CHAPTER IX
WHAT THE ENVELOPE CONTAINED
The card which had been handed to the cooper contained the name ofThomas Merriam, No. ---- Pearl Street.
Punctually at twelve, he presented himself at the countingroom, andreceived a cordial welcome from the merchant.
"I am glad to see you," he said, affably. "You rendered me an importantservice last evening, even if the loss of money alone was to beapprehended. I will come to business at once, as I am particularlyengaged this morning, and ask you if there is any way in which I canserve you?"
"If you could procure me a situation, sir, you would do me a greatservice."
"I think you told me you were a cooper?"
"Yes, sir."
"Does this yield you a good support?"
"In good times it pays me two dollars a day, and on that I can supportmy family comfortably. Lately it has been depressed, and paid me but adollar and a half."
"When do you anticipate its revival?"
"That is uncertain. I may have to wait some months."
"And, in the meantime, you are willing to undertake some otheremployment?"
"I am not only willing, but shall feel very fortunate to obtain work ofany kind. I have no objection to any honest employment."
Mr. Merriam reflected a moment.
"Just at present," he said, "I have nothing better to offer you than theposition of porter. If that will suit you, you can enter upon its dutiesto-morrow."
"I shall be very glad to undertake it, sir. Anything is better thanidleness."
"As to the compensation, that shall be the same that you have beenaccustomed to earn by your trade--two dollars a day."
"I only received that in the best times," said Timothy, conscientiously.
"Your services as porter will be worth that amount, and I willcheerfully pay it. I will expect you to-morrow morning at eight, if youcan be here at that time."
"I will be here promptly."
"You are married, I suppose?" said the merchant, inquiringly.
"Yes, sir; I am blessed with a good wife."
"I am glad of that. Stay a moment."
Mr. Merriam went to his desk, and presently came back with a sealedenvelope.
"Give that to your wife," he said.
"Thank you, sir."
Here the interview terminated, and the cooper went home quite elated byhis success. His present engagement would enable him to bridge over thedull time, until his trade revived, and save him from incurring debts,of which he had a just horror.
"You are just in time, Timothy," said Mrs. Harding, cheerfully, as heentered. "We've got an apple pudding to-day."
"I see you haven't forgotten what I like, Martha."
"There's no knowing how long you'll be able to afford puddings," saidRachel, dolefully. "To my mind it's extravagant to have meat and puddingboth, when a month hence you may be in the poorhouse."
"Then," said Jack, "I wouldn't eat any if I were you, Aunt Rachel."
"Oh, if you grudge me the little I eat," said his aunt, in serenesorrow, "I will go without."
"Tut, Rachel! nobody grudges you anything here," said her brother; "andas to the poorhouse, I've got some good news to tell you that will putthat thought out of your head."
"What is it?" asked Mrs. Harding, looking up brightly.
"I have found employment."
"Not at your trade?"
"No; but at something else which will pay equally well till traderevives."
Here he told the chance by which he was enabled to serve Mr. Merriamthe evening previous, and then he gave an account of his visit tothe merchant's countingroom, and the engagement which he had made.
"You are indeed fortunate, Timothy," said his wife, her face beamingwith pleasure. "Two dollars a day, and we've got nearly the whole of themoney left that came with this dear child. Why, we shall be getting richsoon!"
"Well, Rachel, have you no congratulations to offer?" asked the cooperof his sister, who, in subdued sorrow, was eating as if it gave her nopleasure, but was rather a self-imposed penance.
"I don't see anything so very fortunate in being engaged as a porter,"said Rachel, lugubriously. "I heard of a porter once who had a great boxfall upon him and kill him instantly; and I was reading in the_Sun_ yesterday of another out West somewhere who committedsuicide."
The cooper laughed.
"So, Rachel, you conclude that one or the other of these calamities isthe inevitable lot of all who are engaged in this business?"
"You may laugh now, but it is always well to be prepared for the worst,"said Rachel, oracularly.
"But it isn't well to be always looking for it, Rachel."
"It'll come whether you look for it or not," retorted his sister,sententiously.
"Then suppose we waste no time thinking about it, since, according toyour admission, it's sure to come either way."
Rachel did not deign a reply, but continued to eat in serene melancholy.
"Won't you have another piece of pudding, Timothy?" asked his wife.
"I don't care if I do, Martha, it's so good," said the cooper, passinghis plate. "Seems to me it's the best pudding you ever made."
"You've got a good appetite, that is all," said Mrs. Harding, modestlydisclaiming the compliment.
"Apple puddings are unhealthy," observed Rachel.
"Then what makes you eat them?" asked Jack.
"A body must eat something. Besides, life is so full of sorrow, it makeslittle difference if it's longer or shorter."
"Won't you have another piece, Rachel?"
Aunt Rachel passed her plate, and received a second portion. Jack winkedslyly, but fortunately his aunt did not observe it.
When dinner was over, the cooper thought of the sealed envelope whichhad been given him for his wife.
"Martha," he said, "I nearly forgot that I have something for you."
"For me?"
"Yes, from Mr. Merriam."
"But he don't know me," said Mrs. Harding, in surprise.
"At any rate, he first asked me if I was married, and then handed methis envelope, which he asked me to give to you. I am not quite surewhether I ought to allow strange gentlemen to write letters to my wife."
Mrs. Harding opened the envelope with considerable curiosity, anduttered an exclamation of surprise as a bank note fell out, andfluttered to the carpet.
"By gracious, mother!" said Jack, springing to get it, "you're in luck.It's a hundred-dollar bill."
"So it is, I declare," said his mother, joyfully. "But, Timothy, itisn't mine. It belongs to you."
"No, Martha, I have nothing to do with it. It belongs to you. You needsome clothes, I am sure. Use part of it, and I will put the rest in thesavings bank for you."
"I never expected to have money to invest," said Mrs. Harding. "I beginto feel like a capitalist. When you want to borrow money, Timothy,you'll know where to come."
"Merriam's a trump and no mistake," said Jack. "By the way, when you seehim again, father, just mention that you've got a son. Ain't we in luck,Aunt Rachel?"
"Boast not overmuch," said his aunt. "Pride goes before destruction, anda haughty spirit before a fall."
"I never knew Aunt Rachel to be jolly but once," said Jack under hisbreath; "and that was at a funeral."