JACOB JONES;

OR, THE MAN WHO COULDN'T GET ALONG IN THE WORLD.





JACOB JONES was clerk in a commission store at a salary of five
hundred dollars a year. He was just twenty-two, and had been
receiving his salary for two years. Jacob had no one to care for but
himself; but, somehow or other, it happened that he did not lay up
any money, but, instead, usually had from fifty to one hundred
dollars standing against him on the books of his tailors.

"How much money have you laid by, Jacob?" said, one day, the
merchant who employed him. This question came upon Jacob rather
suddenly; and coming from the source that it did was not an
agreeable one--for the merchant was a very careful and economical
man.

"I haven't laid by any thing yet," replied Jacob, with a slight air
of embarrassment.

"You haven't!" said the merchant, in surprise. "Why, what have you
done with your money?"