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<p>"A fair day's business. A very fair day's business," said <em>Leonard Jasper</em>, as he closed a small account-book, over which he had been poring, pencil in hand, for some ten minutes. The tone in which he spoke expressed more than ordinary gratification.<br><br>
    "To what do the sales amount?" asked a young man, clerk to the dealer, approaching his principal as he spoke.<br><br>
    "To just two hundred dollars, Edward. It's the best day we've had for a month."<br><br>
    "The best, in more than one sense," remarked the young man, with a meaning expression.<br><br>
    "You're right there, too," said Jasper, with animation, rubbing his hands together as he spoke, in the manner of one who is particularly well pleased with himself. "I made two or three trades that added largely on the sunny side of profit and loss account."<br><br>
    "True enough. Though I've been afraid, ever since you sold that piece of velvet to Harland's wife, that you cut rather deeper than was prudent."<br><br>
    "Not a bit of it — not a bit of it! Had I asked her three dollars a yard — she would have wanted it for two. So I said <em>six</em>, to begin with, expecting to fall extensively; and, to put a good face on the matter, told her that it cost within a fraction of what I asked to make the importation — remarking, at the same time, that the goods were too rich in quality to bear a profit, and were only kept as a matter of <em>accommodation </em>to certain customers."<br><br>
    "And she bought at five?"<br><br>
    "Yes; thinking she had obtained the velvet at seventy-five cents a yard less than its cost. Generous customer, truly!"<br><br>
    "While you, in reality, made two dollars and a half on every yard she bought."<br><br>
    "Precisely that sum."<br><br>
    "She had six yards."<br><br>
    "Yes; out of which we made a clear profit of fifteen dollars. That will do, I'm thinking. Operations like this count up fast."<br><br>
    "Very fast. <em>But</em>, Mr. Jasper — "<br><br>
    "But <em>what</em>, Edward?"<br><br>
    "Is it altogether prudent to multiply operations of this character? Won't it make for you a <em>bad reputation</em>, and thus diminish, instead of increasing, your income?"<br><br>
    "I fear nothing of the kind. One-half the people are not satisfied unless you <em>cheat </em>them. I've handled the yardstick, off and on, for the last fifteen or twenty years, and I think my observation during that time is worth something. It tells me this — that a bold face, a smooth tongue, and an easy conscience are worth more in our business than any other qualities. With these, you may do as you please. They profit far better than all the 'one-price' and fair-dealing professions, in which people have little faith. In fact, the mass will overreach if they can, and therefore regard these 'honest' assumptions with suspicion."<br><br>
    The young man, Edward Chavez, did not make a reply for nearly a minute. Something in the words of Mr. Jasper had fixed his thought, and left him, for a brief space of time, absorbed in his own reflections.<br><br>
    Lifting, at length, his eyes, which had been resting on the floor, he said —<br><br>
    "Our <em>profit </em>on today's sales must reach very nearly fifty dollars."<br><br>
    "Just that sum, if I have made a right estimate," replied Jasper; "and that is what I call a fair day's business."<br><br>
    While he was yet speaking, a lad entered the store, and laid upon the counter a small sealed package, bearing the superscription, "Leonard Jasper, Esq." The merchant cut the red tape with which it was tied, broke the seal, and opening the package, took therefrom several papers, over which he ran his eyes hurriedly; his clerk, as he did so, turning away.<br><br>
    "What's this?" muttered Jasper to himself, not at first clearly comprehending the nature of the business to which the communication related. "Executor! To what? Oh! ah! Estate of<em>Ruben Elder</em>. Humph! What possessed him to <em>trouble </em>me with this business? I've no time to play <em>executor </em>to an estate, the whole proceeds of which would hardly fill my trousers' pocket. He was a thriftless fellow at best, and never could more than keep his head out of water. His debts will swallow up everything, of course, saving <em>my commissions</em>, which I would gladly throw in to be rid of this business."<br><br>
    With this, Jasper tossed the papers into his desk, and, taking up his hat, said to his clerk — "You may shut the store, Edward. Before you leave, see that everything is made safe."<br><br>
    The merchant than retired, and wended his way homeward.<br><br>
    Edward Chavez seemed in no hurry to follow this example. His first act was to close the window-shutters and door — turning the key in the latter, and remaining inside.<br><br>
    Entirely alone, and hidden from observation, the young man seated himself, and let his thoughts, which seemed to be active on some subject, take their own way. He was soon entirely absorbed. Whatever were his thoughts, one thing would have been apparent to an observer — they did not run in a <em>quiet </em>stream. Something disturbed their current, for his brow was knit, his compressed lips had a disturbed motion, and his hands moved about at times uneasily. At length he arose, not hurriedly, but with a deliberate motion, threw his arms behind him, and, bending forward, with his eyes cast down, paced the length of the store two or three times, backward and forward, slowly.<br><br>
    "Fifty dollars <em>profit </em>in one day," he at length said, half audibly. "That will do, certainly. I'd be contented with a tenth part of the sum. He's bound to get rich; that's plain. Fifty dollars in a single day! Leonard Jasper, you're a <em>shrewd </em>one. I shall have to lay aside some of my <em>old-fashioned squeamishness</em>, and take a few lessons from so accomplished a teacher. But, he's a <em>downright cheat!"</em><br><br>
    Some better thought had swept suddenly, in a gleam of light, across the young man's mind, showing him the true nature of the principles from which the merchant acted, and, for the moment, causing his whole nature to <em>revolt </em>against them. But the light faded slowly; a state of darkness and confusion followed, and then the old current of thought moved on as before.<br><br>
    Slowly, and now with an attitude of deeper abstraction, moved the young man backward and forward the entire length of the room, of which he was the sole occupant. He felt that he was alone, that no human eye could note a single movement. Of the<em> all-seeing Eye</em>, he thought not — his spirit's evil counselors, drawn intimately near to him through<em>inclinations to evil</em>, kept that consciousness from his mind.<br><br>
    At length Chavez turned to the desk upon which were the account-books that had been used during the day, and commenced turning the leaves of one of them in a way that showed only a half-formed purpose. There was an impulse to something in his mind; an impulse not yet expressed in any form of thought, though in the progress toward something definite.<br><br>
    "Fifty dollars a day!" he murmurs. Ah, that shows the direction of his mind. He is still struggling in temptation, and with all his inherited <em>greed </em>bearing him downward.<br><br>
    Suddenly he startled, turned his head, and listened eagerly, and with a strange agitation. Someone had tried the door. For a few moments he stood in an attitude of the most profound attention. But the trial was not repeated. How audibly, to his own ears, throbbed his heart! How oppressed was his bosom! How, in a current of fire, rushed the blood to his over-excited brain!<br><br>
    The hand upon the door was but an ordinary occurrence. It might now be only a customer, who, seeing a light within, hoped to supply some neglected need, or a friend passing by, who wished for a few words of pleasant gossip. At any other time Chavez would have stepped quickly and with undisturbed expectation to receive the applicant for admission. But <em>guilty thoughts </em>awakened their nervous attendants, <em>suspicion </em>and <em>fear</em>, and these had sounded an instant alarm.<br><br>
    Still, very still, sat Edward Chavez, even to the occasional suppression of his breathing, which, to him, seemed strangely loud.<br><br>
    Several minutes elapsed, and then the young man commenced silently to remove the various account-books to their nightly deposit in the fire-proof safe. The cash-box, over the contents of which he lingered, counting note by note and coin by coin, several times repeated, next took its place with the books. The heavy iron door swung, the key traversed noiselessly the delicate and complicated lock, and the articles were deposited in a place of safety. And, yet unrecovered from his mood of abstraction, the clerk left the store, and took his way homeward.<br><br>
    From that hour, Edward Chavez was to be the subject of a <em>fierce temptation</em>. He had <em>admitted </em>an evil suggestion, and had warmed it in the earth of his mind, even to germination. Already a delicate root had penetrated the soil, and was extracting food therefrom. Oh! why did he not instantly pluck it out, when the hand of an infant would have sufficed in strength for the task? Why did he let it remain, shielding it from the cold winds of rational truth and the hot sun of right actions, until it could live, sustained by its own organs of appropriation and nutrition? Why did he let it remain until its lusty growth gave sad promise of an evil tree, in which birds of night find shelter and build nests for their young?<br><br>
    Let us introduce <em>another scene </em>and <em>another personage</em>, who will claim, to some extent, the reader's attention.<br><br>
    There were two small but neatly, though plainly, furnished rooms, in the second story of a house located in a retired street. In one of these rooms tea was prepared, and near the tea-table sat a young woman, with a sleeping babe nestled to her bosom. She was fair-faced and sunny-haired; and in her blue eyes lay, in calm beauty, sweet tokens of a pure and loving heart. How tenderly she looked down, now and then, upon the <em>slumbering cherub </em>whose winning ways and murmurs of affection had blessed her through the day! Happy young wife! these are your halcyon days! Care has not thrown upon you a single shadow from his gloomy wing, and <em>hope </em>pictures the smiling future with a sky of sunny brightness.<br><br>
    "How long he stays away!" had just passed her lips, when the sound of well-known footsteps was heard in the passage below. A brief time, and then the room-door opened, and Edward Chavez came in. What a depth of <em>tenderness </em>was in his voice as he bent his lips to those of his young wife, murmuring —<br><br>
    <em>"My Edith!"</em> and then touching, with a gentler pressure, the white forehead of his sleeping babe.<br><br>
    "You were <em>late </em>this evening, dear," said Edith, looking into the face of her husband, whose eyes drooped under her earnest gaze.<br><br>
    "Yes," he replied, with a slight evasion in his tone and manner; "we have been busier than usual today."<br><br>
    As he spoke, the young wife arose, and taking her slumbering child into the adjoining chamber, laid it gently in its crib. Then returning, she made the tea — the kettle stood boiling by the grate — and in a little while they sat down to their evening meal.<br><br>
    Edith soon observed that her husband was more thoughtful and less talkative than usual. She asked, however, no direct question concerning this change; but regarded what he did say with closer attention, hoping to draw a correct inference, without seeming to notice his altered mood.<br><br>
    "Mr. Jasper's business is increasing?" she said, somewhat interrogatively, while they still sat at the table, an expression of her husband's leading to this remark.<br><br>
    "Yes, increasing very rapidly," replied Chavez, with animation. "The fact is, he is going to get rich. Do you know that his profit on today's sales amounted to fifty dollars?"<br><br>
    "So much?" said Edith, yet in a tone that showed no surprise or particular interest in the matter.<br><br>
    "Fifty dollars a day," resumed Chavez, "counting three hundred week-days in the year, gives the handsome sum of fifteen thousand dollars in the year. I'd be satisfied with as much in <em>five </em>years."<br><br>
    There was more feeling in the tone of his voice than he had meant to betray. His young wife lifted her eyes to his face, and looked at him with a wonder she could not conceal.<br><br>
    "<em>Contentment</em>, dear," said she, in a gentle, subdued, yet tender voice, "is <em>great gain</em>. We have enough, and more than enough, to make us happy. Material riches have no power to fill the heart's most yearning affections; and how often do they take to themselves wings and fly away."<br><br>
    "Enough, dear!" replied Edward Chavez, smiling. "O no, not enough, by any means. Five hundred dollars a year is but a meager sum. What does it procure for us? Only these two rooms and the barest necessaries of life. We cannot even afford the constant service of a servant."<br><br>
    "Why, Edward! what has come over you? Have I complained?"<br><br>
    "No, dear, no. But do you think that I have no ambition to see my wife take a higher place than this?"<br><br>
    "Ambition! Do not again use that word," said Edith, very earnestly. "What has <em>love </em>to do with ambition? What have we to do with the <em>world </em>and its higher places? Will a more elegant home secure for us a <em>purer joy </em>than we have known and still know in this our <em>Eden? </em>Oh, my husband! do not let such thoughts come into your mind. Let us be <em>content</em>with what God in his wisdom provides, assured that it is best for us. In <em>envying </em>the good of another — we destroy our own good. There is a higher wealth than gold, Edward; and it supplies higher needs. There are <em>riches without wings</em> — they lie scattered about our feet; we may fill our coffers, if we will. Treasures of <em>good affections </em>and <em>true thoughts</em>are worth more than all earthly riches, and will bear us far more safely and happily through the world; such treasures are given to all who will receive them, and given in <em>lavish abundance</em>. Let us secure of <em>this </em>wealth, Edward — a liberal share."<br><br>
    "Mere treasures of the <em>mind</em>, Edith, do not sustain natural life, do not supply physical demands. They build no houses; they provide not for increasing needs. We cannot always remain in the <em>ideal </em>world; the <em>sober realities of life </em>will drag us down."<br><br>
    The simple-hearted, true-minded young wife was not understood by her husband. She felt this, and felt it oppressively.<br><br>
    "Have we not enough, Edward, to meet every <em>real </em>need?" she urged. "Do we need better food or better clothing? Would our bodies be more comfortable because our carpets were of richer material, and our rooms filled with costlier furniture? O no! If not <em>contented </em>with such things as <em>Providence </em>gives us today — we shall not find contentment in what He gives us tomorrow; for the same <em>dissatisfied heart </em>will beat in our bosoms. Let Mr. Jasper get rich, if he can; we will not <em>envy </em>his possessions."<br><br>
    "I do not <em>envy </em>him, Edith," replied Chavez. "But I cannot feel satisfied with the small salary he pays me. My services are, I know, of greater value than he estimates them, and I feel that I am dealt with unjustly."<br><br>
    Edith made no answer. The subject was repugnant to her feelings, and she did not wish to prolong it. Chavez already regretted its introduction. So there was silence for nearly a minute.<br><br>
    When the conversation flowed on again, it embraced a different theme, but had in it no warmth of feeling. Not since they had joined hands at the altar, nearly two years before, had they passed so embarrassed and really unhappy an evening as this. A <em>tempting spirit </em>had found its way into their <em>Paradise</em>, burning with a fierce desire to mar its beauty!
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