Chester Rand | Page 3

Silas Tripp, cautiously. "Who told you I was?"
"Everybody says so."
"Then everybody is wrong. I'm a leetle 'forehanded, that's all."
"I've heard people say you could afford to give up work and live on the
interest of your money."
Silas Tripp held up his hands as if astounded.
"'Tain't so," he said, sharply. "If I gave up business, I'd soon be in the
poorhouse. Well, what do you say? Will you stay along and work for
two dollars and a half a week?"
"I couldn't do it," said Chester, troubled.
"All right! It's jest as you say. Your week ends to-morrow night. If you
see Abel Wood, you can tell him I want to see him."
"I will," answered Chester, bitterly.
As he walked home he felt very despondent. Wouldn't it have been
better, he asked himself, to accept reduced wages than to give up his
job? It would have been hard enough to attempt living on two dollars
and a half a week, but that was better than no income at all. And yet, it
looked so mean in Silas Tripp to present such an alternative, when he
was abundantly able to give him the increase he asked for.
"I must tell mother and see what she thinks about it," he said to himself.
CHAPTER II.
OUT OF WORK.

Chester had a talk with his mother that evening. She felt indignant at
Silas Tripp's meanness, but advised Chester to remain in the store for
the present.
"I'd rather work anywhere else for two dollars," said Chester, bitterly.
It would be humiliating enough to accept the reduction, but he felt that
duty to his mother required the sacrifice. He started on his way to the
store in the morning, prepared to notify Mr. Tripp that he would remain,
but he found that it was too late. Just before he reached the store, he
met Abel Wood, a loose-jointed, towheaded boy, with a stout body and
extraordinarily long legs, who greeted him with a grin.
"I'm goin' to work in your place Monday mornin'," he said.
"Has Mr. Tripp spoken to you?" asked Chester, his heart sinking.
"Yes, he said you was goin' to leave. What's up?"
"Mr. Tripp cut down my wages," said Chester. "I couldn't work for two
dollars and a half."
"He's only goin' to give me two and a quarter."
"You can afford to work for that. Your father's got steady work."
"Yes, but all the same I'll ask for more in a few weeks. Where are you
goin' to work?"
"I don't know yet," answered Chester, sadly.
"It's awful hard to get a place in Wyncombe."
"I suppose it is. I hope something will turn up."
He tried to speak hopefully, but there was very little hope in his heart.
He went about his work in a mechanical way, but neglected nothing.
When the time came for the store to close, Silas Tripp took three

dollars from the drawer and handed it to him, saying: "There's your
wages, Chester. I expect it's the last I'll pay you."
"Yes, sir, I suppose so."
"I don't know how I'll like the Wood boy. He hain't no experience."
"He'll get it, sir."
"If you want to stay for two and a quarter--the same I'm going to give
him--I'll tell him I've changed my mind."
"No, sir; it wouldn't be right to put him off now. I guess I'll get
something else to do."
He turned and left the store, walking with a slower step than usual. His
heart was heavy, for he felt that, poorly as they lived hitherto, they
must live more poorly still in the days to come. He reached home at last,
and put the three dollars in his mother's hands.
"I don't know when I shall have any more money to give you, mother,"
he said.
"It looks dark, Chester, but the Lord reigns. He will still be our friend."
There was something in these simple words that cheered Chester, and a
weight seemed lifted from his heart. He felt that they were not quite
friendless, and that there was still One, kinder and more powerful than
any earthly friend, to whom they could look for help.
When Monday morning came he rose at the usual hour and breakfasted.
"I'll go out and take a walk, mother," he said. "Perhaps I may find some
work somewhere."
Almost unconsciously, he took the familiar way to the store, and
paused at a little distance from it. He saw Abel come out with some
packages to carry to a customer. It pained him to see another boy in his
place, and he turned away with a sigh.

During the night four or five inches of snow had fallen. This gave him
an idea. As he came to the house of