While eating he looked over the paper, and found quite a number of
places worth hunting up. By the aid of the map Mr. Joyce had loaned
him he sorted out the addresses in regular order, and put them down
in his note-book.
"Here is that newspaper office order," said the sailor, as Richard was
about to leave. "If you're around in that neighborhood in the afternoon
just see if there are any answers. One might have come already."
"I will," replied Richard. "Can I leave my valise here?"
"Certainly; I want you to make yourself at home here until you find
a better place."
"Thank you. But I must pay you--"
"Not a cent. You helped me, and I'm going to do my duty by you. I'm
no land shark."
And the old sailor shook his head in a way that showed he meant every
word he said.
BOY WANTED, bright and active; to help feed. Norris Printing Co., Water
St., near Wall.
Such was the wording of the first advertisement on Richard's list.
He knew Wall Street ran from Broadway opposite Trinity Church, towards
the East River, and he was not long in reaching that famous money mart,
where millions of dollars change hands each day between the hours of
10 A.M. and 3 P.M. The grand approaches to many of the buildings made
him feel timid, and he could not help but wonder if the place to which
he was going was also so magnificent.
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