"I hope I shall, sir. I shall feel quite rich now."
"You are richer in the qualities which have won you this acknowledgment. How do you like the telegraph service?"
"Very well, sir, for the present. It is much better than being a newsboy."
"Exactly; but there are positions you would prefer?"
"Yes, sir; I would like to be in some mercantile business, where I might work my way up. In a few years I shall be too old for a telegraph boy, and then I shall be out of place."
"I will relieve your fears on that score. In six months I shall make some changes in the list of employees. When that time comes I will find a place for you."
"There is nothing I should like better, sir," said Frank, his face flushing with pleasure.
"I am satisfied that you will make a useful and intelligent clerk. Until I want you, remain where you are. The discipline of your present office will do you no harm, but will help qualify you for usefulness and success in the mercantile career."
"Thank you, sir. Now I have something to look forward to I shall work much more cheerfully."
Frank went back to the office, and resumed his ordinary duties. One day he was riding down Broadway in a stage, when he became sensible that he had attracted the attention of a gentleman sitting opposite. This led him to scan the face of the man who was observing him. He at once recognized Mr. Haynes.