The Brother Clerks | Page 8

was with a
gesture of pride and impatience, which he could not repress, that he
took the paper. He returned it to the desk in a few minutes, and again
those cold gray eyes ran over his work, and again they showed
disappointment when it proved to be right.
"Wilkins," said Mr. Delancey, turning to that individual, who had
remained standing near, "Give this young man the vacancy in the
bleached goods department, which Jones left."
Mr. Wilkins moved away to fulfill the order, and Arthur was about to
follow him, when his employer called him back.
"It is my custom," said he, "to give young clerks the first year a merely
nominal salary, but as you seem to be pretty well acquainted with the
business, and have a face that may win custom, you will get liberal pay.
I will give you five hundred a year. Five hundred--but mark me, sir,

you've got to earn it!--every picayune of it, sir, you've got to work for.
When any clerk is caught idling or dawdling about these premises, he's
turned out, neck and heels, with only just what he can scrape together
on the shortest possible notice. I hope we understand each other. Go,
now."
Arthur bowed, and moved away with Wilkins, who pointed out his
place to him, and having introduced him to the young men on either
side of him, returned to his position near the big desk.
After dismissing Arthur, Mr. Delancey seemed entirely to have
forgotten Gulian, and leaned stiffly back in his chair, regarding the
lines of clerks and the customers, who now began to flock in, without
taking any notice of him. When Wilkins approached, however, and cast
a meaning glance toward him, he seemed suddenly to remember Gulian,
and turning round, said, bluntly:
"Come here, sir."
Guly's face had lost every vestige of color, and his heart beat so
violently that it seemed to make him tremble all over, and he came
forward hesitatingly, with his eyes cast upon the floor.
"So, you know nothing at all about a store, eh?"
"No, sir."
"Well, I think, for my part, such a white-livered, baby-faced chap as
you are would have been better off at your mother's apron strings, than
coming so far from home to get initiated."
No answer, but the pale face and golden head drooped a trifle lower.
"Do you know your multiplication-table?"
"Yes, sir."
"Step up here, and repeat it."

Without lifting his eyes Guly obeyed; and stepping forward,
commenced in a low tone to repeat the table.
"Louder, sir!" exclaimed Mr. Delancey, angrily; "how do you suppose I
can hear such a muttering as that?"
The throbbing in his breast increased to such a degree, that Guly felt as
if he could not breathe. He reached up and laid one white delicate hand
upon the desk tightly, for support, then summoning all his courage, he
elevated his voice, and went on, mechanically, to repeat what, in calm
moments, he knew as well as A B C, but which now seemed to be a
sort of dead memory, which would desert him every moment.
"Louder, sir!" again shouted his tormentor, as his voice unconsciously
lulled again. "What do you want to play the fool in this way for? If you
know it, speak up."
There was a sudden turning of heads by the clerks nearest the desk
towards the spot, attracted by the unusually loud tone of the proprietor.
Guly felt, rather than saw, that he had become the object of attention,
and with a last effort raised his voice, and commenced another number,
but suddenly he ceased altogether, the white hand slid from the desk,
and he fell fainting at Delancey's feet.
Wilkins sprang quickly forward, with a hot flush burning on either
cheek, and lifted the boy like a baby in his arms. As he did so he cast a
look full of deep and mysterious meaning upon Delancey. It was a look
difficult for a mere observer to interpret, but the merchant quailed
visibly beneath it, and turned aside his head.
Wilkins bore the quiet figure in his arms farther back into the shadow
of the staircase, and placing him in a large chair which stood there,
bathed his temples with camphor water, and held it to his nostrils,
gazing upon him meanwhile with an intense and anxious gaze. At
length the snowy lids, with their curve of golden lashes, trembled
slightly, then opened wide, and the blue eyes were raised an instant,
appealingly, to the face which bent kindly over him.

"A drop of water, Mr. Wilkins, if you please."
It was brought, and he drank eagerly.
"Are you better?"
"Yes, Wilkins, almost well."
He dropped his head upon his hand a moment, and those to whom he
was visible saw