got something ahead. It makes me feel independent. I hope I
shall make something on my borrowed money."

So Henry and Sam have both made investments. It remains to be seen how
they will come out.

CHAPTER XII.

HOW SAM SUCCEEDED.

Sam did not tell Henry of his purchase of a lottery ticket, being well
aware that his roommate would not approve such an investment.

"I'll wait till the lottery is drawn, and then if I get a prize I'll
tell him about it. He can't say anything, then."

Such were Sam's thoughts. He knew, of course, that he might draw a
blank; but he did not take much account of that. He lived in a dream
of wealth till the day when the result was to be made known. On a
certain day the lucky numbers were to be published in the _Herald_,
and for this issue Sam was anxiously waiting.

The number of his ticket was 7,567.

"Seven is a lucky number," said the acquaintance who induced him to
buy. "Your number begins and ends with a seven. It's likely to draw
something."

Sam listened to this prediction with complacency. He did not reflect
upon the absurdity of one number being luckier than another, and
congratulated himself that he had been so fortunate as to get a number
containing two sevens.

Sam was not usually an early riser. As a general thing he lay in bed
as late as he dared to; but on the particular morning which was to
terminate his suspense he jumped out of bed at half-past five
o'clock.

"What are you going to do, Sam?" inquired Henry, opening his eyes.

"I'm going to get up," answered Sam.

"What's up? Do you have to go to work earlier than usual?"

"No, that isn't it," answered Sam, evasively. "I'm tired of lying
abed."

"Rather strange!" thought Henry. "Can it be possible that Sam is
turning over a new leaf?"

He did not give much credence to this, but concluded that Sam had a
particular reason, which he would learn in due time.

Sam dressed hastily, and walked round to the _Herald_ office, and
purchased a copy of the paper, which he unfolded eagerly. He did not
immediately find the list of lucky numbers, but at length his eye
rested on them. He looked eagerly through the long list, hoping to see
number 7,567 in it, but in vain. A prize of fifty dollars was drawn by
7,562; but that was the nearest approach to good fortune.

Poor Sam! His heart sank within him. He had been dreaming golden
dreams of fortune for a week past, but now he was brought down to the
cold and barren r