. Townley knows you, that is sufficient," said the librarian.

"He is all right, Mr. Parmenter. He is a young neighbor of mine."

"That is enough. He can select a book."

Harry was quite relieved at this fortunate meeting, and after a little
reflection selected the first volume of "Rollin's Universal History," a
book better known to our fathers than the present generation.

"That's a good, solid book, Harry," said the doctor.

"Most of our young people select stories."

"I like stories very much," said Harry; "but I have only a little time
to read, and I must try to learn something."

"You are a sensible boy," said the doctor, emphatically.

"I'm afraid there are few of our young people who take such wise views
of what is best for them. Most care only for present enjoyment."

"I have got my own way to make," said Harry, "and I suppose that is what
influences me. My father is poor and cannot help me, and I want to rise
in the world."

"You are going the right way to work. Do you intend to take out books
often from the library?"

"Yes, sir."

"It will be a long walk from the lower village."

"I would walk farther rather than do without the books."

"I can save you at any rate from walking back. My chaise is outside,
and, if you will jump in, I will carry you home."

"Thank you, doctor. I shall be very glad to ride."

On the way, Dr. Townley said: "I have a few miscellaneous book in my
medical library, which I will lend to you with pleasure, if you will
come in. It may save you an occasional walk to the library."

Harry thanked him, and not long afterwards availed himself of the
considerate proposal. Dr Townley was liberally educated, and as far
as his professional engagements would permit kept up with general
literature. He gave Harry some valuable directions as to the books which
it would benefit him to read, and more than once took him up on the road
to the library.

Once a week regularly Harry wrote home. He knew that his letters would
give pleasure to the family, and he never allowed anything to interfere
with his duty.

His father wrote: "We are getting on about as usual. The cow does
tolerably well, but is not as good as the one I lost. I have not yet
succeeded in laying up anything toward paying for her. Somehow, whenever
I have a few dollars laid aside Tom wants shoes, or your sister wants a
dress, or some other expense swallows it up."

Harry wrote in reply: "Don't trouble yourself, father