"
"We don't take the goods back," was the firm reply. "Everything that
goes out has been ordered and is charged to the account of the one
taking the goods out."
"Who takes the orders?"
"Our canvassers."
"But the orders may not be good," suggested the boy. "People sometimes
change their minds, especially when they've been talked into buying."
"The orders are always good. Besides, if a person refuses to honor his
order all you've got to do is to turn round and sell the packages to
some one else. Come, what do you say? You'd better try it. It's a good
offer."
"I haven't got the money," was Richard's reply.
And for some reason he was glad of the fact.
"Better get it then and go to work," urged the merchant. "You can't
make seven dollars a week easier."
"I'll think it over," replied the boy.
There was something in the offer that did not strike him favorably,
and indeed it was a good thing that he was not in a position to accept
it.
The whole proposition was hardly above a common swindle, enough bogus
orders being put among the honest ones either to make the one
undertaking the job do a lot of peddling on his own account, or else
cause him to pay away half his salary on the goods left over.
Walking up Vesey Street, Richard found himself directly opposite the
post-office.
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