"I hate that boy!" said Eben, scowling at Herbert's retreating figure.
"He puts on too many airs, just because a city man's taken him in
charity and is paying his expenses. Some time I'll be able to come up
with him, I hope."

Herbert was not of an unforgiving nature, but he felt that Eben had
wronged him deeply, and saw no reason why he would not repeat the injury
if he ever got the chance. He had at least a partial understanding of
Eben's mean nature and utter selfishness, and felt that he wished to
have nothing to do with him. Ebenezer Graham was very "close," but he
was a hard-working man and honest as the world goes. He was tolerably
respected in Wayneboro, though not popular, but Eben seemed on the high
road to become a rascal.

A week slipped by, and a circular containing the list of prizes drawn
was sent to Eben.

He ran his eyes over it in a flutter of excitement. Alas! for his hopes.
In the list of lucky numbers the number on his ticket was not included.

"I have drawn a blank! Curse the luck!" he muttered, savagely. "The old
man needn't think I am going to stay here in Wayneboro. If he won't give
me money to go out West, why, then--"

But he did not say what then.

CHAPTER XIV. A TRIP TO BOSTON.

"To-morrow, Herbert," said George Melville, as they parted for the day,
"I shall propose a new excursion to you."

Herbert regarded him inquiringly.

"I want to go to Boston to make a few purchases, but principally to
consult my physician."

"I hope you are not feeling any worse, Mr. Melville," said Herbert, with
genuine concern, for he had come to feel a regard for his employer, who
was always kind and considerate to him.

"No, I am feeling as well as usual; but I wish to consult Dr. Davies
about the coming winter--whether he would advise me to spend it in
Massachusetts."

"If Mr. Melville goes away, I shall have to look for another place,"
thought Herbert, soberly. It was hardly likely, he knew, that he would
obtain a position so desirable as the one he now filled.

"I hope he will be able to do so, Mr. Melville," he said, earnestly.

"I hope so; but I shall not be surprised if the doctor ordered me away."

"Then you won't want me to come to-morrow?"

"Certainly, unless you object to going to Boston with me."

"Object?" repeated Herbert, eagerly. "I should like nothing better."

In fact, our hero, though a well-grown boy of sixteen, had never been to
Boston but three times, and the