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Thurston, I. T. (Ida Treadwell), 1848-1918

"The Bishop's Shadow"

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"I have done my part. I'm waitin' for you to do yours," replied the
boy.
"Mine? What's my part, I'd like to know?" demanded the young man,
sharply.
"To pay me for my work." replied Theo, promptly, but with a shadow
falling on his face.
"Pay you? Well, if this isn't cheeky! I didn't agree to pay you
anything."
"But you knew that I expected to be paid for my work," persisted the
boy, the angry colour rising in his cheeks.
"You expected--pshaw! Young man, you've had a lesson that is well
worth the time and labour you've expended," remarked the clerk in a
tone of great dignity. "Hereafter you will know better than to take
anything for granted in business transactions. Good-morning," and he
turned his back on the boy and began to write again.
Theodore glanced around the room to see if there was any one on his
side, but two of the other clerks were grinning at his discomfiture,
and the others pretended not to know anything about the affair. He saw
now that he had been foolish to undertake the work as he had done, but
he realised that it would not help his case to make a fuss about
it. All the same he was unwilling to submit without a protest.
"Next time I'll take care to make my bargain with a gentleman," he
said, quietly.
He saw a singular change in the expression of the clerk's face at
these words, and as he turned sharply about to leave the office he
almost ran into a tall, grey-haired man who had just entered.


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