XXIV.
PAUL CALLS ON MRS. DANFORTH.
"Mrs. Edward Danforth," repeated the sexton, on hearing the story ofPaul's exploit.
"Why, she attends our church."
"Do you know Mr. Danforth?" asked Paul, with interest.
"Only by sight. I know him by reputation, however."
"I suppose he is very rich."
"Yes, I should judge so. At any rate, he is doing an extensivebusiness."
"What is his business?"
"He is a merchant."
"A merchant," thought Paul; "that is just what I should like to be, butI don't see much prospect of it."
"How do you like Mrs. Danforth?" inquired the sexton.
"Very much," said Paul, warmly. "She was very kind, and made me feelquite at home in her company."
"I hope she may be disposed to assist you. She can easily do so, in herposition."
The next day Paul did not as usual go out in search of a situation.His mind was occupied with thoughts of his coming interview with Mrs.Danforth, and he thought he would defer his business plans till thesucceeding day.
At an early hour in the evening, he paused before an imposing residenceon Fifth Avenue, which he had seen but not entered the day previous.
He mounted the steps and pulled the bell.
A smart-looking man-servant answered his ring.
"Is Mrs. Danforth at home?" asked Paul.
"Yes, I believe so."
"I have called to see her."
"Does she expect you?" asked the servant, looking surprised.
"Yes; I come at her appointment," said Paul.
"Then I suppose it's all right," said the man. "Will you come in?" heasked, a little doubtfully.
Paul followed him into the house, and was shown into the drawing-room,the magnificence of which somewhat dazzled his eyes; accustomed only tothe plain sitting-room of Mr. Cameron.
The servant reappeared after a brief absence, and with rather morepoliteness than he had before shown, invited Paul to follow him to aprivate sitting-room upstairs, where he would see Mrs. Danforth.
Looking at Paul's plain, though neat clothes, the servant was a littlepuzzled to understand what had obtained for Paul the honor of being onvisiting terms with Mrs. Danforth.
"Good evening, Paul," said Mrs. Danforth, rising from her seat andwelcoming our hero with extended hand. "So you did not forget yourappointment."
"There was no fear of that," said Paul, with his usual frankness. "Ihave been looking forward to coming all day."
"Have you, indeed?" said the lady with a pleasant smile.
"Then I must endeavor to make your visit agreeable to you. Do yourecognize this desk?"
Upon a table close by, was the desk which had been purchased the dayprevious, at Appleton's.
"Yes," said Paul, "it is the one you bought yesterday. I think it isvery handsome."
"I am glad you think so. I think I told you that I intended it for apresent. I have had the new owner's name engraved upon it."
Paul read the name upon the plate provided for the purpose. His faceflushed with surprise and pleasure. That name was his own.
"Do you really mean it for me," he asked.
"If you will accept it," said Mrs. Danforth, smiling.
"I shall value it very much," said Paul, gratefully. "And I feel verymuch indebted to your kindness."
"We won't talk of indebtedness, for you remember mine is much thegreater. If you will open the desk you will find that it is furnishedwith what will, I hope, prove of use to you."
The desk being opened, proved to contain a liberal supply of stationery,sealing wax, postage stamps, and pens.
Paul was delighted with his new present, and Mrs. Danforth seemed toenjoy the evident gratification with which it inspired him.
"Now," said she, "tell me a little about yourself. Have you always livedin New York?"
"Only about three years," said Paul.
"And where did you live before?"
"At Wrenville, in Connecticut."
"I have heard of the place. A small country town, is it not?"
Paul answered in the affirmative.
"How did you happen to leave Wrenville, and come to New York?"
Paul blushed, and hesitated a moment.
"I ran away," he said at length, determined to keep nothing back.
"Ran away! Not from home, I hope."
"I had no home," said Paul, soberly. "I should never have left there, ifmy father had not died. Then I was thrown upon the world. I was sentto the Poorhouse. I did not want to go, for I thought I could supportmyself."
"That is a very honorable feeling. I suppose you did not fare very wellat the Poorhouse."
In reply, Paul detailed some of the grievances to which he had beensubjected. Mrs. Danforth listened with sympathizing attention.
"You were entirely justified in running away," she said, as heconcluded. "I can hardly imagine so great a lack of humanity as thesepeople showed. You are now, I hope, pleasantly situated?"
"Yes," said Paul, "Mr. and Mrs. Cameron treat me with as great kindnessas if I were their own child."
"Cameron! Is not that the name of the sexton of our church?" said Mrs.Danforth, meditatively.
"It is with him that I have a pleasant home."
"Indeed, I am glad to hear it. You have been attending school, Isuppose."
"Yes, it is not more than two months since I left off school."
"And now I suppose you are thinking of entering upon some business."
"Yes; I have been trying to obtain a place in some merchant'scounting-room."
"You think, then, that you would like the career of a merchant?"
"There is nothing that would suit me better."
"You have not succeeded in obtaining a place yet, I suppose?"
"No. They are very difficult to get, and I have no influential friendsto assist me."
"I have heard Mr. Danforth say that he experienced equal difficulty whenhe came to New York, a poor boy."
Paul looked surprised.
"I see that you are surprised," said Mrs. Danforth, smiling. "You think,perhaps, judging from what you see, that my husband was always rich. Buthe was the son of a poor farmer, and was obliged to make his own way inthe world. By the blessing of God, he has been prospered in business andbecome rich. But he often speaks of his early discouragements and smallbeginnings. I am sorry he is not here this evening. By the way, he leftword for you to call at his counting-room to-morrow, at eleven o'clock.I will give you his address."
She handed Paul a card containing the specified number, and soonafter he withdrew, bearing with him his handsome gift, and a cordialinvitation to repeat his call.
He looked back at the elegant mansion which he had just left, and couldnot help feeling surprised that the owner of such a palace, should havestarted in life with no greater advantages than himself.