"I'll go down and see how George Barry is getting along," thought Paul.
He crossed Broadway and soon reached the familiar stand.
"How's business, George?" he inquired.
"Fair," said Barry. "I've sold four ties."
"How do you feel?"
"I'm not so strong as I was, yet. I get tired more easily. I don't think
I shall stay in this business long."
"You don't? What will you do then?"
"I've got a chance in Philadelphia, or I shall have by the first of the
month."
"What sort of a chance?"
"Mother got a letter yesterday from a cousin of hers who has a store
on Chestnut street. He offers to take me as a clerk, and give me ten
dollars a week at first, and more after a while."
"That's a good offer. I should like to get one like it."
"I'll tell you what, Paul, you'd better buy out my stand. You know how
to sell ties, and can make money."
"There's only one objection, George."
"What's that?"
"I haven't got any capital."
"It don't need much."
"How much?"
"I'll sell out all my stock at cost price."
"How much do you think there is?"
"About twenty-five dollars' worth. Then there is the frame, which is
worth, say ten dollars, making thirty-five in all. That isn't much."
"It's more than I've got. I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll take it, and
pay you five dollars down and the rest in one month."
"I would take your offer, Paul, but I need all the money how.
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