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By Effie Spofforth
The boy, once back in his hall bed
room, threw himself down on the
narrow bed and remained there mo
tionless, his eyes closed. Sometimes,
when he came home from the ware
house he was physically inert like
this. He was only twenty-one, and
the contrast between the hopes with
which he had gone to the great city
and actuality was harder than the
He worked at $8 a week packing
books for Vincent & Co., publishers.
With a high school education and
literary aspirations, he ought to be
able to do something better than that
"We'll give you a chance in the
basement," Vincent had told him. "If
you make good there an opportunity
may arise upstairs."
"ni take it," the boy had answered.
At half-past seven the following
morning the boy went to work. He
had worked there for four months.
He did not know that Vincent was
trying him out, that there really
would be a chance for him, first at
clerical work and then, if he proved
efficient, in a minor role among the
literary staff of the publishing com
pany. Vincent had had his eye on
him all the while, as was his way. He
had asked the foreman of the de
partment two or three times if the
boy was still there. Next month, per
haps, he would give himself the sin
cere pleasure of inviting the boy to
accept $15 and assist Mr. Jones, the
advertising manager, in a clerical ca
pacity. Of all that the boy knew nothing.
He only saw himself hammering nails
into packing cases, among a crowd of
ignorant and not too high-minded as
sociates. And often he had thought of giving
nd going back to the farm, to
- sneers of the neighbors, the
aches of his father, and,
v his mother's pity.
Then temptation had come to him.
There was a man named Dutton
among the employes. Dutton had
shown him friendliness, had won his
"You're a fool, boy, to look forward
to a life of this sort of work," he said.
"There's easy money to be pipked up
in this city. Now listen to me "
In the lunch hour he had outlined
a plan by which money was to be
Till if I mm
She Had Lost AH Faith in Herself.
"picked up," as he phrased it It in
volved plain robbery. But, though
the boy shrank away, horrified at the
suggestion, the plausibility of the
man worked on his mind ancLthe,
temptation proved a real one, in spite
of his scruples.
Dutton had learned a secret about
the safe. Every house has its secrets,
its weak points in its defensive sys-