It was a question that required a wise answer, but put it in any business way possible, nothing could satisfy the boy that it was strictly honest.
“When I go into business,” said the seller, “you bet I’ll not fool the public; when I say a thing is worth so much it will be worth that much.”
What time would develop, what changes come over this young man, no one could tell, but the right principle had a good hold of the boy, and it meant success and a clear conscience during his manhood.
That the success of the association does not depend upon the efforts of the officers entirely, will be seen by the following:
Three newsboys called upon the president; two of them were leading a ragged little fellow with a shining-box thrown over his shoulder.
“Say, president,” said one of them, “here’s a boy shining shoes on the market an’ the way he swears is puttin’ men out o’ business.”
The accused bootblack was a sight. To the question where he lived he replied: “I have no home. My father’s dead an’ my mother, she’s no good. There’s no room fur me in the house.”
THE TOUGH FROM MARKET SPACE.
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