A Cousin's Conspiracy: or, A Boy's Struggle for an Inheritance

“Ernest Ray.”

“That’s a good name. You’ll only have to live up to it – to the first part of it, I mean. Then you accept my offer?”

“You haven’t made any,” said Ernest, smiling.

“Oh, you mean about wages. Well, I don’t offer any stated wages. I will give you one-third profits, and then your pay will depend on your success. The fact is, you are to keep the store.”

Ernest looked an inquiry.

“One person can attend to it by day. I will come in the evening, and take a general look after things. Just at first I’ll stay with you till you’ve got the hang of things. But during the day I shall be looking after my claims. Do you know how to keep books?”

“I understand single-entry bookkeeping.”

“That will be all you will require.”

“How soon shall you start?” asked Ernest, who began to feel very much interested.

“I will go to Sacramento to-morrow, now that we have come to terms. You know that frame building near Ashton’s cabin?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t know what it was originally used for, but it is empty and I can secure it for our store. It isn’t large, but it will hold all we need.”

“Yes, that will do.”

“You haven’t said how you like my offer.”

“Of one-third profits? I like it better than if you paid me wages. I will make it amount to a good deal.”

“That will suit me. I don’t care how much you make out of it, for I shall make twice as much.”

“How did you happen to think of me?”

“I’ve watched you ever since you came. I can judge of anyone, man or boy, if I have time enough to take stock of him. I saw that you were just the man for me.”

“Boy,” suggested Ernest, smiling.

“Oh, well, I’ll make a man of you. By the way, an idea has just occurred to me. You’d better go to Sacramento with me to-morrow.”

“I should like to do it,” said Ernest.

“Then you can notice where I buy my supplies. You may need to go alone sometimes.”

“At what time will we start?”

“The stage leaves at seven o’clock.”

“I will be ready.”

CHAPTER XXVIII

STOREKEEPING

The journey to Sacramento was made, the goods selected, and in less than a week the new store was stocked. In the arrangement of goods Ernest took a zealous part. He had never served in a store, yet it seemed to come natural to him, and he felt more interest in it than in the work of mining.

After the store was in full working order, Horace Ames left Ernest as sole manager, coming in only in the evening to look at the books, for Ernest as far as possible kept a record of every sale.

Storekeeping in those days and in that country was unusually profitable. Ernest made a little comparison between the cost of goods and the selling price, and arrived at the conclusion that the average profits were a hundred per cent. And still the miners were able to buy goods cheaper than when they sent to Sacramento for them.

At the end of the first week Ernest figured up the sales and found they aggregated two hundred dollars. His share of the profit amounted to a little over thirty dollars.

This was encouraging, being three times as much as he had ever realized in the same length of time from mining. There was one embarrassment. There was no bank in the place where money could be deposited, and of course the chance of loss by robbery was much increased. However, his partner purchased a small safe, and this afforded some security.

One day a man entered the store and purchased a pipe and tobacco. He was a stranger to Ernest, but there was something familiar in his look, yet he could not place him.

The newcomer looked about with considerable curiosity.

“You have quite a snug store here,” he remarked.

“Yes.”

“Does it belong to you?”

“I have an interest in it, but it belongs to Mr. Ames.”

“Is he here much?”

“He usually comes in evenings, but he is interested in mining.”

“You seem to have a good trade.”

“What makes you think so?”

“You have a good stock. You would not keep so many goods unless you had a call for them.”

“Have I ever seen you before?” asked Ernest abruptly, for the idea grew upon him that he and his new customer had met somewhere under peculiar circumstances.

“I don’t know. I don’t remember you,” answered the customer, shrugging his shoulders. “I haven’t been in California long. I suppose you were born here.”

“No; very few of those now living in California were born here. I once lived in Iowa. Were you ever there?”

“Never,” answered the customer. “I’ve been in Missouri, but never in Iowa.”

“I have never been in that State. Are you going to stay here?”

“I don’t know. It depends on whether I can make any money. I suppose you don’t want to hire a clerk?”

“No.”