CHAPTER XXX.
MR. MARTIN'S CLERKS.
The idea of some day going into partnership with Frank Massanet was an attractive one to Richard. He felt that the stock-clerk would not venture into business on his own account unless he was moderately certain of success, and that would mean more money and a certain feeling of independence.
Richard was up early on the following morning and on hand at Mr. Martin's store long before that gentleman put in an appearance. He found the place in charge of the boy, who was busy sorting out the morning papers and folding them.
"I'm waiting for Mr. Martin," said Richard, by way of an explanation for standing around.
"Are you the new clerk?" asked Philip Borne, for such was the boy's name.
"I expect to be," replied Richard. "Did Mr. Martin say anything about me?"
"Said he expected to see you this morning. He'll be here in about half an hour. He's terribly worried over his son Jim, who's sick in Philadelphia. The doctors telegraphed last evening that they were afraid he couldn't live."
"It's too bad. I trust, for Mr. Martin's sake, they are mistaken."
In less than half an hour the proprietor put in an appearance. He looked even more worried than the day previous.