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Updated: June 9, 2025
What do you say, young man?" "I'll try it; when do you wish me?" "To-day is Friday. Come Monday morning. Don't be later than eight o'clock. Good-night, all." Mr. Warmore had risen to his feet and raised his hat politely to all three. The farmer, who had hardly spoken a word during the interview, also arose and walked to the gate with his caller, where they talked for a few minutes.
So he contemplates becoming a merchant. With his help we shall be able to expand our business and thus benefit both. I said I accepted his offer conditionally." Noticing the hesitation of his employer, Tom interposed: "Mr. Warmore, there is no call for you to make this explanation. No man could have been kinder to me than you have been.
Those signs of distrust which he had shown during the past week were gone, and his kindness and consideration for the young man were so marked as to attract the attention of all. It was clear that the mists between them had vanished. That night, after the establishment of Mr. Warmore was closed and the employees had gone home, two persons remained behind to engage in earnest consultation.
Tom would have cared little for that had not the discouraging conviction forced itself upon him that Mr. Warmore was beginning to share his future partner's distrust. It seemed to be an unconscious absorption on his part of the views of another. This was hard to bear; but it rasped the young man's sense of manhood, for it was an injustice which he did not expect. "If Mr.
He was caught in the act, and could explain nothing. Mr. Warmore, upon seeing who the thief was, whispered to the detective, "Leave him to me; don't show yourself, unless he resists."
The young man had felt from the first that the head clerk was not only more attractive than he in looks, but was far brighter intellectually. Added now to this was the feeling of jealousy. He had received from Jennie Warmore a too pointed expression of her contempt for him to have any possible room for misunderstanding it.
He was so indignant at the snub, that he made no effort to conceal his feelings. While the hurt rankled, he went to Mr. Warmore and demanded an explanation. He got it, and resigned forthwith. No one regretted to see him go, and least of all Tom Gordon, who gave a sigh of thankfulness at the removal of the thorn from his side. It was strange how Mr. Warmore found out everything about his employees.
Well, let him go ahead. I am not an old man yet, and the world is broad and big." He was about to sit down to the evening meal, when a servant of Mr. Warmore arrived with a note, requesting the pleasure of Mr. Gordon's company to dinner that evening. It was not a simple formal invitation, but was so urgent that the young man could not refuse.
Warmore so well that he secretly resolve to go with him. But the youth was not lacking in diplomacy. "How do you know I will suit you, Mr. Warmore?" he asked. "I don't; no one can know how another will serve him until the trial is made. You may not suit at all. Perhaps I won't keep you beyond a week. That's a risk we must all take. I'm willing to take it.
He did not dream that the dudish young man would ever demean himself by manual labor; but Mr. Warmore departed from his usual reticence, to the extent of taking Tom aside and explaining matters. "Mr. Catherwood is the son of an old college friend of mine. His father was wealthy, and, at his death some years ago, left everything to him. Mr.
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