, and Wake confidentially assured Wade that they had got a
treasure.

Our hero was wholly devoted to his business. He intended to make a man
of himself, and he could only accomplish his purpose by constant
exertion, by constant study and constant "trying again." He was
obliged to keep a close watch over himself, for often he was tempted
to be idle and negligent, to be careless and indifferent.

After supper, on Thursday evening of his second week at Wake & Wade's,
he hastened to Major Phillips' stable to see John Lane, and obtain the
news from Rockville. His heart beat violently when he saw John's great
wagon, for he dreaded some fearful announcement from his sick friend.
He had not before been so deeply conscious of his indebtedness to the
little angel as now, when she lay upon the bed of pain, perhaps of
death. She had kindled in his soul a love for the good and the
beautiful. She had inspired him with a knowledge of the difference
between the right and the wrong. In a word, she was the guiding star
of his existence. Her approbation was the bright guerdon of fidelity
to truth and principle.

"How is Julia?" asked Harry, without giving John time to inquire why
he had left the stable.

"They think she is a little grain better."

"Then she is still living?" continued Harry, a great load of anxiety
removed from his soul.

"She is; but it is very doubtful how it will turn. I went in to see
her yesterday, and she spoke of you."

"Spoke of me?"

"She said she should like to see you."

"I should like to see her very much."

"Her father told me, if you was a mind to go up to Rockville, he would
pay your expenses."

"I don't mind the expenses. I will go, if I can get away."

"Her father feels very bad about it. Julia is an only child, and he
would do anything in the world to please her."

"I will go and see the gentlemen I work for, and if they will let me,
I will go with you to-morrow morning."

"Better take the stage; you will get there so much quicker."

"I will do so, then."

Harry returned home to ascertain of Edward where Mr. Wake lived, and
hastened to see him. That gentleman, however, coldly assured him if he
went to Rockville he must lose his place--they could not get along
without a boy. In vain Harry urged that he should be gone but two
days; the senior was inflexible.

"What shall I do?" said he to himself, when he got into the street
again. "Mr. Wake says she is no relation of mine, and he do