"Yes, madam. She must be nearly the age of my young pupil here."
"Bring her with you at any time," said motherly Mrs. Hoffman. "I shall be glad to have her come."
"If she would not be in the way."
"Not at all. We have plenty of room, and Jimmy has no playmate. We shall be very glad to see her."
"Mary will enjoy coming," said her father. "I appreciate your kindness in inviting her."
"By the way, Mr. Henderson," suggested Paul, "why don't you move into the upper part of the city? It will be more convenient for you, especially if you get other pupils."
"It is a good plan," said the artist. "I could not do so before, because I had no money. Now, thanks to your kindness, I can do so."
It was arranged that Jimmy should take two lessons a week, for which Paul agreed to pay a dollar each. The sum was small, but to Mr.
Henderson it was an important help. I will anticipate the future so far as to say that, after a while, through the persistent efforts of Paul, aided by Mr. Preston, he obtained three other pupils, from whom he was able to obtain a higher price, and occasionally he effected the sale of a picture, so that he was able to occupy more comfortable rooms, and provide himself with better clothing. The days of his adversity were over, and he now enjoyed a moderate degree of prosperity. Little Mary regained her lost flesh and color, and once more looked as she did when she sat for the figure of the girl in her father's picture, which Paul had sold to Mr. Preston. She came often with her father, when he was to give a lesson to Jimmy, and sometimes Mrs. Hoffman called to invite her to accompany Jimmy and herself to Central Park.
As to Jimmy, he surprised his teacher by the rapid progress which he made. He would have devoted all his time to drawing if his mother had permitted, but she was not willing that he should neglect his school studies--for Jimmy now attended school. His health, too, had improved, and he no longer looked weak and delicate.
So several months passed away. Paul's business continued good. It did not increase much, for there was not an opportunity for that. But he averaged fifteen dollars a week profit, and that, he justly felt, was a very good income from such a limited business. Mrs. Hoffman continued to make ties for Paul, so she, too, earned three or four dollars a week, and as they had no house rent to pay, they were able not only to live very comfortably, paying all the bills promptly, but to save up money besides. In addition to the money in Mr. Preston's hands, Paul had an account at a downtown savings-bank, which already amounted to over two hundred dollars.
"We must save money now, mother," said Paul; "for Mr. Talbot will be coming home by and by, and then we shall have to look up other rooms, and pay rent."
"Do you know when he means to come home? Has Mr. Preston told you?"
"No, mother. I think I will call round in the morning and inquire. He has already been away more than a year."
When Paul entered Mr. Preston's counting-room the next morning that gentleman looked up from his desk, and said, "I was just about to write you a letter, Paul."
"Indeed, sir."
"Yes; I am in receipt of a letter from Mr. Talbot, in which he announces his immediate return home. He will be here in four weeks, and he desires your mother to engage women to clean the house thoroughly, and put it in order for his occupation. Of course, you will keep an account of all you have to expend in this way, and you can hand me the bill."
"Yes, sir. I will see that it is done."
Paul heard, with some regret, of Mr. Talbot's speedy return. It would curtail his income considerably. Still he felt that Mr. Talbot would be satisfied with the manner in which his mother and himself had acquitted themselves of their trust, and that was a source of satisfaction.
He gave his mother immediate notice of the approaching return of Mr.
Talbot, and she began to look about for rooms to which to remove. At length she found a very comfortable place at twenty dollars a month.
Half that sum would have obtained them shelter in a poor tenement house, but both Paul and his mother had become fastidious, and felt that such economy would be out of place. They must have a respectable and comfortable home, even if they were prevented thereby from adding so much to their account at the savings-bank.
At length the steamer in which the Talbots had taken passage arrived.
A coach brought them from the pier to the house. Mrs. Hoffman and Paul were in waiting to receive them. Mrs. Talbot expressed herself pleased with the neat appearance of the house, and Mr. Talbot called Paul aside.
"My young friend," he said, "I deferred, till my return home, the acknowledgment of your very creditable conduct in the defense of my house. You showed a coolness and good judgment remarkable in one of your age. In return for this, and in acknowledgment of the generally satisfactory manner in which you and your mother have kept my house, I ask your acceptance of this pocketbook, with its contents."
When Paul opened it he was astonished and delighted to find that it contained two one-hundred dollar bills.
"One of them properly belongs to you, mother," he said. But Mrs.
Hoffman refused to take it.
"No, Paul," she said, "you are the treasurer of our little household.
Take this money and add to your savings. Some time you will find it useful in enlarging your business, or entering upon a new one."
"I will put it in the savings-bank, as you recommend, mother; but you must remember that the fund there is yours as much as mine."
"I will promise to call for money, Paul, whenever I want it. I like to think that we have so large a fund to draw upon in case of need."
CHAPTER XXVI.
FROM THE SIDEWALK TO THE SHOP.
One morning, some months later, Paul was looking over the advertising columns of the _Herald._ As his eye glanced carelessly over the Chances for Business, his attention was drawn to the following:
"FOR SALE The stock and fixtures of a gentlemen's small furnishing store. Good reasons for selling. Apply at No. -- Sixth avenue."
"I wonder how much it would cost," thought Paul. "I wish I had a small store instead of a stand. I could make more money. Besides, it would be more comfortable in cold and stormy weather."
It was a raw morning in November. Paul had his hands in his pockets, and had much ado to keep warm. But he knew that worse days were to come. The winter before he had suffered not a little on some days when he felt the necessity of keeping at his business.
"Let me see," he reflected. "I have about six hundred dollars. That is something, but it wouldn't go far toward stocking a store. Still, I have a great mind to go up and look at the place, and inquire about terms."
The more Paul thought about it, the more he felt a desire to go. He accordingly got a boy, in whom he felt confidence, to attend his stand, while he himself jumped on a Sixth avenue car and rode up to the shop advertised.
On entering he found it small, but neat, and to all appearance a good stand for business. The proprietor, a man of thirty-five or thereabouts, came forward.
"What can I show you?" he asked.
"I saw your advertisement in the _Herald,"_ said Paul, "and came to inquire about it. You want to sell out?"
"Yes. It is on account of my wife's health. The doctor says the city air doesn't agree with her, and orders her into the country. I don't want to be separated from her, and, besides, I have a chance to open a store in a country town where my uncle lives."
"Is this a good stand for business?"
"Excellent. I am making more money here than I can expect to outside of the city; but of course that is not to be put in the scale against my wife's health. Were you thinking of going into the business?"
"I should like to, but I have not much capital. At what price do you value your stock?"
"At two thousand dollars."
"That is more money than I have got."
"I'll tell you what I will do. If you will give me a thousand dollars down, and give me good security for the balance, payable a year hence, I will sell out to you."
"What is the rent?"
"A thousand dollars."