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to-night."

      "Yes, mother, I'll carry it. How many vests are there?"

      "There are six. That amounts to a dollar and twenty cents. I hope he'll pay you to-night, for our rent comes due to-morrow."

      "So it does!" ejaculated Dan, seriously. "I never thought of it. Shall we have enough to pay it? You've got my money, you know."

      "We shall be a dollar short."

      "Even if old Gripp pays for the vests?"

      "Yes."

      Dan whistled—a whistle of dismay and anxiety, for he well knew that the landlord was a hard man.

      CHAPTER III.

      GRIPP'S CLOTHING STORE

      Nathan Gripp's clothing store was located about a quarter of a mile from the City Hall, on Chatham street. Not many customers from Fifth avenue owned him as their tailor, and he had no reputation up town. His prices were undeniably low, though his clothes were dear enough in the end.

      His patrons were in general from the rural districts, or city residents of easy tastes and limited means.

      The interior of the store was ill-lighted, and looked like a dark cavern. But nearly half the stock was displayed at the door, or on the sidewalk, Mr. Gripp himself, or his leading salesman, standing in the door-way with keen, black eyes, trying to select from the moving crowds possible customers.

      On the whole Gripp was making money. He sold his clothes cheap, but they cost him little. He paid the lowest prices for work, and whenever told that his wages would not keep body and soul together, he simply remarked:

      "That's nothing to me, my good woman. If you don't like the pay, leave the work for somebody else."

      But unfortunately those who worked for Mr. Gripp could not afford to leave the work for somebody else. Half wages were better than none, and they patiently kept on wearing out their strength that Nathan might wax rich, and live in good style up town.

      Mr. Gripp himself was standing in the door-way when Dan, with the bundle of vests under his arm, stopped in front of the store. Mr. Gripp was a little doubtful whether our hero wished to become a customer, but a glance at the bundle dispelled his uncertainty, and revealed the nature of his errand.

      "I've brought home half a dozen vests," said Dan.

      "Who from?" asked Gripp, abruptly, for he never lavished any of the suavity, which was a valuable part of his stock in trade, on his work people.

      "Mrs. Mordaunt."

      "Take them into the store. Here, Samuel, take the boy's bundle, and see if the work is well done."

      It was on the tip of Dan's tongue to resent the doubt which these words implied, but he prudently remained silent.

      The clerk, a callow youth, with long tow-colored locks, made sleek with bear's grease, stopped picking his teeth, and motioned to Dan to come forward.

      "Here, young feller," he said, "hand over your bundle."

      "There it is, young feller!" retorted Dan.

      The clerk surveyed the boy with a look of disapproval in his fishy eyes.

      "No impudence, young feller!" he said.

      "Where's the impudence?" demanded Dan. "I don't see it."

      "Didn't you call me a young feller?"

      "You've called me one twice, but I ain't at all particular. I'd just as lief call you an old feller," said Dan, affably.

      "Look here, young chap, I don't like your manners," said the clerk, with an irritating consciousness that he was getting the worst of the verbal encounter.

      "I'm sorry for that," answered Dan, "because they're the best I've got."

      "Did you make these vests yourself?" asked the salesman, with a feeble attempt at humor.

      "Yes," was Dan's unexpected rejoinder. "That's the way I amuse my leisure hours."

      "Humph!" muttered the tallow-faced young man, "I'll take a look at them."

      He opened the bundle, and examined the vests with an evident desire to find something wrong.

      He couldn't find any defect, but that didn't prevent his saying:

      "They ain't over-well made."

      "Well, they won't be over-well paid," retorted Dan. "So we're even."

      "I don't know if we ought to pay for them at all."

      "Honesty is the best policy, young feller," said Dan.

      "No more of your impudence!" said the clerk, sharply. "Wait here a minute till I speak to Mr. Gripp."

      He kept Dan before the counter, and approached the proprietor.

      "Well, what is it, Samuel?" asked Mr. Gripp, stroking his jet-black whiskers. "Are the vests all right?"

      "Pretty well, sir, but the boy is impudent."

      "Ha! how is that?"

      "He keeps calling me 'young feller.'"

      "Anything more?"

      "He don't seem to have any respect for me—or you," he added, shrewdly.

      Nathan Gripp frowned. He cared very little about his clerk, but he resented any want of respect to himself. He felt that the balance at his bankers was large enough to insure him a high degree of consideration from his work-people at least.

      "How many vests are there?" he asked.

      "Half a dozen."

      "And the boy wants his pay, I suppose."

      "He hasn't asked for it, but he will. They always do."

      "Tell him we only pay when a full dozen are finished and brought in. We'll credit him, or his mother, with these."

      "That'll pay them off," thought the astute clothing merchant.

      Samuel received this order with inward satisfaction, and went back smiling.

      "Well, young feller," said he, "it's all right. The vests ain't over-well done, but we'll keep 'em. Now you can go."

      But Dan did not move.

      "It seems to me you've forgotten something," he said.

      "What's that?"

      "You haven't paid me for the work."

      "It's all right. We'll pay when the next half dozen are brought in. Will you take 'em now?"

      Dan was disagreeably surprised. This was entirely out of the usual course, and he knew very well that the delay would be a great inconvenience.

      "We've always been paid when we brought in work," he said.

      "We've changed our rule," said the clerk, nonchalantly. "We only pay when a full dozen are brought in."

      "What difference does it make to you? We need the money, and can't wait."

      "It's my orders, young feller. It's what Mr. Gripp just told me."

      "Then I'll speak to him," said Dan, promptly.

      "Just as you like."

      Dan approached the proprietor of the establishment.

      "Mr. Gripp," said he, "I've just brought in half a dozen vests, but your clerk here won't pay me for them."

      "You will get your pay, young man, when you bring in another half dozen."

      "But, Mr. Gripp, we need the money. We haven't got a big bank account. Our rent is due to-morrow."

      "Is it, indeed? I don't see how that concerns me."

      "Will you pay me to-night as a favor?" pleaded Dan, humbling himself for his mother's sake.

      "I can't break over my rule," said Nathan Gripp. "Besides, Samuel says the work isn't very well done."

      "Then he lies!" exclaimed Dan, provoked.

      "Do you hear that, Mr. Gripp?" ejaculated the angry Samuel, his tallowy complexion putting on a faint flush.

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