The gentleman questioned him
for a few moments, and seemed to be pleased with his address and his
frankness. The result of the interview was that our hero was engaged
at a salary of three dollars a week, though it was objected to him
that he had no parents residing in the city.

"I thought I could fix it," said Edward, complacently, as they left
the counting room.

"I am much obliged to you, Edward," replied Harry, willing to humor
his new friend. "Now I want to get a place to board."

"That is easy enough."

"Where do you board?"

"In Green Street."

"How much do you pay a week?"

"Two dollars and a half."

"I can't pay that."

"Well, I suppose you can't."

"I was thinking of something just now. Suppose we should both board
with your mother."

"Me?"

"Yes."

"What, in a ten-footer!" exclaimed Edward, starting back with
astonishment and indignation at the proposal.

"Why not? If it is good enough for your mother, isn't it good enough
for you?"

"Humph! I'll bet it won't suit me."

"We can fix up a room to suit ourselves, you know. And it will be much
cheaper for both of us."

"That, indeed; but the idea of boarding with the old man is not to be
thought of."

"I should think you would like to be with your mother and your
brothers and sisters."

"Not particular about it."

"Better think of it, Edward."

The clerk promised to think about it, but did not consider it very
probable that he should agree to the proposition.

Harry returned to the stable, and immediately notified Major Phillips
of his intention to leave his service. As may be supposed, the stable
keeper was sorry to lose him; but he did not wish to stand in the way
of his advancement. He paid him his wages, adding a gift of five
dollars, and kindly permitted him to leave at once, as he desired to
procure a place to board, and to acquaint himself with the localities
of the city, so that he could discharge his duty the more acceptably
to his new employers.

The ostlers, too, were sorry to part with him--particularly Joe Flint,
whose admiration of our hero was unbounded. In their rough and honest
hearts they wished him well. They had often made fun of his good
principles; often laughed at him for refusing to pitch cents in the
back yard on Sunday, and for going to church instead; often ridiculed
him under the name of "Little Pious"; still they had a great respect
for him. They who are "persecuted for righteousness' sake"--who are