FRANK SEEKS EMPLOYMENT IN VAIN It was a bright, pleasant day, and Broadway looked very lively.

In spite of his being alone in a strange city, with uncertain prospects, Frank felt in good spirits.
Boys of his age usually like excitement and bustle, and Frank was quick to notice the shifting scenes of the great panorama.
"Here are thousands of people," he reflected, "all of whom make a living in some way.

I don't see why I can't succeed as well as they." Some of the objects he saw amused him.
In front of him walked an elderly man with a large placard strapped to his back, on which was the advertisement of a "Great Clothing Emporium." "I don't think I should fancy that kind of employment," thought our hero.
As he was looking in at a shop window, a boy about his own age hailed him.
"I say, Johnny, what's the price of turnips ?" "Do you want to buy any ?" asked Frank quietly.
"Well, I might.

Have you got any with you ?" "I am sorry I can't supply you," said Frank, coolly.

"Up our way we keep our cattle on turnips." "You ain't so green, after all," said the boy, laughing good-naturedly.
"Thank you for the compliment!" "I suppose I look countrylike," thought Frank, "but it won't last long.
I shall get used to city ways." Close by he saw in a window the sign: "CASH BOY WANTED." Frank as not altogether certain about the duties of cash boys nor their rate of compensation, but he made up his mind not to lose sight of any chances, and accordingly stepped into the store.
It proved to be a large dry-goods store.
Near the entrance he met a tall man, with black whiskers.
"Do you want any cash boys ?" inquired Frank.
"Are you inquiring for yourself ?" "Yes, sir." "You are too large.