Then the precarious nature of their prosperity
was found out. Mr. Hoffman had not saved anything, having always lived
up to the extent of his income. It was obviously impossible for them to
continue to live in their old home, paying a rent of twenty dollars per
month. Besides, Paul did not see any good opportunity to earn his living
in Harlem. So, at his instigation, his mother moved downtown, and took
rooms in a tenement-house in Pearl street, agreeing to pay six dollars
a month for apartments which would now command double the price. They
brought with them furniture enough to furnish the three rooms, selling
the rest for what it would bring, and thus obtaining a small reserve
fund, which by this time was nearly exhausted.
Once fairly established in their new home, Paul went out into the
streets to earn his living. The two most obvious, and, on the whole,
most profitable trades, were blacking boots and selling newspapers. To
the first Paul, who was a neat boy, objected on the score that it would
keep his hands and clothing dirty, and, street boy though he had become,
he had a pride in his personal appearance. To selling papers he had not
the same objection, but he had a natural taste for trade, and this led
him to join the ranks of the street peddlers. He began with vending
matches, but found so much competition in the business, and received
so rough a reception oftentimes from those who had repeated calls from
others in the same business, that he gave it up, and tried something
else.
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