That's a good hint," thought
he.

"I was telling Thomas," said the housekeeper, "that you had kindly
expressed a desire to be of service to him."

"I am not now in active business," said Mr. Wharton, "and of course have
not the opportunities I formerly had for helping young men, but I will
bear your case in mind, Mr. Bradley."

"Thank you, sir," said Thomas. "I am sure I earn a thousand dollars a
year."

"I think, Thomas," said Mrs. Bradley, "we won't intrude on Mr. Wharton
longer this evening. When he finds something for you he will tell me."

"All right, aunt. Good-night, Mr. Wharton. Good-night, Cash," said
Thomas, chuckling anew at the old joke.

"Well, aunt," said he, when they were once more in the housekeeper's
room, "do you think the old gentleman will do anything for me?"

"I hope so; but I am not sure, Thomas, whether you were not too
familiar. You spoke of money too quick."

"It's my way to come to business."

"I wish you were his reader, instead of that boy."

"Well, I don't. I wouldn't want to be mewed up in that room with the old
man every night. I should get tired to death of it."

"You would have a chance to get him interested in you. That boy is
artful; he is doing all he can to win Mr. Wharton's favor. He is the one
you have most reason to dread."

"Do you think he will do me any harm?"

"I think he will injure your chances."

"Egad! if I thought that, I'd wring the young rascal's neck."

"There's a better way, Thomas."

"What's that?"

"Can't you get him dismissed from Gilbert & Mack's?"

"I haven't enough influence with the firm."

"Suppose they thought him dishonest?"

"They'd give him the sack, of course."

"Can't you make them think so, Thomas?"

"I don't know."

"Then make it your business to find out."

"I suppose you know what good it's going to do, aunt, but I don't. He's
got his place here with the old man."

"If Mr. Wharton hears that he is discharged, and has lost his situation,
he will probably discharge him, too."

"Perhaps so; I suppose you know best."

"Do as I tell you, and I will manage the rest."

"All right. I need your help enough. To-night, for instance, I'm
regularly cleaned out. Haven't got but twenty-five cents to my name."

"It seems to me, Thomas," said his aunt, with a troubled look, "you are
always out of money. I'll give you five dollars, Thomas, but you must
remember that I am not made of money. My wages are small."

"You ought to