He was speedily directed and went over at once. He showed the
salesman in charge a letter from Mr. Crawford, authorizing him to
select a certain amount of goods.

"You are rather a young buyer," said the salesman, smiling.

"It is the first time I have served in that way," said Ben modestly;
"but I know pretty well what Mr. Crawford wants."

Half an hour was consumed in making his selections.

"You have good taste," said the salesman, "judging from your
selections."

"Thank you."

"If you ever come to the city to look for work, come here, and I will
introduce you to the firm."

"Thank you. How soon can you ship the goods?"

"I am afraid not to-day, as we are very busy. Early next week we will
send them."

His business concluded, Ben left the store and walked up to Broadway.
The crowded thoroughfare had much to interest him. He was looking at
a window when someone tapped him on the shoulder.

It was a young man foppishly attired, who was smiling graciously upon