ry handed him his lost treasure.

"By gracious!" exclaimed he, after he had assured himself that the
contents of the pocketbook had not been disturbed. "That is more than
ever I expected of you, Master Harry West."

"I mean to be honest," replied Harry, proudly.

"Perhaps you do. I told you, Harry, I wouldn't touch you; and I
won't," continued the squire. "You may go."

The overseer was amazed. He had come to Boston with the intention of
catching Harry, cost what it might,--he meant to charge the expense to
the town; but the recovery of his money had warmed his heart, and
banished the malice he cherished toward the boy.

Squire Walker volunteered some excellent advice for the guidance of
the little pilgrim, who, he facetiously observed, had now no one to
look after his manners and morals--manners first, and morals
afterwards. He must be very careful and prudent, and he wished him
well. Harry, however, took this wholesome counsel as from whom it
came, and was not very deeply impressed by it.

John Lane came to the stable soon after, and congratulated our hero
upon the termination of the persecution from Redfield, and, when his
horses were hitched on, bade him good bye, with many hearty wishes for
his future success.

CHAPTER XIII

IN WHICH HARRY BECOMES A STABLE BOY, AND HEARS BAD NEWS FROM ROCKVILLE

Harry was exceedingly rejoiced at the remarkable turn his affairs had
taken. It is true, he had lost the treasure upon which his fancy had
built so many fine castles; but he did not regret the loss, since it
had purchased his exemption from the Redfield persecution. He had
conquered his enemy--which was a great victory--by being honest and
upright; and he had conquered himself--which was a greater victory--by
listening to the voice within him. He resisted temptation, and the
victory made him strong.

Our hero had won a triumph, but the battlefield was still spread out
before him. There were thousands of enemies lurking in his path, ready
to fall upon and despoil him of his priceless treasure--his integrity.

"She had hoped he would be a good boy." He had done his duty--he had
been true in the face of temptation. He wanted to write to Julia then,
and tell her of his triumph--that, when tempted, he had thought of
her, and won the victory.

The world was before him; it had no place for idlers, and he must get
work. The contents of the basket were not yet exhausted, and he took
it to a retired corner to e