The Cash Boy

ehousekeeper was about to withdraw; ``don't im

ed tone. ``You are very considerate, I am sure,but

ed Mr. Wharton, ``and I dare say shefeels a little disturbed

he will be offend

id F

n matters to her. Go onwi

ne, Mr. Wharton t

e said. ``I have no doubt y

not tir

shall seldomkeep you later than this. D

n shall I come to

tle befor

ll be pu

wholly withoutanxiety, for it was

to come home. I began to think youhad got into trouble. I was

ite a different

ry, including an acc

mpany in theevening. I am sorry for

I expected,'' said Fr

man is this Mr. Wha

ky tohave so good a friend. There's only o

at's t

Mrs. Bradley--for some reason or

akes you t

to read to Mr. Wharton last evening, and didn'tseem

st take care notto offend her. She m

er politely, but I don't t

on leaving thelibrary, had g

a fool!'' she mu

estreets, invite him to dinner, and treat him as anh

nd slaving for twentyyears, and what have I got by it? I've laid up twothousand dollars; and what is that to provide formy old age?

nged on him as sure as my

in a moment one ofthe housema

ew outside, ma'am, an

dface became softer and pleasanter in aspect as ayou

are you,

she answered. ``Youhaven'

Nothing butwork, work, all the time,

ugh at six o'clo

`Ye

nd your evenings p

ees, aunt, if that'swhat you mean.

hink you might

o ayoung fellow like me when he's got his boa

n debt, I hope, T

ley, u

and I don't knowwhere I'm going

rt of thehousekeeper was warm. He was her sister's son and hernearest relative. Her savings were destined for him,and in her attachment she was not conscious of hisdisagreeable characteristics. She had occasionallygiven him a five-dolla

motive of suchattention she received from her nephew. She flatteredherself that he

den thought, ``Imay be able to hel

read to himevenings. On my rec

I don't see it. I don'twa

homas,'' said his

ght take a fancy to youand

ody would rememb

any chance of the oldboy's doi

yourself. You must

do something. W

fact, there's anotherre

re's no chan

e unsuited for the place. He's a cash-boy at Gilbert & Mack's.

om my own place?

er, I be

tely come. How did he g

street, and he happenedto be

ave to manag

ew to a strange boy, seeing I havebeen twenty years in his serv

a of giving up myevenings. I

little while, to get

hen tell himmy health was failing, and

first thing must be t

with his aunt, the richer by five dollars,half of which was s