CHAPTER IX.
NEW PLANS FOR CHESTER.
Two days later Chester found another letter from Mr. Conrad at the postoffice. In it were two bills--a ten and a five.
Mr. Conrad wrote:
"I have disposed of your two sketches to the same paper. The publisher offered me fifteen dollars for the two, and I thought it best to accept. Have you ever thought of coming to New York to live? You would be more favorably placed for disposing of your sketches, and would find more subjects in a large city than in a small village. The fear is that, if you continue to live in Wyncombe, you will exhaust your invention.
"There is one objection, the precarious nature of the business. You might sometimes go a month, perhaps, without selling a sketch, and meanwhile your expenses would go on. I think, however, that I have found a way of obviating this objection. I have a friend--Mr. Bushnell--who is in the real estate business, and he will take you into his office on my recommendation. He will pay you five dollars a week if he finds you satisfactory. This will afford you a steady income, which you can supplement by your art work. If you decide to accept my suggestion come to New York next Saturday, and you can stay with me over Sunday, and go to work on Monday morning.
"Your sincere friend,
"HERBERT CONRAD."
Chester read this letter in a tumult of excitement. The great city hadalways had a fascination for him, and he had hoped, without muchexpectation of the hope being realized, that he might one day findemployment there. Now the opportunity had come, but could he accept it?The question arose, How would his mother get along in his absence? Shewould be almost entirely without income. Could he send her enough fromthe city to help her along?
He went to his mother and showed her the letter.
"Fifteen dollars!" she exclaimed. "Why, that is fine, Chester. I shallbegin to be proud of you. Indeed, I am proud of you now."
"I can hardly realize it myself, mother. I won't get too much elated,for it may not last. What do you think of Mr. Conrad's proposal?"
"To go to New York?"
"Yes."
Mrs. Rand's countenance fell.
"I don't see how I can spare you, Chester," she said, soberly.
"If there were any chance of making a living in Wyncombe, it would bedifferent."
"You might go back to Mr. Tripp's store."
"After he had charged me with stealing? No, mother, I will never serveSilas Tripp again."
"There might be some other chance."
"But there isn't, mother. By the way, I heard at the post office thatthe shoe manufactory will open again in three weeks."
"That's good news. I shall have some more binding to do."
"And I can send you something every week from New York."
"But I will be so lonely, Chester, with no one else in the house."
"That is true, mother."
"But I won't let that stand in the way. You may have prospects in NewYork. You have none here."
"And, as Mr. Conrad says, I am likely to run out of subjects forsketches."
"I think I shall have to give my consent, then."
"Thank you, mother," said Chester, joyfully. "I will do what I can topay you for the sacrifice you are making."
Just then the doorbell rang.
"It is Mr. Gardener, the lawyer," said Chester, looking from thewindow.
A moment later he admitted the lawyer.
"Well, Chester," said Mr. Gardener, pleasantly, "have you disposed ofyour lots in Tacoma yet?"
"No, Mr. Gardener. In fact, I had almost forgotten about them."
"Sometime they may prove valuable."
"I wish it might be soon."
"I fancy you will have to wait a few years. By the time you aretwenty-one you may come into a competence."
"I won't think of it till then."
"That's right. Work as if you had nothing to look forward to."
"You don't want to take me into your office and make a lawyer of me,Mr. Gardener, do you?"
"Law in Wyncombe does not offer any inducements. If I depended on mylaw business, I should fare poorly, but thanks to a frugal andindustrious father, I have a fair income outside of my earnings. Mrs.Rand, my visit this morning is to you. How would you like to take aboarder?"
Chester and his mother looked surprised.
"Who is it, Mr. Gardener?"
"I have a cousin, a lady of forty, who thinks of settling down inWyncombe. She thinks country air will be more favorable to her healththan the city."
"Probably she is used to better accommodations than she would findhere."
"My cousin will be satisfied with a modest home."
"We have but two chambers, mine and Chester's."
"But you know, mother, I am going to New York to work."
"That's true; your room will be vacant."
Mr. Gardener looked surprised.
"Isn't this something new," he asked, "about you going to New York, Imean?"
"Yes, sir; that letter from Mr. Conrad will explain all."
Mr. Gardener read the letter attentively.
"I think the plan a good one," he said. "You will find that you willwork better in a great city. Then, if my cousin comes, your mother willnot be so lonesome."
"It is the very thing," said Chester, enthusiastically.
"What is your cousin's name, Mr. Gardener?" asked the widow.
"Miss Jane Dolby. She is a spinster, and at her age there is not muchchance of her changing her condition. Shall I write her that you willreceive her?"
"Yes; I shall be glad to do so."
"And, as Miss Dolby is a business woman, she will expect me to tell heryour terms."
"Will four dollars a week be too much?" asked Mrs. Rand, in a tone ofhesitation.
"Four dollars, my dear madam!"
"Do you consider it too much? I am afraid I could not afford to sayless."
"I consider it too little. My cousin is a woman of means. I will tellher your terms are eight dollars a week including washing."
"But will she be willing to pay so much?"
"She pays twelve dollars a week in the city, and could afford to paymore. She is not mean, but is always willing to pay a good price."
"I can manage very comfortably on that sum," said Mrs. Rand,brightening up. "I hope I shall be able to make your cousincomfortable."
"I am sure of it. Miss Dolby is a very sociable lady, and if you arewilling to hear her talk she will be content."
"She will keep me from feeling lonesome."
When Mr. Gardener left the house, Chester said: "All things seem to beworking in aid of my plans, mother, I feel much more comfortable nowthat you will have company."
"Besides, Chester, you will not need to send me any money. The moneyMiss Dolby pays me will be sufficient to defray the expenses of thetable, and I shall still have some time for binding shoes."
"Then I hope I may be able to save some money."
During the afternoon Chester went to the store to buy groceries. Mr.Tripp himself filled the order. He seemed disposed to be friendly.
"Your money holds out well, Chester," he said, as he made change for atwo-dollar bill.
"Yes, Mr. Tripp."
"I can't understand it, for my part. Your mother must be a goodmanager."
"Yes, Mr. Tripp, she is."
"You'd orter come back to work for me, Chester."
"But you have got a boy already."
"The Wood boy ain't worth shucks. He ain't got no push, and he's allusforgettin' his errands. If you'll come next Monday I'll pay you twodollars and a half a week. That's pooty good for these times."
"I'm sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Tripp, but I am going to worksomewhere else."
"Where?" asked Silas, in great surprise.
"In New York," answered Chester, proudly.
"You don't say! How'd you get it?"
"Mr. Conrad, an artist, a friend of the minister, got it for me."
"Is your mother willin' to have you go?"
"She will miss me, but she thinks it will be for my advantage."
"How's she goin' to live? It will take all you can earn to pay your ownway in a big city. In fact, I don't believe you can do it."
"I'll try, Mr. Tripp."
Chester did not care to mention the new boarder that was expected, ashe thought it probable that Mr. Tripp, who always looked out for hisown interests, would try to induce Miss Dolby to board with him. As Mr.Tripp had the reputation of keeping a very poor table, he had neversucceeded in retaining a boarder over four weeks.
Chester found that his clothing needed replenishing, and ventured tospend five dollars for small articles, such as handkerchiefs, socks,etc. Saturday morning he walked to the depot with a small gripsack inhis hand and bought a ticket for New York.
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