Several days passed without showing Frank any way by which he could
increase his income. Jasper again offered to give him two dollars a week
out of his own wages, but this our hero steadily refused.

One Friday evening, just as the store was about to close, the head
salesman called Frank to him.

"Where do you live?" he asked.

"In Sixth avenue, near Twenty-fifth street."

"There's a bundle to go to Forty-sixth street. I'll pay your fare upon
the stage if you'll carry it. I promised to send it to-night, and I
don't like to disappoint the lady."

"I can carry it just as well as not."

Frank took the bundle, and got on board a passing omnibus. There was
just one seat vacant beside an old gentleman of seventy, who appeared to
be quite feeble.

At Forty-fifth street he pulled the strap and prepared to descend,
leaning heavily on his cane as he did so. By some mischance the horses
started a little too soon and the old man, losing his footing, fell in
the street. Frank observed the accident and sprang out instantly to his
help.

"I hope you are not much hurt, sir?" he said, hastily.

"I have hurt my knee," said the old gentleman.