“Will you take me back also, Mr. Goodnow?” asked Philip Carton.
The merchant hesitated.
“No, Mr. Carton,” said Rodney. “I will look out for you. I will send you to Montana with a letter to my partner. You can do better there than here.”
Tears came into the eyes of the ex-clerk.
“Thank you,” he said gratefully. “I should prefer it. I will promise to turn over a new leaf; and justify your recommendation.”
“Come to see me this evening at the Fifth Avenue Hotel, and I will arrange matters.”
“Shall you stay in the city long, Ropes?” asked the merchant.
“About a week.”
“Come and dine with me on Tuesday evening.”
“Thank you, sir.”