MORE OF AUCTION LIFE.
“Yes, I would give every cent I am worth, and more, to learn what did become of father,” said Matt to Andy, after he had allowed his partner to peruse the letter.
“I have no doubt you would, Matt,” returned Andy feelingly. “I can imagine how much it worries you—not knowing if he is dead or alive. But you must keep a stout heart and trust to the future to clear up the mystery.”
“I’m trying to do that, but, Andy, it’s hard work,” and Matt’s handsome face took on an unusually sober look.
Knowing that nothing could be gained by discussing the matter, which had been talked over a score of times previously, Andy changed the subject. Business had opened very well, and he wished to go out and have some circulars printed, by which even a larger crowd might be attracted to the sale.
It remained clear for two days, and during that 285 time both of the young auctioneers were kept busy from eight o’clock in the morning until eleven at night.
On the third day it began to grow warmer, and by noon it was raining steadily.
“Well, never mind, the rain will wash the snow away, and if it only stays clear afterward we will have a chance to get on to Carbondale,” was Andy’s cheerful comment.
Seeing that Matt could get along very well alone, he left the store in the afternoon to buy a heavy overcoat at some clothing establishment. If he procured what he wished, Matt was to buy one also.
Left to himself, the young auctioneer did what he could to attract trade, but without success. He waited on the few customers who had drifted in, but when they were gone found himself alone.