"I don't blame you in the least, Mr. Gray. I am sorry on your own account, as well as mine, that you have been burnt out. I hope you were fully insured."
"I was, in a way. Yet I have lost valuable records which no amount of money can replace."
When Robert left the office it was with a sober face. He was out of a position. What should he do next?
"It's too bad," he mused. "And just after writing to mother that I was doing so nicely."
All told he had saved up about twenty-five dollars, and he resolved to be very careful of this amount and not spend a cent more than was necessary, until another situation was secured.
Feeling that no time was to be lost, he procured two of the morning papers and carefully read the want columns. There were several advertisements which seemed to promise well, and he made a note of these and then started to visit the addresses given.
The first was at a restaurant where a cashier was wanted. Robert found the resort to be anything but high-styled. It was on a side street and looked far from clean.
"Well, a fellow can't be too particular," he thought, and marched inside without hesitation.
"This way," said the head waiter, thinking he had come in to get something to eat.
"I wish to see the proprietor," answered Robert. "He advertised for a cashier."