Arthur only pressed his brother
closer to him, but he answered at last, while a faint blush stole over his
cheek: "No, Guly, I must confess my thoughts were far from that. I
wish I could always think as rightly as you do, but it isn't my nature so
to do. I was thinking of the untried path before us, the probable events
of the next few years, the fair home so recently torn from us, the
possibility of regaining possession of it through our efforts, and
re-establishing ourselves in that station where we have ever moved. We
must do this, Guly, for our mother's sake."
"With God's help we will."
Again Arthur's clasp tightened round his brother's figure, and again for
a few moments he was silent; then suddenly resuming he said: "You
must strive to make a good impression on Mr. Delancey, Guly; don't be
timid or shrinking--such things have a bad effect. Be every inch a man,
as you so well know how to be; bear always in mind how much
depends on us two, and we shall get on bravely." It was evident Arthur
dreaded more for his brother than he thought of for himself.
"I dread the meeting," returned Guly; "from the tone of his letter I
learned to dread the man, and a boy-novice, as I am, in mercantile
business, I shrink from the examination I may have to undergo, while
you, with your experience, of course, scarce give it a thought. I have
pictured Mr. Delancey as a very stern man."
They put themselves and their baggage into a cab, and at length
brought up before a large and brilliantly lighted store, with the name
"Delancey," in gilt block letters over the door. The cabman set the
trunks which comprised the brothers' baggage, within, and pocketing
his fare, drove off, leaving the youthful strangers standing upon the
stage of their young future, waiting for fate to ring the curtain up.
In a short time a tall, heavily built young man, with a fine eye and
pleasant smile, stepped between them, with an interrogative expression
on his countenance, which asked, without the aid of any words, what
might be their business; and Arthur replied that they desired to see Mr.
Delancey as soon as possible.
The young man glanced at the trunk, and then at Guly's face, and
ejaculating an "Ah, yes!" as if he had suddenly jumped at a conclusion,
asked--this time putting his question into words--if they were the young
chaps Mr. Delancey was looking for from the North; "because," said he,
"if you are, I can settle you."
Guly replied that they were the same; and informed him they were not a
little fatigued with their recent journey, and would be pleased to be
"settled" as soon as convenient.
The clerk, whose name was Wilkins, regarded Guly attentively a
moment, then smiled pleasantly, and said: "You are to sleep in the
store--up stairs. If I'm a judge, you've been used to pleasanter places;
however, I presume it will soon be home to you. Here, Jeff," beckoning
to a tall negro near by, "tote this trunk up for your young masters."
"Jeff" appeared, and with a scrape and a bow signified his readiness to
show the brothers to their room, and nodding to Wilkins, they followed
the negro to the back part of the store, where a long winding staircase
led to the floor above.
They had reached the stair foot, when Wilkins, who had been observing
them, hurried after them, and holding out his hand to Gulian, said:
"Don't get a bad impression of all of us here by the dingy room you'll
find up there; notwithstanding you meet such a rough welcome, I hope
you'll learn to like us and be happy."
"Thank you," said Guly, shaking his hand warmly, and feeling pleased
at his frank, honest manner, "I've no doubt we shall be very good
friends. Good-night."
"Good-night," returned Wilkins, and he stood watching the boy as he
mounted the steep staircase, until the golden curls and young face were
lost to sight. He turned away then with a short deep sigh, which
sounded almost like a gasp, and thoughtfully resumed his station near
the door.
"Dis is a gloomsome sort of place, young massa," said Jeff, the negro,
as he placed the trunk at the foot of the bed and turned towards Guly,
who was trying to look through the dingy window; "howsomever, 'taint
quite so bad in the day time."
"What makes it more pleasant then?" asked the boy.
"Oh," said Jeff, "when 'tis light you can look straight down from here
into de neighbors' kitchens; you can see all dey hab for dinner, how dey
'conomize, how different de misses are drest in de backdoor to what
dey
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