I want
to see my nephew makin' a man of himself--a real man; and, Steve, you
talk more like a man to-night than I've ever heard you. Stick to it, and
you'll do yet. As for goin' to work, you let me chew on that for a few
days."
The next morning he called on Sylvester, who in turn took him to a
friend of his, a broker--employing a good-sized staff of clerks. The
three had a consultation, followed, the day after, by another. That
evening the captain made a definite proposal to Stephen. It was,
briefly, that, while not consenting to the latter's leaving college, he
did consider that a trial of the work in a broker's office might be
a good thing. Therefore, if the young man wished, he could enter the
employ of Sylvester's friend and remain during July and August.
"You'll leave about the first of September, Steve," he said, "and
that'll give you time for the two weeks vacation that you ought to have.
Then you can go back to Yale and pitch in till the next summer, when the
same job'll be ready for you. After you're through college for good, if
what you've learned about brokerin' ain't cured you of your likin' for
it--if you still want to go ahead with it for your life job, then--well,
then we'll see. What do you say?"
Stephen had a good deal to say, principally in the line of objection to
continuing his studies.
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