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best to take them to
some jewelry store, and drive the best bargain you can."
"When do you wish me to go, mother?"
"There can be no advantage in delay. If tomorrow is pleasant, you may
as well go then."
"Shall you tell father your plan?"
"No, Grant, it might make him feel bad to think I was compelled to
make a sacrifice, which, after all, is very little of a sacrifice to me.
Years since I decided to trouble him as little as possible with matters of
business. It could do no good, and, by making him anxious, unfitted
him for his professional work."
Mrs. Thornton's course may not be considered wise by some, but she
knew her husband's peculiar mental constitution, and her object at least
was praiseworthy, to screen him from undue anxiety, though it
involved an extra share for herself.

The next morning Grant took an early breakfast, and walked briskly
toward the depot to take the first train for New York.
The fare would be a dollar and a quarter each way, for the distance was
fifty miles, and this both he and his mother felt to be a large outlay. If,
however, he succeeded in his errand it would be wisely spent, and this
was their hope.
At the depot Grant found Tom Calder, a youth of eighteen, who had the
reputation of being wild, and had been suspected of dishonesty. He had
been employed in the city, so that Grant was not surprised to meet him
at the depot.
"Hello, Grant! Where are you bound?" he asked.
"I am going to New York."
"What for?"
"A little business," Grant answered, evasively. Tom was the last person
he felt inclined to take into his confidence.
"Goin' to try to get a place?"
"If any good chance offers I shall accept it--that is, if father and mother
are willing."
"Let's take a seat together--that's what I'm going for myself."

CHAPTER VI
GRANT GETS INTO UNEXPECTED TROUBLE

TOM CALDER was not the companion Grant would have chosen, but
there seemed no good excuse for declining his company. He belonged
to a rather disreputable family living in the borders of the village. If this
had been all, it would not have been fair to object to him, but Tom
himself bore not a very high reputation. He had been suspected more
than once of stealing from his school companions, and when employed
for a time by Mr. Tudor, in the village store, the latter began to miss
money from the till; but Tom was so sly that he had been unable to
bring the theft home to him. However, he thought it best to dispense
with his services.
"What kind of a situation are you goin' to try for?" asked Tom, when

they were fairly on their way.
"I don't know. They say that beggars mustn't be choosers."
"I want to get into a broker's office if I can," said Tom.
"Do you consider that a very good business?" asked Grant.
"I should say so," responded Tom, emphatically.
"Do they pay high wages?"
"Not extra, but a feller can get points, and make something out of the
market."
"What's that?" asked Grant, puzzled.
"Oh, I forgot. You ain't used to the city," responded Tom, emphatically.
"I mean, you find out when a stock is going up, and you buy for a rise."
"But doesn't that take considerable money?" asked Grant, wondering
how Tom could raise money to buy stocks.
"Oh, you can go to the bucket shops," answered Tom.
"But what have bucket shops to do with stocks?" asked Grant, more
than ever puzzled.
Tom burst into a loud laugh.
"Ain't you jolly green, though?" he ejaculated.
Grant was rather nettled at this.
"I don't see how I could be expected to understand such talk," he said,
with some asperity.
"That's where it is--you can't," said Tom. "It's all like A, B, C to me,
and I forgot that you didn't know anything about Wall Street. A bucket
shop is where you can buy stock in small lots, putting down a dollar a
share as margin. If stocks go up, you sell out on the rise, and get back
your dollar minus commission,"
"Suppose they go down?"
"Then you lose what you put up."
"Isn't it rather risky?"
"Of course there's some risk, but if you have a good point there isn't
much."
This was Tom Calder's view of the matter. As a matter of fact, the great
majority of those who visit the bucket shops lose all they put in, and are
likely sooner or later to get into difficulty; so that many employers will
at once discharge a clerk or boy known to speculate in this way.
"If I had any money I'd buy some