So they chatted till all the details had been arranged.  Dennis was to go in as caretaker, bound to use only Bohlmann’s beer, with a percentage on that, and the profits on all else.  He was to pay the rent, receiving a sub-lease from Bohlmann, who was only a lesee himself, and to give a chattel mortgage on the stock supplied him.  Finally he was to have the right of redemption of stock, lease, and good-will at any time within five years, on making certain payments.

“You draw up der babers, Misder Stirling, and send der bill to me.  Ve vill give der yoonger a chance,” the brewer said.

When Dennis called the next day, he was “spacheless” at the new developments.  He wrung Peter’s hand.

“Arrah, what can Oi say to yez?” he exclaimed finally.  Then having found something, he quickly continued:  “Now, Patsy Blunkers, lookout for yezself.  It’s the divil Oi’ll give yez in the primary this year.”

He begged Peter to come down the opening night, and help to “celebrate the event.”

“Thank you,” said Peter, “but I don’t think I will.”

“Shure,” said Dennis, “yez needn’t be afraid it won’t be orderly.  It’s myself can do the hittin’, an’ the b’ys know it.”

“My mother brought me up,” Peter explained, “not to go into saloons, and when I came to New York I promised her, if I ever did anything she had taught me not to, that I would write her about it.  She would hardly understand this visit, and it might make her very unhappy.”

Peter earned fifty dollars by drawing the papers, and at the end of the first month Dennis brought him fifty more.

“Trade’s been fine, sir, an’ Oi want to pay something for what yez did.”

So Peter left his two hundred and fifty dollars in the bank, having recouped the expenses of the first case out of his new client.

He wrote all about it to his mother: 

“I am afraid you won’t approve of what I did entirely, for I know your strong feeling against men who make and sell liquor.  But I somehow have been made to feel in the last few days that more can be done in the world by kindness and help than by frowns and prosecutions.  I had no thought of getting money out of the case, so I am sure I was not influenced by that.  It seemed to me that a man was being unfairly treated, and that too, by laws which are meant for other purposes.  I really tried to think it out, and do what seemed right to me.  My last client has a look and a way of speaking that makes me certain he’s a fine fellow, and I shall try to see something of him, provided it will not worry you to think of me as friendly with a saloon-keeper.  I know I can be of use to him.”

Little did Peter know how useful his last client would be to him.

CHAPTER XIX.

THE PRIMARY.

After this rush of work, Peter’s life became as routine as of yore.  The winter passed without an event worth noting, if we except a steadily growing acquaintance with the dwellers of the district.  But in July a new phase was injected into it by a call from Dennis Moriarty.