so cordially
offered. By Mr. Huet's advice, he invested the money in good
dividend-paying securities and monthly sent his aunt twenty-five
dollars, which, with the rent, made her quite easy in her
circumstances.

The additions were made to the cottage, and Frank Shelton and his wife
were glad to hire the house, thus providing Mrs. Trafton with society as
well as adding to her income.

As for Robert, henceforth he shared in all the educational advantages
which Julian enjoyed.

Mr. Huet took a house, engaged an excellent housekeeper and at length
enjoyed a home.

One letter he wrote to Charles Waldo--a scathing letter denouncing him
for his infamous conduct and threatening severe punishment if he ever
again conspired against his happiness. Mr. Waldo did not answer the
letter for very shame. What excuse or apology could he possibly offer?

Three years later Robert and Julian made a vacation journey westward.

"I should like to call on my old friend Nathan Badger," said Julian.

"So should I," said Robert. "I want to see how he looks."

The Badgers could not at first be convinced that the elegant young
gentleman, introduced as Julian Huet, was no other than the bound boy,
Bill Benton; but he recalled so many incidents of his past life that
they credited it at last.

"You were always a favorite of mine, Bill--I mean Mr. Julian!" said the
farmer, who had a wonderful respect for wealth.

"And of mine!" chimed in Mrs. Badger. "And I'm sure my Andrew Jackson
loved you like a brother."

Andrew Jackson, a gawky youth, no more prepossessing than his boyhood
promised, winked hard and looked enviously at Julian.

When the latter drew from his pocket a silver watch and chain and asked
Andrew to accept it for old acquaintance sake he was quite overcome and
said he liked Julian "better than any feller he knew!"

"Then you forgive me for hitting you with a hoe, Andrew?" said Julian
smilingly.

"I don't care for that," said Andrew Jackson stoutly, "and I guess you
more'n got even with us that time you stayed with Dick Schmidt and
father tried to thrash a tramp--thinking it was you--and got thrashed
himself!"

Then Andrew Jackson fixed an admiring glance on the watch he had coveted
so long.

"Boys will be boys!" said Mr. Badger with a fatherly smile. "Andrew
Jackson don't have no ill feelings."

It was the way of the world. Julian was rich now and had plenty of
friends. But he had one true friend whom money could no