put an advertisement in the paper for a new clerk, and there have been about a dozen here already."
"And none of them suit?"
"Suit! He's a man that is never suited."
"Then perhaps I won't be able to sell him any goods," returned Matt, his heart sinking.
"It ain't likely. Business is poor, and he ain't having more than he can help. You can try him, though."
"Where is he?"
"I'll call him."
The young man behind the desk rang the bell for one of the waiters, and sent that individual upstairs for the proprietor. The waiter was gone nearly five minutes before he returned, accompanied by a short, stout man, with bushy black hair and a heavy beard.
"Well, sir, what can I do for you?" asked the man of Matt.
"If you are not too busy I would like to show you some goods which are both good and very cheap," returned Matt, as easily as he could, and without waiting for a reply he unrolled his package of samples, and placed them upon the desk.
"And is that what you called me downstairs for?" cried the proprietor of the restaurant, in a rage. "Make me throw down a good hand at cards just to
