It was kept by Jonas Martin, an elderly man, and
his son, James. The stock consisted principally of books and stationery,
although the proprietors also kept papers and magazines, for which
there was a steady daily demand.
"I suppose there is hardly any use in striking him," thought Richard,
as he entered the store. "But I said every place, so here goes."
He found the elderly Mr. Martin behind a desk, writing a letter. The
storekeeper's face wore a troubled look.
"Good-morning," began Richard. "Is this Mr. Martin?"
"That's my name," was the reply. "What can I do for you?"
"I am looking for a place, sir. I worked for Williams & Mann, but they
burned out, as, no doubt you know, and that threw me out of work. Have
you anything open? I can furnish good recommendations."
Richard had carefully rehearsed this little speech, and now delivered
it so that his hearer might understand every word that was uttered.
Mr. Martin looked at him sharply, and then rubbed his chin reflectively.
"What made you think I needed help?" he asked.
"Oh, I don't know, sir. Every proprietor needs help at one time or
another, and I've made up my mind to find a place if there is any
open."
"You have recommendations, you say?"
"Yes, sir."
And Richard handed over those he had received from Williams & Mann.
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