Part 24 (1/2)
He began to feel a little serious. It was evident that the boys did not receive as large compensation for their services as he had supposed.
The problem promised to be a perplexing one, but Frank was by no means discouraged. In fact, if he had been, he would hardly have deserved to be the hero of my story.
Though Clinton Place is not very far uptown, it is a considerable walk from this point to the Astor House.
There was so much to see, however, that Frank did not become tired, nor was he sensible of the distance. He walked a little beyond the Astor House, and, crossing Broadway, turned down Fulton Street.
On the left side of the street his attention was drawn to a restaurant, and he was led by the prompting of appet.i.te to enter.
The prices he found to be reasonable, and the tables were already pretty well filled with clerks and business men, who were partaking of their midday lunch.
Frank found that a plate of meat, with potato and a small supply of bread and b.u.t.ter, could be obtained for fifteen cents.
He afterward found restaurants where the same could be gotten for ten cents, but generally there was a deficiency in quality or quant.i.ty, and there was less neatness in serving the articles.
Seated at the same table with Frank were two young men, neither probably much over twenty. One appeared to be filling a regular clerks.h.i.+p.
”What are you doing now, Jack?” he asked of the other.
”I am in the tea business.”
”How is that?”
”You know the Great Pekin Tea Company, of course?”
”Yes.”
”Well, until I can get a place, I am selling for them.”
”How do you make out?”
”I can't tell you, for I have only just commenced,” said his friend.
”How do they pay--salary or commission?”
”They are to pay me a commission--twenty per cent on what I sell.”
”That is a good commission.”
”Yes; it is good enough, if I can make a fair amount of sales. There is a good deal of uncertainty about it of course. I would much rather have a place like yours.”
Frank listened with interest. He wondered whether the Great Pekin Tea Company would employ him. If so, he would have a field for his energy, and every inducement to work hard, since his pay would depend on the amount of his sales. Besides, as an agent, he would occupy a comparatively independent position, and Frank was ambitious enough to enjoy this.
CHAPTER XX
AN ADVENTURE IN WALL STREET
When the two men at his table left the restaurant, Frank followed them.