“I’ll keep it until I get even with the world again,” he consoled himself by saying, “and then I’ll go back into a counting-room.  I’ve an ambition above being a bank-clerk all my life.”

Painful experience had made Jacob a little wiser.

For the first time in his life he commenced keeping an account of his personal expenses.  This acted as a salutary check upon his bad habit of spending money for every little thing that happened to strike his fancy, and enabled him to clear off his whole debt within the first year.  Unwisely, however, he had, during this time, promised to pay some old debts, from which the law had released him.  The persons holding these claims, finding him in the receipt of a higher salary, made an appeal to his honour, which, like an honest but imprudent man, he responded to by a promise of payment as soon as it was in his power.  But little time elapsed after these promises were made before he found himself in the hands of constables and magistrates, and was only saved from imprisonment by getting friends to go his bail for six and nine months.  In order to secure them, he had to give an order in advance for his salary.  To get these burdens off his shoulders, it took twelve months longer, and then he was nearly thirty years of age.

“Thirty years old!” said he to himself on his thirtieth birth-day.  “Can it be possible?  Long before this I ought to have been doing a flourishing business, and here I am, nothing but a bank-clerk, with the prospect of never rising a step higher as long as I live.  I don’t know how it is that some people get along so well in the world.  I’m sure I am as industrious, and can do business as well as any man; but here I am still at the point from which I started twenty years ago.  I can’t understand it.  I’m afraid there’s more in luck than I’m willing to believe.”

From this time Jacob set himself to work to obtain a situation in some store or counting-room, and finally, after looking about for nearly a year, was fortunate enough to obtain a good place, as bookkeeper and salesman, with a wholesale grocer and commission merchant.  Seven hundred dollars was to be his salary.  His friends called him a fool for giving up an easy place at one thousand dollars a year, for a hard one at seven hundred.  But the act was a much wiser one than many others of his life.

Instead of saving money during the third year of his receipt of one thousand dollars, he spent the whole of his salary, without paying off a single old debt.  His private account-keeping had continued through a year and a half.  After that it was abandoned.  Had it been continued, it might have saved him three or four hundred dollars, which were now all gone, and nothing to show for them.  Poor Jacob!  Experience did not make him much wiser.

Two years passed, and at least half a dozen young men, here and there around our friend Jacob, went into business, either as partners in some old houses or under the auspices of relatives or interested friends.  But there appeared no opening for him.