‘It’s so, an’t it, Charley?’ cried Pease.

‘I’ve nothing to say about it,’ answered the boy.  He liked Hiram, and detested Pease, and was glad to see him humiliated.

‘It is so,’ observed Hiram.

Mr. Jessup was astounded.

’I shall think the matter over seriously, young men, and make up my mind about it this evening.  Now let us attend to business.’

Mr. Jessup had decided in his own mind that Hiram’s conduct was very reprehensible—­not that he cared about Pease being snubbed, that he rather enjoyed than otherwise, but he thought what Hiram had done would serve to cast discredit on the establishment.  Before, however, deciding to censure him in presence of his fellow-clerks, he determined to speak with him privately.  He took occasion without the knowledge of Pease, to ask Hiram to step to the house, and once there, he requested him to give his version of the affair.  Hiram replied that Pease had stated it very correctly.

‘What could be your object,’ asked Mr. Jessup, ’in doing what would throw disgrace on my store, for you know such an admission would disgrace us?’

‘To serve your interests, as in duty bound,’ replied Hiram.

Mr. Jessup could not so understand it, and Hiram undertook calmly to explain how dishonest it was for Pease to do as he did.  It had very little effect on Mr. Jessup.  His nerves were too strong to be unsettled by a moral appeal.  He told Hiram he was to blame, and said he should be obliged to so express himself, when they all met, and he must add a caution for the future.

‘Fool!’ exclaimed Hiram, startled out of his usual calm propriety, ’do you not comprehend if that woman had gone out of your store with the calico, that she not only would never enter it again, but she would publish your name over town as a swindler and a cheat, and you never would hear the end of it.  Pease had charged her double prices, and the goods would not stand a single washing.  And you know whether or not you are ready to pay off the mortgage Deacon Esterbrook holds on this house.’

Mr. Jessup colored deeply.  When he purchased his house he left a pretty large mortgage on it, which the owner had sold to Deacon Esterbrook, who was a moneyed man, and who now held it quite content with his yearly six per cent.

‘You seem to interest yourself in my private affairs,’ said Mr. Jessup in a sarcastic tone.

‘Why shouldn’t I, sir, so long as I am in your employ,’ answered Hiram, without noticing the irony.

‘You’re a devilish strange fellow, any how,’ said Mr. Jessup, musingly, ‘but I confess I never had a person about me half so useful.’

’I could be of much more service to you if you would conduct your business on strict mercantile principles.’

‘Why, what would you have me do different from what I am doing?’

‘I would have every thing done straight and HONEST, Mr. Jessup,’ said Hiram firmly.