"
"Yes, that's the trouble. Good openings are scarce, and very often one
must be known to get a place."
"And some want security," added the boy, relating his interview with
the tea-merchant.
"Don't have anything to do with that class of men," exclaimed Mr. Joyce
emphatically. "They won't give you a cent more than they are forced
to, and advancement in their service is out of the question."
"It didn't strike me very favorably."
"I am sorry that you are not better acquainted with city ways. You may
have to pay dearly for your experience, though I hope not."
"I'm going to keep my eyes open as widely as I can, sir."
"You'll have to." Mr. Joyce paused for a moment. "Can you come over
to my office this afternoon, about three o'clock?" he asked.
"Yes, sir."
"Maybe I'll be able to place you. I won't promise, but I'll do what
I can."
Richard's heart gave a bound. He had taken a strong liking to the
leather merchant, and the hearty manner of the latter, somewhat like
that of Doc Linyard, was certainly taking.
"Thank you, I'll be on hand," he replied quickly.
"Do; but remember I make no promises," returned Mr. Joyce. "I'm off
now. I must answer this mail and a pile of other letters that have
accumulated during my absence."
In a moment the merchant was lost to sight in the crowd.
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