Do and Dare — a Brave Boy's Fight for Fortune

“Six dollars a week.”

“Six dollars a week!” repeated the storekeeper, in incredulous amazement. “Sho! you’re joking!”

“You can ask Mr. Melville, sir.”

Ebenezer regarded George Melville with an inquiring look.

“Yes, I pay Herbert six dollars a week,” said he, smiling.

“Well, I never!” ejaculated Ebenezer. “That’s the strangest thing I ever heard. How in the name of conscience can a boy earn so much money trampin’ round?”

“Perhaps it would not be worth as much to anyone else,” said Melville, “but Herbert suits me, and I need cheerful company.”

“You ain’t goin’ to keep him long at that figger, be you, Mr. Melville?” asked Mr. Graham, bluntly.

“I think we shall be together a considerable time, Mr. Graham. If, however, you should be willing to pay Herbert a larger salary, I might feel it only just to release him from his engagement to me.”

“Me pay more’n six dollars a week!” gasped Ebenezer. “I ain’t quite crazy. Why, it would take about all I get from the post office.”

“You wouldn’t expect me to take less than I can earn elsewhere, Mr. Graham,” said Herbert.

“No-o!” answered the storekeeper, slowly. He was evidently nonplused by the absolute necessity of getting another clerk, and his inability to think of a suitable person.

“If Tom Tripp was with me, I might work him into the business,” said Ebenezer, thoughtfully, “but he’s bound out to a farmer.”

An inspiration came to Herbert. He knew that his mother would be glad to earn something, and there was little else to do in Wayneboro.

“I think,” he said, “you might make an arrangement with my mother, to make up and sort the mail, for a time, at least.”

“Why, so I could; I didn’t think of that,” answered Ebenezer, relieved. “Do you think she’d come over to-morrow mornin’?”

“If she can’t, I will,” said Herbert. “I don’t meet Mr. Melville till nine o’clock.”

“So do! I’ll expect you. I guess I’ll come over and see your mother this evenin’, and see if I can’t come to some arrangement with her.”

It may be added that Mr. Graham did as proposed, and Mrs. Carr agreed to render him the assistance he needed for three dollars a week. It required only her mornings, and a couple of hours at the close of the afternoon, and she was very glad to convert so much time into money.

“It makes me feel more independent,” she said. “I don’t want to feel that you do all the work, Herbert, and maintain the family single-handed.”

The same evening Herbert broached the plan of traveling with Mr. Melville. As might have been expected, his mother was at first startled, and disposed to object, but Herbert set before her the advantages, both to himself and the family, and touched upon the young man’s need of a companion so skillfully and eloquently that she was at last brought to regard the proposal favorably. She felt that George Melville was one to whom she could safely trust her only boy. Moreover, her own time would be partly occupied, owing to the arrangement she had just made to assist in the post office, so that Herbert carried his point.

The tenth of October arrived, the date which George Melville had fixed upon for his departure. Mrs. Carr had put Herbert’s wardrobe in order, and he had bought himself a capacious carpetbag and an umbrella, and looked forward with eagerness to the day on which their journey was to commence. He had long thought and dreamed of the West, its plains and cities, but had never supposed that it would be his privilege to make acquaintance with them, at any rate, until he should have become twice his present age. But the unexpected had happened, and on Monday he and George Melville were to start for Chicago.

CHAPTER XX. AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE IN CHICAGO

In due time our travelers reached Chicago, and put up at the Palmer House. Herbert was much impressed by the elegance of the hotel, its sumptuous furniture, and luxurious table. It must be considered that he was an inexperienced traveler, though had he been otherwise he might be excused for his admiration.

“I have some business in Chicago, and shall remain two or three days,” said George Melville.

Herbert was quite reconciled to the delay, and, as his services were not required, employed his time in making himself familiar with the famous Western city. He kept his eyes open, and found something new and interesting at every step. One day, as he was passing through the lower portion of the city, his attention was called to a young man wheeling a barrow of cabbages and other vegetables, a little in advance of him. Of course, there was nothing singular about this, but there seemed something familiar in the figure of the young man. Herbert quickened his step, and soon came up with him.

One glance was enough. Though disguised by a pair of overalls, and without a coat, Herbert recognized the once spruce dry-goods clerk, Eben Graham.

Eben recognized Herbert at the same time. He started, and flushed with shame, not because of the theft of which he had been guilty, but because he was detected in an honest, but plebeian labor.

“Herbert Carr!” he exclaimed, stopping short.

“Yes, Eben; it is I!”

“You find me changed,” said Eben, dolefully.

“No, I should recognize you anywhere.”

“I don’t mean that. I have sunk very low,” and he glanced pathetically at the wheelbarrow.

“If you refer to your employment, I don’t agree with you. It is an honest business.”

“True, but I never dreamed when I stood behind the counter in Boston, and waited on fashionable ladies, that I should ever come to this.”

“He seems more ashamed of wheeling vegetables than of stealing,” thought Herbert, and he was correct.

“How do you happen to be in this business, Eben?” he asked, with some curiosity.

“I must do it or starve. I was cheated out of my money soon after I came here, and didn’t know where to turn.”

Eben did not explain that he lost his money in a gambling house. He might have been cheated out of it, but it was his own fault, for venturing into competition with older and more experienced knaves than himself.

“I went for thirty-six hours without food,” continued Eben, “when I fell in with a man who kept a vegetable store, and he offered to employ me. I have been with him ever since.”

“You were fortunate to find employment,” said Herbert.

“Fortunate!” repeated Eben, in a tragic tone. “How much wages do you think I get?”

“I can’t guess.”

“Five dollars a week, and have to find myself,” answered Eben, mournfully. “What would my fashionable friends in Boston say if they could see me?”

“I wouldn’t mind what they said as long as you are getting an honest living.”

“How do you happen to be out here?” asked Eben.

His story was told in a few words.

“You are always in luck!” said Eben, enviously. “I wish I had your chance. Is Mr. Melville very rich?”

“He is rich; but I don’t know how rich.”

“Do you think he’d lend me money enough to get home?”