A RAY OF SUNSHINE.
Young Randolph entered upon his duties at once, but of course did little more during the day than familiarize himself with the work that had been assigned to him. Toward evening a ray of sunshine burst joyously into the bank, and threw a bright cheerful glow over the office.
Ray Goldwin, the light hearted, merry daughter of the senior partner, with her sunny face and winning manners, was like a clear June morning.
Little acts go far, many times, to make one happy or quite miserable. It so happened that our hero had been doing some writing for Mr. Goldwin’s own personal use. It lay upon his desk and was admirably done. It was, in fact, like copper plate. The whole arrangement of the work was artistic and in the best of taste.
“Oh, papa, who did this beautiful writing for you?” said Ray, enthusiastically.
“Our new clerk, Mr. Randolph,” responded her father, nodding his head in the direction of Herbert. The latter felt his cheeks grow rosy at this compliment.
“Mr. Randolph,” continued the banker, “will you kindly help me take these parcels out to my carriage?”
“Certainly, sir, with pleasure,” replied Herbert, politely.
