timulated a naturally good appetite.

"Eat heartily, my son," said the old man. "A long journey is before
you."

After the meal was over, the old man began to write.

Harry surmised that it was his instructions. He paid little heed, but
fixed his eyes upon the fire, listening to the rain that continued to
beat against the window panes, and began to speculate about the future.
Was he to be successful or not? He was not without solicitude, but he
felt no small measure of hope. At nine o'clock he began to feel drowsy,
and intimated as much to his host. The old man conducted him to an upper
chamber, where there was a bed upon the floor.

"You can sleep there," he said.

"Where do you sleep?" asked Harry.

"Down below; but I shall not go to bed till late. I must get ready your
instructions."

"Very well," said Harry. "Good night."

"Good night."

"I am glad he is not in the room with me," thought Harry. "I don't think
there is any danger, but it isn't comfortable to be too near a crazy
man."

CHAPTER XI. IN SEARCH OF WORK

When Harry awoke the next morning, after a sound and refreshing sleep,
the sun was shining brightly in at the window. He rubbed his eyes, and
stared about him, not at first remembering where he was. But almost
immediately recollection came to his aid, and he smiled as he thought
of the eccentric old man whose guest he was. He leaped out of bed, and
quickly dressing himself, went downstairs. The fire was burning, and
breakfast was already on the table. It was precisely similar to the
supper of the night previous. The old man sat at the fireside smoking a
pipe.

"Good morning, general," said Harry. "I am up late."

"It is no matter. You have a long journey before you, and it is well to
rest before starting."

"Where does he think I am going?" thought our hero.

"Breakfast is ready," said the old man, hospitably. "I can't entertain
you now as I could have done when I was President. You must come and see
me at the White House next year."

"I should like to."

Harry ate a hearty breakfast. When it was over, he rose to go.

"I must be going, general," he said. "Thank you for your kind
entertainment. If you would allow me to pay you."

"General Jackson does not keep an inn," said the old man, with dignity.
"You are his guest. I have your instructions ready."

He opened a drawer in the table, and took a roll of foolscap, tied with
a string.

"Put it in your bundle," he said.