Timothy Crump's Ward: A Story of American Life

by Jr. Horatio Alger

  THE card which had been handed to Timothy Crump contained the nameof Thomas Merriam,----Wall Street. Punctually at twelve, the cooperreported himself at the counting-room, and received a cordial welcomefrom the merchant.

  "I am glad to see you," he said. "I will come to business at once, asI am particularly engaged this morning. Is there any way in which I canserve you?"

  "Not unless you can procure me a situation, sir."

  "I think you told me you were a cooper."

  "Yes sir."

  "Does this yield you a good support?"

  "In good times it pays me two dollars a day. Lately it has beendepressed, and for a time paid me but a dollar and a half."

  "When do you anticipate its revival?"

  "That is uncertain. It may be some months first."

  "And, in the mean time, you are willing to undertake some otheremployment?"

  "Yes, sir. I have no objection to any honest employment."

  Mr. Merriam reflected a moment.

  "Just at present," he said, "I have nothing to offer except the post ofporter. If that will suit you, you can enter upon the duties to-morrow."

  "I shall be very glad to take it, sir. Anything is better thanidleness."

  "Your compensation shall be the same that you have been accustomed toearn by your trade,--two dollars a day."

  "I only received that in the best times," said Timothy, conscientiously.

  "Your services will be worth it. I will expect you, then, to-morrowmorning at eight. You are married, I suppose?"

  "Yes, sir. I am blessed with a good wife."

  "I am glad of that. Stay a moment."

  The merchant went to his desk, and presently returned with a scaledenvelope.

  "Give that to your wife," he said.

  The interview terminated, and the cooper went home, quite elated by hissuccess. His present engagement would enable him to bridge over the dulltime, and save him from incurring debt, of which he had a just horror.

  "Just in time," said Mrs. Crump. "We've got an apple-pudding to-day."

  "You haven't forgotten what I like, Mary."

  "There's no knowing how long you will be able to afford puddings," saidAunt Rachel. "To my mind it's extravagant to have meat and pudding both,when a month hence you may be in the poor-house."

  "Then," said Jack, "I wouldn't eat any."

  "Oh, if you grudge me the little I eat," said his aunt, in severesorrow, "I will go without."

  "Tut, Rachel, nobody grudges you anything here," said her brother, "andas to the poor-house, I've got some good news to tell you that will putthat thought out of your heads."

  "What is it?" asked Mrs. Crump, looking up brightly.

  "I have found employment."

  "Not at your trade?"

  "No, but at something else, which will pay equally well, till traderevives."

  Here he told the story of the chance by which he was enabled to serveMr. Merriam, and of the engagement to which it had led.

  "You are, indeed, fortunate," said Mrs. Crump. "Two dollars a day, andwe've got nearly the whole of the money that came with this dear child.How rich we shall be!"

  "Well, Rachel, where are your congratulations?" asked the cooper of hissister, who, in subdued sorrow, was eating her second slice of pudding.

  "I don't see anything so very fortunate in being engaged as a porter,"said Rachel, lugubriously. "I heard of a porter, once, who had a greatbox fall upon him and crush him; and another, who committed suicide."

  The cooper laughed.

  "So, Rachel, you conclude that one or the other is the inevitable lot ofall who are engaged in this business."

  "It is always well to be prepared for the worst," said Rachel,oracularly.

  "But not to be always looking for it," said her brother.

  "It'll come, whether you look for it or not," returned his sister,sententiously.

  "Then, suppose we spend no thoughts upon it, since, according to youradmission, it's sure to come either way."

  Rachel pursued her knitting, in severe melancholy.

  "Won't you have another piece of pudding, Timothy?" asked Mrs. Crump.

  "I don't care if I do, Mary, it's so good," said the cooper, passing hisplate. "Seems to me it's the best pudding you ever made."

  "You've got a good appetite, that is all," said Mrs. Crump, modestly.

  "By the way, Mary," said the cooper, with a sudden thought, "I quiteforgot that I have something for you."

  "For me?"

  "Yes, from Mr. Merriam."

  "But he don't know me," said Mrs. Crump, in surprise.

  "At any rate, he asked me if I were married, and then handed me thisenvelope for you. I am not quite sure whether I ought to allow gentlemento write letters to my wife."

  Mrs. Crump opened the envelope with considerable curiosity, and utteredan exclamation of surprise, as a bank-note fluttered to the carpet.

  "By gracious, mother," said Jack, springing to get it, "you're in luck.It's a hundred dollar bill."

  "So it is, I declare," said Mrs. Crump, joyfully. "But, Timothy, itisn't mine. It belongs to you."

  "No, Mary, it shall be yours. I'll put it in the Savings Bank for you."

  "Merriam's a trump, and no mistake," said Jack. "By the way, father,when you see him again, won't you just insinuate that you have a son?Ain't we in luck, Aunt Rachel?"

  "'Pride goes before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall,'"said Rachel.

  "I never knew Aunt Rachel to be jolly but once," said Jack, under hisbreath; "and that was at a funeral."

  CHAPTER VII. EIGHT YEARS. IDA'S PROGRESS.