He seemed to have grown older and more manly all at once.
Not only that, but was now assured of a position—and a good one, at that—in a section of the city and a business he had more than once regarded with envy.
“Won’t mother and sis be glad when I go home and tell them,” he mused as he stepped out with unusual vigor and glanced around on the promenade with eyes that fairly brimmed over with happiness. “Yes; I feel I’ve got the chance of my life, and if I don’t improve it, my name isn’t Jack Hazard.”
He found —— Wall Street without any trouble, and he saw that the offices of William Atherton were on the second floor.
“Is Mr. Atherton in?” he inquired of a clerk.
“Yes; but he is engaged at present. What is your business with him?”
“Please give him this letter.”
“Any answer?” asked the clerk as he took it.
“I guess so,” replied Jack.
“Take a seat,” said the clerk, brusquely, and walked away.