course I will," said Frank indignantly, resenting his employer's
suspicion.

"What do you think of him, Frank?" asked Dick, as they descended the
stairs.

"I don't like him at all, Dick," said Frank, decidedly. "I wish I could
get something else to do."

"You can, after a while. As you have no capital you must take what you
can get now."

"So I suppose; but I didn't come to the city for this."

"If you don't like it you can leave in a few days."

This Frank fully resolved to do at the first favorable opportunity.

Dick showed him where he could buy the articles he was commissioned to
purchase; and Frank, after obtaining them, went back to the
tenement-house.

Mills scrupulously demanded the change, and put it back into his pocket.
Then he made Frank pour out the ale into a glass. This he drank with
apparent zest, but offered none to Frank.

"Ale isn't good for boys," he said. "You can cut the bread, and eat two
slices. Don't cut them too thick."

The blind man ate some of the bread himself, and then requested Frank to
help him on with his coat and vest.

"I haven't taken any money to-day," he said "I must try to collect some,
or I shall starve. It's a sad thing to be blind," he continued, his
voice changing to a whine.

"You don't look blind," said Frank, thoughtfully. "Your eyes are open."

"What if they are?" said Mills, testily. "I cannot see. When I go out I
close them, because the light hurts them."

Led by Frank, the blind man descended the stairs, and emerged into the
street.

CHAPTER IV.

"PITY THE BLIND."

"Where shall I lead you?" asked Frank.

"To Broadway first. Do you know Broadway?"

"Yes, sir."

"Be careful when we cross the street, or you will have me run over."

"All right, sir."

"If any one asks you about me, say I am your uncle."

"But you are not."

"What difference does that make, you little fool?" said the blind man,
roughly. "Are you ashamed to own me as your uncle?"

Frank felt obliged, out of politeness, to say "No;" but in his own mind
he was not quite sure whether he would be willing to acknowledge any
relationship to the disagreeable old man whom he was leading.

They reached Broadway, and entered a store devoted to gentlemen's
furnishing goods.

"Charity for a poor blind man!" whined Mills, in the tone of a
professional beggar.

"Look here, old fellow, you come in here too often," said a young
salesman. "I gave you five cents yesterday."

"I