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Graham. Besides, Eben's mother interceded for him, and the father, in bitterness of spirit, was about to mail a registered letter to Mrs. Jones, when the cause of his anguish suddenly made his appearance in the store.

“How are you, father?” he said, nonchalantly, taking a cigar from his mouth. “Didn't expect to see me, did you?”

“What brings you here, Eben?” asked Mr. Graham, uneasily.

“Well, the cars brought me to Stockton, and I've walked the rest of the way.”

“I've heard of you,” said his father, frowning. “I got a letter last night from Mrs. Jones.”

“She said she was going to write,” said Eben, shrugging his shoulders.

“How came it,” said his father, his voice trembling with anger, “that you haven't paid your board bill for six weeks?”

“I didn't have the money,” said Eben, with a composure which was positively aggravating to his father.

“And why didn't you have the money? Your wages are ample to pay all your expenses.”

“It costs more money to live in Boston than you think for, father.”

“Don't you get ten dollars a week, sir? At your age I got only seven, and saved two dollars a week.”

“You didn't live in Boston, father.”

“I didn't smoke cigars,” said his father, angrily, as he fixed his eye on the one his son was smoking. “How much did you pay for that miserable weed?”

“You're mistaken, father. It's a very good article. I paid eight dollars a hundred.”

“Eight dollars a hundred!” gasped Mr. Graham. “No wonder you can't pay your board bill—I can't afford to spend my money on cigars.”

“Oh, yes, you can, father, if you choose. Why, you're a rich man.”

“A rich man!” repeated Mr. Graham, nervously. “It would take a rich man to pay your bills. But you haven't told me why you have come home.”

“I lost my situation, father—some meddlesome fellow told my employer that I occasionally played a game of pool, and my tailor came to the store and dunned me; so old Boggs gave me a long lecture and my walking papers, and here I am.”

Ebenezer Graham was sorely troubled, and, though he isn't a favorite of mine, I confess, that in this matter he has my sincere sympathy.





CHAPTER IV. HERBERT LOSES HIS PLACE.

Ebenezer Graham with some difficulty ascertained from Eben that he had other bills, amounting in the aggregate to forty-seven dollars. This added to the board bill, made a total of seventy-seven dollars. Mr. Graham's face elongated perceptibly.

“That is bad enough,” he said; “but you have lost your income also, and that makes matters worse. Isn't there a chance of the firm taking you back?”

“No, sir,” replied the prodigal. “You see, we had a flare up, and I expressed my opinion of them pretty plainly. They wouldn't take me back if I'd come for nothing.”

“And they won't give you a recommendation, either?” said Ebenezer, with a half groan.

“No, sir; I should say not.”

“So you have ruined your prospects so far as Boston is concerned,” said his father, bitterly. “May I ask how you expect to get along?”

“I have a plan,” said Eben, with cheerful confidence.

“What is it?”

“I would like to go to California. If I can't get any situation in San Francisco, I can go to the mines.”

“Very fine, upon my word!” said his father, sarcastically. “And how do you propose to get to California?”

“I can go either by steamer, across the isthmus, or over the Union Pacific road.”

“That isn't what I mean. Where are you to get the money to pay your fare with?”

“I suppose you will supply that,” said Eben.

“You do? Well, it strikes me you have some assurance,” ejaculated Mr. Graham. “You expect me to advance hundreds of dollars, made by working early and late, to support a spendthrift son!”

“I'll pay you back as soon as I am able,” said Eben, a little abashed.

“No doubt! You'd pay me in the same way you pay your board bills,” said Ebenezer, who may be excused for the sneer. “I can invest my money to better advantage than upon you.”

“Then, if you will not do that,” said Eben, sullenly, “I will leave you to suggest a plan.”

“There is only one plan I can think of, Eben. Go back to your old place in the store. I will dismiss the Carr boy, and you can attend to the post office, and do the store work.”

“What, go back to tending a country grocery, after being a salesman in a city store!” exclaimed Eben, disdainfully.

“Yes, it seems the only thing you have left. It's your own fault that you are not still a salesman in the city.”

Eben took the cigar from his mouth, and thought rapidly.

“Well,” he said, after a pause, “if I agree to do this, what will you pay me?”

“What will I pay you?”

“Yes, will you pay me ten dollars a week—the same as I got at Hanbury & Deane's?”

“Ten dollars a week!” ejaculated Ebenezer, “I don't get any more than that myself.”

“I guess there's a little mistake in your calculations, father,” said Eben, significantly. “If you don't make at least forty dollars a week, including the post office, then I am mistaken.”

“So you are—ridiculously mistaken!” said his father, sharply. “What you presume is entirely out of the question. You forget that you will be getting your board, and Tom Tripp only received a dollar and a half a week without board.”

“Is that all you pay to Herbert Carr?”

“I pay him a leetle more,” admitted Ebenezer.

“What will you give me?”

“I'll give you your board and clothes,” said Ebenezer, “and that seems to be more than you made in Boston.”

“Are you in earnest?” asked Eben, in genuine dismay.

“Certainly. It isn't a bad offer, either.”

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