ding aloud, sir?"

"Yes."

"I will try, if you wish."

"Take a book from the table--any book--and let me hear you read."

Frank opened the first book that came to hand--one of Irving's and read
in a clear, unembarrassed voice about half a page.

"Very good indeed!" said Mr. Wharton. "You have been well taught. Where
did you attend school?"

"Only in the town school, sir."

"You have, at any rate, made good use of your advantages."

"But will it do me any good, sir?" asked Frank.

"People are not paid for reading, are they?"

"Not in general, but we will suppose the case of a person whose eyes are
weak, and likely to be badly affected by evening use. Then suppose such
a person could secure the services of a good, clear, distinct reader,
don't you think he would be willing to pay something?"

"I suppose so. Do you know of any such person?" asked Frank.

"I am describing myself, Frank. A year since I strained my eyes very
severely, and have never dared to use them much since by gaslight. Mrs.
Bradley, my housekeeper, has read to me some, but she has other duties,
and I don't think she enjoys it very much. Now, why shouldn't I get you
to read to me in the evening when you are not otherwise employed?"

"I wish you would, Mr. Wharton," said Frank, eagerly. "I would do my
best."

"I have no doubt of that, but there is another question--perhaps you
might ask a higher salary than I could afford to pay."

"Would a dollar a week be too much?" asked Frank.

"I don't think I could complain of that," said Mr. Wharton, gravely.
"Very well, I will engage you as my reader."

"Thank you, sir."

"But about the pay; I have made up my mind to pay you five dollars a
week."

"Five dollars a week!" Frank repeated. "It is much more than my services
will be worth sir."

"Let me judge of that, Frank."

"I don't know how to thank you, sir," said Frank, gratefully. "I never
expected to be so rich. I shall have no trouble in paying for Grace's
board and clothes now. When do you want me to begin reading to you?"

"You may as well begin to-night--that is, unless you have some other
engagement."

"Oh, no, sir, I have nothing else to do."

"Take the Evening Post, then, and read me the leading editorial.
Afterward, I will tell you what to read."

Frank had been reading about half an hour, when a knock was heard at the
door.

"Come in," said Mr. Wharton.

Mrs. Bradley entered, with a soft, quiet step.

"I thought, sir