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advertisement, and he was received very graciously.
"Come in," said the man in the chair, smiling affably. "This is the office of
Fitch Ferguson. I am Mr. Fitch."
"My name is Stanton-Ben Stanton," said our hero. "I wrote you from Hampton about
your advertisement."
"For a boy at ten dollars a week?" suggested the dark man, with a pleasant
smile.
"Yes, sir."
"We agreed to take you, did we not?" asked Mr. Fitch.
"Yes, sir."
"Have you had any business experience?" inquired Pitch.
"No, sir."
"I am sorry for that," said Mr. Fitch gravely. "Experience is important. I am
not sure whether we ought to pay you ten dollars a week."
Ben did not reply. He was not so much concerned about the amount of his
compensation as about the reliable character of Fitch Ferguson.
"Still," mused Mr. Fitch, "you look like a boy who would learn fast. What do you
think about it yourself?"
"I think I could," answered Ben. "I should try to serve you faithfully."
"That is well. We want to be served faithfully," said Mr. Fitch.
"What kind of a business is it?" Ben ventured to ask, surveying the empty office
with a puzzled look, which Mr. Fitch observed and interpreted aright.
"We do a commission business," he said. "Of course, we keep no stock of goods
here. Business is not done in the city, my young friend, as it is in the
country."
"No, I suppose not," returned our hero.
"Without entering into details as to the character of our business," said Mr.
Fitch, "I may say that you would be chiefly employed in making collections. It
is because considerable sums of money would pass through your hands that we
require a deposit in order to protect ourselves. By the way, have you the fifty
dollars with you?"
Ben admitted that he had.
Mr. Fitch's face brightened up, for he had not felt quite sure of that.
"I am glad to hear of it," he said. "It shows that you mean business. You may
hand it to me, and I will give you a receipt for it."
"I would like to ask you one or two questions first," said Ben, making no
movement toward his pocket.
Mr. Fitch frowned.
"Really, I fail to catch your meaning," he said, in a changed tone. "Do you wish
to enter my employ, or do you not?"
"I should like to earn ten dollars a week."
"Precisely. Then all you have to do is to hand me the fifty dollars and go to
work."
"You might keep me only a week," suggested Ben.
"We shall keep you if you suit us, and you can if you try. If you are
discharged, we give you back your money, and pay you for the time you work for
us. That is fair, isn't it?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then we may as well settle the matter at once," and he waited for Ben to draw
forth his money. Our hero would, undoubtedly, have done so, if he had not been