"Charles worked in the store all that summer; and when school opened
again, he helped the druggist mornings and evenings. His tired mother
did not have to take in so many washings now; for Charles always gave
her his money at the end of the week.
"After he had finished school, the druggist gave him a steady job in the
store, with good wages.
"'Charles,' said the druggist one day, 'do you remember the day you
sorted bolts and nails for me?'
"'Indeed I do,' answered Charles. 'How glad I was to find work that day,
so I could help my mother a little! And I shall never forget how surprised
I was when I found a five-dollar gold-piece at the bottom of the chest.'
"'I put it there on purpose,' said the druggist. 'I wanted to find out
what sort of boy you were.'
"'You did!' exclaimed the astonished boy.
"'Yes; and when you brought it to me I was pretty sure that I had found
an honest boy. But I wanted to be able to trust you with large sums of
money, so I tested you still further. I left pennies and nickels and a
dime on the floor; and last of all, a dollar. When you picked them all
up, and laid them on the shelf, and told me about them--I knew then that
I could safely trust you.
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