Chester Rand | Page 2

us would exchange
places with Silas Tripp with all his money. By the way, mother, Mr.
Tripp is a widower. Why don't you set your cap for him?"
Mrs. Rand smiled, as her imagination conjured up the weazened and
wrinkled face of the village storekeeper, with his gray hair standing up
straight on his head like a natural pompadour.
"If you want Mr. Tripp for a stepfather," she said, "I will see what I can
do to ingratiate myself with him."
"No, a thousand times no!" replied Chester, with a shudder. "I'd rather
live on one meal a day than have you marry him."
"I agree with you, Chester. We will live for each other, and hope for
something to turn up."
"I hope the first thing to turn up will be an increase of salary.
To-morrow is New Year's Day, and it will be a good time to ask."
Accordingly, that evening, just as the store was about to close, Chester
gathered up courage and said: "Mr. Tripp."
"Well, that's my name," said Silas, looking over his iron-bowed
spectacles.
"To-morrow is New Year's Day."
"What if 'tis? I reckon I knew that without your tellin' me."
"I came here last New Year's Day. I've been here a year."
"What if you have?"
"And I thought perhaps you might be willing to raise my salary to four
dollars a week," continued Chester, hurriedly.

"Oho, that's what you're after, is it?" said Silas, grimly. "You think I'm
made of money, I reckon. Now, don't you?"
"No, I don't; but, Mr. Tripp, mother and I find it very hard to get along,
really we do. She won't have any more shoes to bind for three months
to come, on account of the shoe shop's closing."
"It's going to hurt me, too," said Silas, with a frown. "When one
business suspends it affects all the rest. I'll have mighty hard work to
make both ends meet."
This struck Chester as ludicrous, but he did not feel inclined to laugh.
Here was Silas Tripp gathering in trade from the entire village and
getting not a little in addition from outlying towns, complaining that he
would find it hard to make both ends meet, though everyone said that
he did not spend one-third of his income. On the whole, things did not
look very encouraging.
"Perhaps," he said, nervously, "you would raise me to three dollars and
a half?"
"What is the boy thinkin' of? You must think I'm made of money. Why,
three dollars is han'some pay for what little you do."
"Why, I work fourteen hours a day," retorted Chester.
"I'm afraid you're gettin' lazy. Boys shouldn't complain of their work.
The fact is, Chester, I feel as if I was payin' you too much."
"Too much! Three dollars a week too much!"
"Too much, considerin' the state of business, and yourself bein' a boy.
I've been meanin' to tell you that I've got a chance to get a cheaper
boy."
"Who is it?" asked Chester, in dismay.
"It's Abel Wood. Abel Wood is every mite as big and strong as you are,
and he come round last evenin' and said he'd work for two dollars and a

quarter a week."
"I couldn't work for that," said Chester.
"I don't mind bein' generous, considerin' you've been working for me
more than a year. I'll give you two dollars and a half. That's twenty-five
cents more'n the Wood boy is willin' to take."
"Abel Wood doesn't know anything about store work."
"I'll soon learn him. Sitooated as I am, I feel that I must look after every
penny," and Mr. Tripp's face looked meaner and more weazened than
ever as he fixed his small, bead-like eyes on his boy clerk.
"Then I guess I'll have to leave you, Mr. Tripp," said Chester, with a
deep feeling of disgust and dismay.
"Do just as you like," said his employer. "You're onreasonable to
expect to get high pay when business is dull."
"High pay!" repeated Chester, bitterly. "Three dollars a week!"
"It's what I call high pay. When I was a boy, I only earned two dollars a
week."
"Money would go further when you were a boy."
"Yes, it did. Boys wasn't so extravagant in them days."
"I don't believe you were ever extravagant, Mr. Tripp," said Chester,
with a tinge of sarcasm which his employer didn't detect.
"No, I wasn't. I don't want to brag, but I never spent a cent foolishly.
Do you know how much money I spent the first three months I was at
work?"
"A dollar?" guessed Chester.
"A dollar!" repeated Mr. Tripp, in a tone of disapproval. "No, I only

spent thirty-seven cents."
"Then I don't wonder you got rich," said Chester, with a curl of the lip.
"I ain't rich," said