Part 9 (1/2)
CHAPTER VII
A NEW BUSINESS
The proprietor of the necktie stand was a slender, dark-complexioned young man of about twenty-five, or thereabouts.
His name was George Barry. Paul had known him for over a year, and whenever he pa.s.sed his stand was accustomed to stop and speak with him.
”Well, George, how's business?” asked Paul.
”Fair,” said Barry. ”That isn't what's the matter.”
”What is it, then?”
”I'm sick. I ought not to be out here to-day.”
”What's the matter with you?”
”I've caught a bad cold, and feel hot and feverish. I ought to be at home and abed.”
”Why don't you go?”
”I can't leave my business.”
”It's better to do that than to get a bad sickness.”
”I suppose it is. I am afraid I am going to have a fever. One minute I'm hot, another I'm cold. But I can't afford to close up my business.”
”Why don't you get somebody to take your place?”
”I don't know anybody I could get that I could trust. They'd sell my goods, and make off with the money.”
”Can you trust me?” asked Paul, who saw a chance to benefit himself as well as his friend.
”Yes, Paul, I could trust you, but I'm afraid I couldn't pay you enough to make it worth while for you to stand here.”
”I haven't got anything to do just now,” said Paul. ”I was in the prize-package business, but two fellows stole my stock in trade, and I'm not going into it again. It's about played out. I'm your man. Just make me an offer.”
”I should like to have you take my place for a day or two, for I know you wouldn't cheat me.”
”You may be sure of that.”
”I am sure. I know you are an honest boy, Paul. But I don't know what to offer you.”
”How many neckties do you sell a day?” asked Paul, in a businesslike tone.
”About a dozen on an average.”
”And how much profit do you make?”