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“‘Mornin’, Abner,’ said the librarian; ‘have you brought back that book?’

“Abner seated himself on the door-step. ‘No, I haven’t, Mr. Brownsill,’ said he; ‘I forgot it. I forgot it, but I remember some things that’s in it, and I’ve come to talk about ’em.’

“‘Very good,’ said the librarian, closing the volume of Salmon’s Geographical Grammar with his finger at page 35, treating of paradoxes, and remarked: ‘Well, Abner, what is it?’

“Then Abner Batterfield told his tale. He was going to make a fresh start; he was going to spend the rest of his life in some manner worthy of him. He hadn’t read much of the book he had taken out of the library, for in his present way of spending his life there didn’t seem to be any very good time for reading, but he had read enough of it to make him feel that it was time for him to make a fresh start, and he was going to do it.

“‘And I may have a tough time,’ said Abner; ‘but it’ll be blackgum ag’in’ thunder, and I’m blackgum!’

“The librarian smiled. ‘What are you going to do?’ said he.

“‘That’s a thing,’ said Abner, ‘I’m not so certain about. I’ve been thinkin’ of enterin’ the ministry; but the bother about that is, I can’t make up my mind which particular denomination to enter. There’s such a difference in ’em.’

“‘That’s true,’ said Mr. Brownsill; ‘that’s very true! But haven’t you a leaning for some one of them in particular?’

“‘In thinkin’ it over,’ said Abner, ‘I’ve been drawn to the Quakers. So far’s I kin find out, there’s nothin’ a Quaker preacher has to do if he don’t want to.’

“‘But then, on the other hand,’ said the librarian, ‘there’s no pay.’

“‘Which won’t work at all,’ said Abner, ‘so that’s got to be dropped. As to the Methodists, there’s too much work. A man might as well stick to hoein’ corn.’

“‘What do you think of the Catholics?’ asked the librarian, meditatively. ‘I should think a monk in a cell might suit you. I don’t believe you’d be expected to do much work in a cell.’

“Abner cogitated. ‘But there ain’t no pay to that, no more’n if I was a Quaker. And there’s Mrs. B. to be considered. I tell you, Mr. Brownsill, it’s awful hard makin’ a ch’ice.’

“The librarian opened his book and took a good look at the number of the page on which paradoxes were treated, so that he might remember it; then he rose and put the book upon the table, and, turning to Abner, he looked at him steadfastly.

“‘Abner Batterfield,’ said he, ‘I understand the state of your mind, and it is plain enough that it’s pretty hard for you to make a choice of a new path in life; but perhaps I can help you. How would you like to be a librarian?’

“‘Me!’ exclaimed Abner, amazed.

“‘I don’t mean,’ said Mr. Brownsill, ‘that you should take up this business for life without knowing whether you like it or not, but I can offer you what might be called a sample situation. I want to go away for a couple of weeks to visit my relations, and if you will come and attend to the library while I am gone, it might be a good thing for both of us. Then, if you don’t like the business of a librarian, you might sample some other calling or profession.’

“Abner rose from the door-step, and, entering the room, stood before Mr. Brownsill. ‘That’s the most sensible thing,’ said he, ‘that I ever heard said in all my life. Sample first, and go into afterwards; that’s sound reason. Mr. Brownsill, I will do it.’

“‘Good!’ said the librarian. ‘And the duties are not difficult.’

“‘And the pay?’ asked Abner.

“‘Just what I get,’ said Mr. Brownsill.

“The bargain was made, and Abner immediately began taking lessons in the duties of a librarian.

“When he went home he told his tale to Mrs. B. ‘I have hoed my last row of corn,’ said he, ‘and when it’s fit to cut and shock we’ll hire a man. There’s librarians, Mrs. B., so Mr. Brownsill told me, that gets thousands a year. Think of that, Mrs. B.–thousands a year!’