"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."