Mark Mason came forward to receive his commission. He had been sitting on a bench with several other telegraph boys, awaiting a call.

 

"Do you know Henry Swan, jeweler?" asked the superintendent, referring to a paper in his hand.

 

"Yes, sir; that is, I met him lately in a Fifth Avenue stage."

 

"He has sent for a telegraph boy, No. 79 preferred."

 

Mark smiled with pleasure.

 

"I am glad he remembers me," he said.

 

"You may go there at once."

 

Mark put on his cap and went to the jeweler's store. As he entered, Mr. Swan, who was crossing from one side of the store to the other, recognized him.

 

"You see I haven't forgotten you," he said.

 

"I am glad of that, sir."

 

"The boy in my employ has sent word that he is sick. It is necessary for me to supply his place. In my business fidelity² and sharpness are requisite³. I knew that you possess these traits, and as I don't want to experiment with a new boy of whom I know nothing, I sent for you."

 

"I will try to meet your wishes, sir."

 

"To begin with, have you another suit? I don't want you to wear the uniform of a telegraph boy while you are in my employ."

 

"Yes, sir. Shall I go home and get it?"

 

"On the whole, no. I will give you an order on a clothier in Fulton Street for a new suit."

 

"You are very kind, Mr. Swan," said Mark in astonishment⁴. "I have done nothing to deserve such kindness."

 

"Not yet," answered the jeweler pleasantly; "but perhaps you may soon. Take this note to Knight⁵ Brothers, and you will have no trouble."

 

This was the note.

 

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