eed upon. In fact, it diminished the amount of cash he was
called upon to pay.

"Good-by, Harry," said Robert, as he saw the coach coming up the road,
to take him to the railroad station.

"Good-by, and good luck!" said Harry.

"When you come to the city, come and see me."

"I don't think I shall be going very soon. I can't afford it."

"You must save up your wages, and you'll have enough soon."

"I've got another use for my wages, Bob."

"To buy cigars?"

Harry shook his head. "I shall save it up to carry home."

"Well, you must try to make my place good in the shop."

"He can do that," said Mr. Leavitt, slyly; "but there's one place where
he can't equal you."

"Where is that?"

"At the dinner table."

"You've got me there, father," said Bob, good-naturedly. "Well, good-by
all, here's the stage."

In a minute more he was gone. Harry felt rather lonely, for he had grown
used to working beside him. But his spirits rose as he reflected that
the time had now come when he should be in receipt of an income. Three
dollars a week made him feel rich in anticipation. He looked forward
already with satisfaction to the time when he might go home with money
enough to pay off his father's debt to Squire Green. But he was not
permitted to carry out his economical purpose without a struggle.

On Saturday evening, after he had received his week's pay, Luke
Harrison, who worked in a shop near by, met him at the post office.

"Come along, Harry," he said. "Let us play a game of billiards."

"You must excuse me," said Harry.

"Oh, come along," said Luke, taking him by the arm; "it's only
twenty-five cents."

"I can't afford it."

"Can't afford it! Now that's nonsense. You just changed a two-dollar
note for those postage stamps."

"I know that; but I must save that money for another purpose."

"What's the use of being stingy, Harry? Try one game."

"You can get somebody else to play with you, Luke."

"Oh, hang it, if you care so much for a quarter, I'll pay for the game
myself. Only come and play."

Harry shook his head.

"I don't want to amuse myself at your expense."

"You are a miser," said Luke, angrily.

"You can call me so, if you like," said Harry, firmly; "but that won't
make it so."

"I don't see how you can call yourself anything else, if you are so
afraid to spend your money."

"I have good reasons."

"What are they?"

"I told you once that I had another use for the money."

"To hoard