"After he had finished school, the druggist gave him a steady job in the store, with good wages.
"'Charles,' said the druggist one day, 'do you remember the day you sorted bolts and nails for me?'
"'Indeed I do,' answered Charles. 'How glad I was to find work that day, so I could help my mother a little! And I shall never forget how surprised I was when I found a five-dollar gold-piece at the bottom of the chest.'
"'I put it there on purpose,' said the druggist. 'I wanted to find out what sort of boy you were.'
"'You did!' exclaimed the astonished boy.
"'Yes; and when you brought it to me I was pretty sure that I had found an honest boy. But I wanted to be able to trust you with large sums of money, so I tested you still further. I left pennies and nickels and a dime on the floor; and last of all, a dollar. When you picked them all up, and laid them on the shelf, and told me about them—I knew then that I could safely trust you.'
"'I should like to ask you,' said Charles suddenly—'was there a gold-piece lying in the bottom of that chest when Joe and Henry sorted the nails, too?'
"'Yes,' said the druggist, 'each of them found a gold-piece there; and each of them kept it for himself.'
"'So you lost ten dollars!' exclaimed Charles.
"'Yes, lost ten dollars hunting for an honest boy. But it was worth it—for I found one at last!'"