He went first to Eagle Hotel, and requested to see Mr. Clarkson. The gentleman learning that he had something for his private ear, led him along the hall to a small parlor in a retired part of the building.
"Here is my sanctum," he said, playfully, "and I am quite curious to know why you have brought me into it."
"Mr. Clarkson," said the boy, pale with contending emotions, "You have always been kind to me. I need advice, and I know no one so able to give it as you. May I tell you my story?"
"Certainly," responded the gentleman, growing every moment more and more surprised.
"Well, sir," exclaimed the boy, nervously handling a small roll he held in his hand. "I will make it as short as I can."
[CHAPTER XI.]
HARRISON'S STORY.
"Be sure your sins will find you out."
"FOR six months," began Harrison, "I have been in the store of Grant & Co., on Central Wharf."
Mr. Clarkson started, stood for a moment irresolute, and then sat down again.