."

      "Ben's young," said Job, suspending his work; "but he's got to look out for himself. He may make mistakes, but I've promised not to interfere. I've got confidence in him that he'll come out right in the end. Truth is, deacon, he don't want to work at farmin', and that's why he asked you such a steep price. He knew you wouldn't agree to give it."

      This put the matter in a new light, and Deacon Pitkin reluctantly concluded that he must abandon the idea of obtaining Ben as a helper on his farm.

      CHAPTER III

      SAM STURGIS' NEW IDEA

      During the week which Ben had agreed to take before coming to a final decision, he had another offer of employment.

      This is how it came about:

      A little out of the village, in a handsome house, the best in Hampton, lived Major Sturgis, a wealthy landholder, who had plenty to live upon and nothing in particular to do, except to look after his property. He was a portly man, who walked with a slow, dignified step, leaning on a gold-headed cane, and evidently felt his importance. His son, Sam, was a chip of the old block. He condescended to associate with the village boys, because solitary grandeur is not altogether pleasant. He occasionally went to New York to visit a cousin of about his own age. From such a visit he had just returned, bringing back with him a new idea.

      "Father," he said, "Cousin Henry has a boy about his own age to wait on him, black his boots, and run errands."

      "Has he?" asked the major mechanically, not looking up from the daily paper which he was reading.

      "Yes, sir. He don't pay him much, you know, only five dollars a month and his board, and Henry finds it very convenient."

      Major Sturgis did not reply. In fact, he was too much interested in the article he was reading.

      "Ain't you as rich as uncle?" asked Sam, who was gradually leading up to his proposal.

      "Yes, Sam, I think so," answered his father, laying down the paper and removing his gold-bowed spectacles.

      "Then why won't you let me have a servant, too?"

      "What do you want of a servant? There are servants enough in the house."

      "I want a boy to follow me round, and do just what I bid him."

      "I don't see any necessity for it."

      "He could do errands for you, too, father," СКАЧАТЬ