Hiram the Young Farmer
turdy withal, the excited horses would have broken away from
and struck fire from the stones of the street with their shoes. He dragged them forward, the car
t 'em!" exclaimed the ge
was more than a little hoarse. But there was no quiver of excitement in it. Indeed, h
iced her terror. Now Hiram heard her say,
boy, Daddy. Spea
e frightened team with one firm hand while he fum
d," announced the gentleman. "Here, son, w
mporium," replied Hir
ard. You're the kind of a boy I
youth stepped nearer to reach it, the impatient horse
, but missed the card. It fluttered into the excavation in th
Hiram would have taken it to search for the lost card. For
ht be a prosperous farmer. And, being a farmer, he might be
am in touch with the man. And he seemed
earily toward the boarding house. "Well! I don't know that I'll ever see either of th
lier than usual the next morning and hurried to work by the way
ose sand, perhaps, rattling down from the sides of the excavation during the night, had buri
m one task to another. The other clerks got a minute's time to themselves now and th
ut ten o'clock, and Hiram had a request to
What do you mean, boy?" roared the prop
rand," replied
?" snarled the ol
er. I can't tell you," r
good. I don't see why I s
overtime for you, Mr.
nt. You knew you'd have to when you came to wor
tick to yours?" deman
at?" cried Mr. Dwight, glaring
promised that, if I suited after six months, you would raise my
d just that. He had got the boy cheaper by so doing. But never before had he hire
l, w
t came to his mind. He actually smiled. When Mr
id I?" he snarled. "Well, you don't suit me. You never
Another boy might have expressed his anger by fla
the frugal, country-bred person. He had saved little. He had no prospect of another job
uietly, after a minute's silence, "I
en cents for it," d
ed Hiram, and he walked into the back room,
nybody else who could tell him of prospect of work for the coming season. It was early yet for farmers to be looking for extra hands; but Hiram
ht, as he approached the open space devoted by the City of Crawberry to a market for
market-place, or would be preparing to drive home again. The hucksters and push-cart merchants were picking up "seconds" and lot-ends of ve
rket were strange to him. Several farmers he spoke to about work; but they were not hiring