"Let me look at your tea."
Frank showed him his samples.
"Who employs you?'
"The Great Pekin Tea Company."
"They have a good name. Yes, I will try a couple of pounds at fifty
cents."
This, of course, came to a dollar, and Frank's profit on the sale
amounted to twenty cents. This was precisely the cost of the lunch which
he ordered, so that he felt well satisfied with the arrangement.
He left the saloon in better spirits, and resumed his travels from house
to house.
I am sorry to say, however, that though he certainly exerted himself to
the utmost in the interests of the Great Pekin Tea Company and his own,
he did not sell another pound of tea that day.
About three o'clock he got on board a Third Avenue horse car, bound
downtown and sat quietly down in a corner.
"Harlem doesn't seem to be a very promising field for an agent," he said
to himself. "Perhaps it isn't fair to judge it by the first day. Still,
I don't think I shall have courage to come here to-morrow. I would
rather go to Jersey City or Brooklyn."
Frank got off the cars at the Bible House and walked to his boarding
house, where a disagreeable surprise was in store for him.
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