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Jacob Jones; Or, The Man Who Couldn’t Get Along In The World
by
About a month afterward, Jacob met his employer’s nephew, who said,
“I am going into business.”
“You are?”
“Yes.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Open a commission store.”
“Ah! Can you get any good consignments?”
“I am to have the agency for a new mill, which has just commenced operations, besides consignments of goods from several small concerns at the East.”
“You will have to make advances.”
“To no great extent. My uncle has secured the agency of the new mill here without any advance being required, and eight hundred or a thousand dollars will be as much as I shall need to secure as many goods as I can sell from the other establishments of which I speak.”
“But where will the eight hundred or a thousand dollars come from?”
“My uncle has placed a thousand dollars at my disposal. Indeed, the whole thing is the result of his recommendation.”
“Your uncle! You are a lucky dog. I wish I had a rich uncle. But there is no such good fortune for me.”
This was the conclusion of Jacob Jones, who made himself quite unhappy for some weeks, brooding over the matter. He never once dreamed of the real cause of his not having had an equal share in his young friend’s good fortune. He had not the most distant idea that his employer felt nearly as much regard for him as for his nephew, and would have promoted his interests as quickly, if he had felt justified in doing so.
“It’s my luck, I suppose,” was the final conclusion of his mind; “and it’s no use to cry about it. Anyhow, it isn’t every man with a rich uncle, and a thousand dollars advanced, who succeeds in business, nor every man who starts without capital that is unsuccessful. I understand as much about business as the old man’s nephew, any day; and can get consignments as well as he can.”
Three or four months after this, Jacob notified the merchant that he was going to start for himself, and asked his interest as far as he could give it, without interfering with his own business. His employer did not speak very encouragingly about the matter, which offended Jacob.
“He’s afraid I’ll injure his nephew,” said he to himself. “But he needn’t be uneasy–the world is wide enough for us all, the old hunks!”
Jacob borrowed a couple of hundred dollars, took a store at five hundred dollars a year rent, and employed a clerk and porter. He then sent his circulars to a number of manufactories at the East, announcing the fact of his having opened a new commission house, and soliciting consignments. His next move was, to leave his boarding-house, where he had been paying four dollars a week, and take lodgings at a hotel at seven dollars a week.
Notwithstanding Jacob went regularly to the post-office twice every day, few letters came to hand, and but few of them contained bills of lading and invoices. The result of the first year’s business was an income from commission on sales of seven hundred dollars. Against this were the items of one thousand dollars for personal expenses, five hundred dollars for store-rent, seven hundred dollars for clerk and porter, and for petty and contingent expenses two hundred dollars; leaving the uncomfortable deficit of seventeen hundred dollars, which stood against him in the form of bills payable for sales effected, and small notes of accommodation borrowed from his friends.
The result of the first year’s business of his old employer’s nephew was very different. The gross profits were three thousand dollars, and the expenses as follows: personal expense, seven hundred dollars–just what the young man’s salary had previously been, and out of which he supported his mother and her family–store rent, three hundred dollars; porter, two hundred and fifty; petty expenses, one hundred dollars–in all thirteen hundred and fifty dollars, leaving a net profit of sixteen hundred and fifty dollars. It will be seen that he did not go to the expense of a clerk during the first year. He preferred working a little harder, and keeping his own books, by which an important saving was effected.