old pieces into his hand.

"I am not proud, sir; only I don't like to be paid for doing my duty."

"Not paid, my young friend. Consider that you have placed me under an
obligation to you for life. This money is only an expression of my own
and my daughter's feelings. It is but a small sum, but I hope you will
permit me to do something more for you, when you need it. You will
regard me as your friend as long as you live."

"Thank you, sir."

"When you want any assistance of any kind, come to me. I live in
Boston; here is my business card."

Mr. Bayard handed him a card, on which Bobby read, "F. Bayard & Co.,
Booksellers and Publishers, No. ---- Washington Street, Boston."

"You are very kind, sir."

"I want you should come to Boston and see us too," interposed Ellen.
"I should be delighted to show you the city, to take you to the
Athenaeum and the Museum."

"Thank you."

Mr. Bayard inquired of Bobby about his parents, where he lived, and
about the circumstances of his family. He then took out his memorandum
book, in which he wrote the boy's name and residence.

"I am sorry to leave you now, Robert, but I have over twenty miles to
ride to-day. I should be glad to visit your mother, and next time I
come to Riverdale, I shall certainly do so."

"Thank you, sir; my mother is a very poor woman, but she will be glad
to see you."

"Now, good by, Robert."

"Good by," repeated Ellen.

"Good by."

Mr. Bayard drove off, leaving Bobby standing on the bridge with the
gold pieces in his hand.

"Here's luck!" said Bobby, shaking the coin. "Won't mother's eyes
stick out when she sees these shiners? There are no such shiners in
the river as these."

Bobby was astonished, and the more he gazed at the gold pieces, the
more bewildered he became. He had never held so much money in his hand
before. There were three large coins and one smaller one. He turned
them over and over, and finally ascertained that the large coins were
ten dollar pieces, and the smaller one a five dollar piece. Bobby was
not a great scholar, but he knew enough of arithmetic to calculate the
value of his treasure. He was so excited, however, that he did not
arrive at the conclusion half so quick as most of my young readers
would have done.

"Thirty-five dollars!" exclaimed Bobby, when the problem was solved.
"Gracious!"

"Hallo, Bob!" shouted Tom Spicer, who had got tired of fishing;
besides, the village clock was just striking t