businesslike bearing of the young merchant, and willing to encourage
him in his efforts to make a living. These last, as well as some of the
former class, declined to accept the prizes, so that these were so much
gain to Paul.

At length but one package remained, and this Paul was some time getting
rid of. At last a gentleman came up, holding a little boy of seven by
the hand.

"Oh, buy me the package, papa?" he said, drawing his father's attention.

"What is there in it, boy?" asked the gentleman.

"Candy," was the answer.

Alfred, for this was the little boy's name, renewed his entreaties,
having, like most boys, a taste for candy.

"There it is, Alfred," said his father, handing the package to his
little son.

"There's a prize inside," said Paul, seeing that they were about to
pass.

"We must look for the prize by all means," said the gentleman. "What is
this? One cent?"

"Yes sir"; and Paul held out a cent to his customer.

"Never mind about that! You may keep the prize."