A BOY WHO RECOMMENDED HIMSELF

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXXVII, Issue 2, 14 January 1909, Page 77

A BOY WHO RECOMMENDED HIMSELF

John Brent was trimming his hedge, and the snip, snip of his shears was a pleasing sound to his ears. In the rear of him stretched a wide, smoothly-kept lawn, in the centre of which stood his residence, a handsome, massive, modest structure which had cost him not less thaa 90,000 dollars. Just beyond the hedge was a public sidewalk, and two boys stopped opposite to where he was at work, he on the one side of the hedge and they on the other. ' Hello, Fred ! That's a very handsome tennis racket, 5 one of them said. ' You paid about seven dollars for it, didn't you?' ' Only six, Charlie,' was the reply. ' Your old one is in" prime order yet. "What will you take for it?' ' I sold it to Willie Robbins for one dollar and a half,' replied Fred. ' Well, now, that was silly,' declared Charlie. ' I'd have given tip three dollars for it.' ' You are too late,' replied Fred ; ' I have promised it to Willie.' ' Oh, you only promised it to him, eh ? and he's simply promised to pay for it, I suppose? I'll give you three dollars cash for it.' ' I can do it, Charlie/ ' You can if you want to. A dollar and a half more tfsn't to be sneezed at.' ' Of course not,' admitted Fred, c and I'd like to have it, only I promised the racket to Willie.' ' But you are not bound to keep your promise. You are at liberty to take more for it. Tell him that I offered you another time as much more, and that will settle it.' ' No, Charlie/ gravely replied the other boy ; ' that will not settle it, neither with Willie nor me. I cannot disappoint him. A bargain is a bargain. The racket is his even if it hasn't been delivered.' ' Oh, let him. have ,it,' retorted Charlie, angrily. ' Fred Fenton, I will not say that you are a chump, but I'll predict that you'll never make a successful business man. You are too punctilious.' John Brent overheard the conversation, and he stepped to a gap in the hedge in order to get a look at the boy who had such a high regard for his word. ' The lad has a good face, and is made of the right sort of stuff,' was the millionaire's mental comment. 'He places a' proper value "upon integrity, and he will succeed in business because he is punctilious.' The next day, while he was again working on his hedge, John Brent overheard another cbnversation. Fred Fenton was again a participant in it. ' Fred, let us 'go over to the circus lot,' the other boy said. , ' The men are putting up the tents for the afternoon performance.' 'No, Joe; I'd rather not,' Fred said. 'But why?'

'On account of the profanity. One never hears anything good on such occasions, and I would advise you not to go. My mother would not want me to go.' * Did she say you shouldn't ?'* ' No, Joe.' ' Then let us go. You will not be disobeying her orders.' ' But I will be disobeying her wishes,' insisted Fred. ' No, I will not go.' " ' That is another good point in that boy,' thought John Brent. ' ' A boy who respects his. mother's wishes very rarely goes wrong.' Two months later John Brent advertised for a clerk in his factory, and there were at least a dozen applicants. 'I can simply take your names and residences this morning,' he said. ' I'll make inquiries about you, and notify the one whom I conclude to select.' Three of the boys gave their names and residences. ' What is your name ?' he asked, as he glanced at the ' fourth boy. ' Fred Fenton, sir,' was the reply. ' • John < Brent remembered the name and the boy. He looked at him keenly, a pleased smile crossing his face. ' You can stay,' he said. ' I've been suited sooner than I expected to be,' he added, looking at the other - boys, and dismissing them with a wave of his hand. ' Why did you take me ?' asked Fred in surprise. ' Why were inquiries not necessary in my case ? You do not know me.' ' I know you better than you think I do,' John Brent said, with a significant smile. ' But I offered you no recommendation,' suggested Fred. ' My boy, it wasn't necessary,' replied John Brent. ' I overheard you recommend yourself,' and as he felt disposed to enlighten Fred, he told him about the two conversations he had overheard. This is a true story.